soul_logs | A soldier will fight long and hard [OPEN]

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A soldier will fight long and hard [OPEN]

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Location: Horrorspital
Rating: PG?
Time: August 23rd-August 25th
Description: A place for all those injured from the mission and frog invasion to be healed
Note: Set up is complete!

Medics/Helpers:

Winry Rockbell
John Watson
Sakura Kinomoto
China
Aerith Gainsborough
Shibuya Yuuri
Miranda Lotto
Lacus Clyne
Naomi

Patients:

Nataku
Gaara
Joshua Kiryuu
Namine
Edward Elric
Kida
Mifune

This is simply a reference chart. You don't have to participate in the log if your name is listed, and if you think you should be added/taken out, please let me now in the ooc post. If you are confused please reference the previous visitation log here

The Clinic is a fairly large, several rooms with a number of beds partitioned by curtains your muses can open or close as they see fit.

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Tassadar held every intention of leaving when Nataku replied to his words. Normally such a sign of silent disrespect was something he wouldn't react to, but the physical and mental exhaustion had left his patience thin. That was why it was best to seek out isolation to rest and recover his full strength.

He had begun to shift around before he heard the observant request his weapon made. There was doubt within his mind that it wouldn't come to such an extreme level, not within such an establishment anyway, but had it been anywhere else, the templar wasn't quite certain. He was within human territory, and while he worried not about being among them, Tassadar knew well that caution would be best used while here.

Softly glowing eyes pierced through the enclosed area as Tassadar's attention rolled back over towards Altair at the man's words. There were always other concerns to focus his mind on, but most did not relate to the city or the other citizens in general. He wouldn't allow for his mind to wander, however, and pushed aside the unanswered questions as he focused on the other in the area.

"This is the first time, yes," Tassadar murmured with a hint of caution in his tone before his attention shifted over to Nataku. The gesture his weapon had shown the other spoke volumes to how much of an attachment Nataku had towards this one despite the uncomfortable aura surrounding Altair. "You are of the same world?"

The atmosphere had not change between them, but their words had. Or rather, Altair was talking to Tassadar. His head gave a slight tilt as he was not certain that he understood exactly why the two were responding to each other in kind. He supposed that they were honoring his request that they do not fight with one another -- on whatever plane that they are doing so -- but he still did not understand the reasoning behind the initial feeling. Why were they holding back? For what purpose? Why were they displeased with the other's presence?

He turned his head slightly to the Protoss at the question. "No, he is not from my world." Nataku realized that it was difficult to say that Altair was important to his important person if that were the case. Closing his eyes, he sorted his thoughts out carefully in his explanation. "This man has been invited many times over to the place which I stay, at hours that guests are generally not allowed. He is no longer a guest but someone to be viewed in a different manner."

A pause.

"But I do not know what manner that is." Altair was more Kamui's than he was his. The feelings that the clone had for him were based on what he had seen his surrogate father have. For whatever reason, he was endeared by the teenager. It was difficult to be seen in this light, and so, Nataku was willing to see him in that light as well. "I do not know what he is to me," He continued, calmly. Trying to say that he had no name for him within the surrogate family, or if he was a teammate. Of course, teammates were not really cared for one way or the other amongst the Dragons of Earth.

Kamui said to do what they like, which may or may not entail saving the lives of those that they were destined to fight alongside. They need not fight as one. They need not do anything together. The one meeting which they had, might as well have been their only one if those were the feelings amongst the group. So, Altair could not be considered a "teammate." "But he is important." The thought was finished aloud.

When he'd swallowed his pride long enough to tell the Templar to stay, he hadn't meant for Nataku to begin speaking about those matters. But maybe he should have expected it - Kamui was right in that the boy really had no filter between what he said and what he thought, evidently, aside from the ones he'd been directly told about-- and even then, it was only leaving as unnamed (appreciated, that, though Altair wouldn't say so. the last thing he needed was to become public knowledge). Vague. Not nearly vague enough to dissuade anyone from prying.

The disquiet Altair got over that re-realization left, though, as the other continued; the assassin's gaze went from meeting Tassadar's to drifting back to the wounded, as lightly curious as it was apprehensive. It overtook most of his hostility, at least-- he wasn't relaxing, still ready to react on a moment's notice, but it wasn't right to call him angry.

No. At the end of that - 'he is important' - there was a brief flash of what might have been called embarrassment.

Shown only in another shifting of weight, gaze almost snapping back to Tassadar. On one level, he saw it as an obvious thing-- he had been training the boy, after all, so of course he'd be important; on another level, it was either dangerous or good, to admit this in front of the Templar; and on a final and smaller level, the stark truth in Nataku's words made him want to cover it all up in his own way (the boy really had no filter. this wasn't something to say in a public setting, especially with him right there). Maybe it would have been comforting and pleasant, if Altair had been anyone else.

But he wasn't. So.

Shifting and silence, taking it like he'd take the insults the rafiq would hand out when they were too bored to give him his work immediately (even if it wasn't the same, at all). Seeing how the Templar took the words, too-- if they really meant anything, or if this partnership was how he'd imagined most partnerships to be.

If so, he'd inform Kamui. That man could decide what he wanted done with his charge.

Human customs were still as much of a mystery to him now as they were before he'd directly interacted with them in the Koprulu sector of space. He was aware of Nataku's difference when it came to most other humans, Raynor and his Raiders had been quite socially adept while the same could be said to most others here, but there were still the fundamental emotions buried deeply within his weapon's mind.

"If he is important to you, Nataku--" Tassadar began before pausing momentarily to obtain his thoughts. He knew well the result of looking passed your own thoughts and misconceptions when it came to another, and it wasn't anything that he'd discourage his weapon to do. In fact, just hearing Nataku's answer showed him that the young clone was learning, and that was all that mattered to the templar. Inclining his head subtly towards his weapon, the protoss said, "Then you will eventually discover what light you will regard him in."

