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an entry when his morals were tested. :)
BEAST'S LOGBOOK: FERRY OF THE DEAD
How odiously ambitious of Orchis, to liken their transport train to the vessel that traversed the River Styx, as if they had anything like the kind of power Hades or Charon possessed.
Note to self: check Legacy Virus sample integrity.
Operation proceeded mostly according to plan, considering Wolverine's presence - I was forced to attend, playing the role of field operative, owing to the likely presence of biohazardous material and potential virological agents, and I must confess that while I have somewhat missed the adrenaline rush of being on the ground, I have not missed working with that smelly little barbarian.
When I attempted to dispose of the Orchis agents that Logan had rendered unconscious, he fought me on the matter, reminding me of Krakoa's laws, as if they even remotely apply to me or the rest of my X-Force. When that failed, he attempted to appeal to some form of moral argument that was rendered utterly pointless and hilarious just by virtue of being spoken aloud by the Wolverine of all people.
When that also failed, he appealed to our friendship. Such that it is.
I must admit, I hesitated. For a moment, albeit, but for a moment, nonetheless. While I have, undoubtedly have crossed many a moral line, this would be the essential murder of combatants without the ability to defend themselves, who were unable to act under their own power. And for little gain, also - it would merely close a small loop, rather than send a message or significantly deplete Orchis' manpower. It would, essentially, be a cruelty, rather than a necessity.
I acquiesced, making a show of contrition, and he seemed satisfied.
When we came under attack by Orchis sentry drones, I took the opportunity to violently derail the passenger car that held our prisoners, and told Logan that there was nothing we could have done. To focus his anger and annoyance where it would serve a purpose.
I intimated that it was unintentional.
He seemed unsatisfied, but he, too, acquiesced, realising quite correctly that there was no time and no point in debating the matter.
He is not my friend. I do not take orders from him.
And if he wishes to keep acting as though either of these fantasies are correct, then he will soon find himself with far greater problems to worry about than the disposability of the front line of Orchis' petty racism brigade.
Note to self: continue neurological control collar experimentation.
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April 23rd 20XX
Dear Minni,
Today, I did something bad again. I involved myself with rather dangerous people today. Once more, my parents or my siblings does not know what I am doing. Even when I come home with many injuries, they have yet to realise what is happening.
But to state what I have done, I was involved with a heist today. I couldn’t say no to them at all. So I was involved with something as dangerous as that. I do hope no one was able to recognise me at all. It’s truly thanks to those masks.
I shouldn’t be involving myself with these people. However, I am worried that my family would get involved into the mess I have made. I don’t want them to be worried. But I need so much help.
Emil Steilsson
"dear diary" ~
Entry #236
The Rats’ headquarters feels very peaceful today. Exceptionally so. I believe Dostoyevski is out having tea somewhere. It would be quiet, were it not for Goncharov’s constant singing and humming. I have nothing against classical music but that man surely can give me a headache. He’s been whining the whole morning for Dostoyevski to let him tag along.
It’s not like there is anything else happening though so listening to his off-tune humming and singing is the only human contact I have as of right now. I think Pushkin is either in his room or walking through the corridors somewhere far away from Goncharov’s voice. It is rather rude but I believe I cannot blame him.
At the very least Goncharov is reliable when it comes to cooking. He seems to have made it his personal duty to cook for all of us - although mainly according to Dostoyevski’s tastes. We had borscht yesterday. Quite an interesting meal, that I have to admit. Today’s lunch already smells lovely. Perhaps the day will be bearable.
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She’s at it again. That insane Warlord. If I could I’d drag her ass to a mental hospital because I don’t think she’s all there. She’s loud, rude, arrogant, violent…and yet- I see a passion in her eyes no matter what she does, even if said things are utterly insane.It is because of this that I can’t help but find her fascinating, I enjoyed hearing about her life. It made a wonderful story…It doesn’t help that she is quite attractive as well.Summery on Nobunaga..she’s more then she lets on. And that can be a good thing.- Hans
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♋ - My muse writes about yours. Perhaps the first time they met, or an event that was particularly important to our muses’ relationship.
August 17,
I can’t believe what I just saw! I’m on one of the Marine ships heading towards an island in West Blue right now. I was having a hard time sleeping again, so I went up to the deck to look at the stars and I thought I saw something in the ocean. I look closer and a sea king pops up! But not just that, I swear a saw a girl on its back!! How is that possible!? She even saw me and smiled and everything!! Then the sea king swam off. No one else was on deck, so I’m sure if I tried to tell anyone else, they wouldn’t believe me, but I know what I saw!! Anyways, I don’t know how I’m gonna get back to sleep after seeing something wild like that, but I’ve gotta try! Good night!
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Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary.I miss him you know?I get what people are saying.I understand why he’s upset with me. I get it. I just.. wish I could go back..back before we ever started dating. When we first started talking.We’d just... sit and hang. Talk for ages about whatever the fuck we felt like. There was none of the awkwardness there is now. Even though there probably should have been.It sounds stupid. Even to admit it now, to myself. Shit changed. We almost got it back and then..Well... I fucked up. I shouldn’t have tried to go for it again.Honestly, if I hadn’t gotten drunk, I probably wouldn’t have. It was fine when it was a crush from afar right? I think? I miss feeling like I could tell him anything though. Honestly, I just.. miss feeling close.I still remember y’know. Everything we’ve done. How it felt to know I could ask anything, tell anything, and that he’d.. nn... maybe not always accept it? But... that he still wanted to know. We’d ask each other questions.It’s funny.. I start talking about him. I could talk forever I guess?I start talking -to- him and I just.. I guess I’m guilty? I literally feel my sins on my back.. heh... I’ve done too much maybe. To ever be forgiven now.Is this.. maybe what I wanted? Is this the path I’ve been on since the beginning?I don’t want it to be, but... perhaps there are no more forks in the road.I always wanted to be with him. Even a look sent my way sent my soul soaring... a smile made me feel like I’d completed the worlds greatest task. So why...why does it feel like words are all we have now, and those words are slowly and surely destroying everything?I... I don’t want to lose his friendship. I want the closeness we once had.But.. that’s gone isn’t it? There’s no resets.That button never existed did it? Not really. I know it was just jokes but... it was a joke I had with him. Even that has been taken now. I can’t use it. It’s probably old to him anyway. Guess it might not be obvious, it was just my way of saying I trusted him to be there if I needed him, that I would be there if he ever needed me but...I’ve been fooling myself right? why would he need someone like me anyway? The fuck could I do? Anything he’d need... there’s someone else who can do it just as well, if not better. Always has been. I’m pretty much that little hanger on.heh... being stupid again right? I mean.. he’s always been something...special.. he still is. Did I really think.. No. Talkin’ too much again.Gotta keep tryin’.I believe in him..I just dont’ believe in myself. Does that ever get better?Fuckit. I gotta get some rest. Gotta stop thinking and over thinking I guess?