Speaking of such things reminded him of Zeratul, but it was a thought he pushed back into his mind. Such thoughts were best left untouched given the circumstances.

"I see." Nataku had been hoping that Altair would be able to say what it was that he was to him. It was strange to see the man be so quiet. He was as quiet as the clone was, unless otherwise prompted with questions, but this silence seemed much different.

His head had given a few tilts at the stares that he had been given. He was not quite understanding what social cue he was supposed to catch -- to cease speaking? For what purpose? He was answering a question as complete as possible for someone who was curious. It merely seemed like something that he should do. If there was a short answer, he would give a short answer. But if the explanation required a few more words, he saw no reason not to give them. Or was it that Altair was just as conflicted as he was to decide what he was to Nataku? To Kamui? Was it that the man never thought of these things and were now given them thought? Either way, the clone was uncertain.

"I was not listed among the dead." The clone shifted topics. It was not because he was aware that he was touching on something that was troubling Altair. He merely gave his answer and felt that the matter was closed on the subject. "You knew that I had survived." The statement was directed at both his meister and the man. "Why is it that you came to see me? For what reason? To ensure that I will continue to live through the night?

"I will." He was quick to answer the last of the questions, if those were their concerns. "The injuries will be healed soon by what those two had done to me. I can feel things mending." Even if he felt weak on all fronts. Still, he still felt a warm feeling in his chest that they were at his side. Still felt warm that they had come at all. Nataku did not understand it, and did not mean to give the impression that he did not desire their presences. It was only that he could not understand their thought processes.

"So, why?"

This sort of talk. It was like running a hand the wrong way along a dog's back - ruffled the fur and feathers, that was, uncomfortable to attend to and even more uncomfortable to pay witness to. But (a grudging admittance) these two were partners, and they... deserved it, perhaps. Tassadar had said this was the first time he'd seen the boy since the mission. Maybe he could slip out, return only when Kamui was in tow... That seemed like a reasonable plan--

But Altair didn't even find the chance to move before the topic was suddenly shuffled, and his attention focused minutely on Nataku. More absurd questions, from the assassin's point of view, but he was slowly becoming used to them by the boy. That didn't mean he was leaping to answer them, but at least he could ignore the low tolerance toward such flitting concerns enough to answer (Nataku didn't mean any harm by it, Altair knew; maybe that was the only reason he could stand to educate. that and it had been another thing Kamui had told him specifically on).

Whatever the questions were, though, he stayed. That was more than telling.

The reply didn't come straight away, but it did come with the same finality that he tended to say in response to everything that didn't confuse him. "There was no other way of seeing how extensive your injuries were. The same with the state of your mind." As if it needed spelling out. Well, with Nataku, maybe it did. Altair was obliging enough, in his own fashion.

(No, he'd never admit to caring on any level. Even to himself.)

It would take time, Tassadar knew, but he'd already begun to see changes within Nataku. Why he was going to such lengths to help his weapon were his own reasons, and they were reasons he would keep to himself, but the truth of the matter wasn't entirely sacrificial on his own end. The silence from his beloved Aiur and brethren was something he had yet to grow used to, and to the templar, Nataku's presence was a source of comfort as he felt his weapon's voice within his mind when they merged.

Nataku's change in topic didn't bother the warrior in the slightest. In fact, it was something that Tassadar welcomed as it pulled his mind away from his thoughts. He knew the answer to Nataku's question, and while he held no qualms in answering it, the templar felt it best to attempt to get his weapon to discover the answer instead.

"Before I answer," Tassadar begun after Altair spoke. Fixating his softly glowing eyes on Nataku, he questioned, "Why do you believe we are here?"

Nataku recalled the memories of Kazuki; how upset her parents and grandfather was at her having collapsed, again. However, he could not understand their reasoning for such a reaction. For why they cried or came to hold her hand. Or why she felt at peace when her hand was held at those moments. It would not do anything to accelerate her healing; it did not do anything to stop her from dying. Yet, she felt those cold feelings brought on by the inability to breathe fade.

He lifted his hand for a few seconds, staring at it, before finally setting it down. Would I feel better if someone held my hand? Would the weakness that I feel everywhere fade away? Even though, I am mending ... why? No, he did not understand it, but the reasoning which Altair gave made more sense than trying to understand the emotional reasons. The reasons that he could not glean from only being an observer of those memories. His gaze refocused onto Tassadar.

"What he said." A brief pause. "However, I do not understand what you mean in terms of the state of my mind. Only my body was injured."

A look from speaker to speaker, hands finally retaking their places inside of the large pockets the sweater afforded (one thing that he did enjoy very much about these 'modern' outfits), and silence. Tassadar would be better off answering that question, the assassin believed, from the viewpoint of how they were partners-- but then, one could never trust a Templar to say something correct. And it had been Altair's words, in the first place.

He didn't shrug uncomfortably, though his voice might have hinted just a bit at a verbal equivalent of it. "Witnessing battles isn't as simple as that."

Not that he could speak from experience - he'd never been involved on the 'front lines' of any war. But he'd seen the weaker sort of assassins, sent on their first mission only to return the base trailing both sobs and enemy soldiers. They were turned toward simpler tasks, or dealt with. Neither of those options seemed... correct, in regards to Nataku. Anyway, emotional states were to be considered - they played a role, as much as anyone would like to deny it.

"What do you want to say?" Not do you have anything. What. It was the boy's first run-in with a kishin - there had to be something.

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A soldier will fight long and hard [OPEN]

And totally fail over this end. Damn RL getting in the way =|

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