Event | Turtle Dive | January 20 - 23 | Underwater zombies crave your briiiiiines

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all PCs
Date: January 20th - 23rd
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan continues swimming along the ocean floor after his monumental dive, but it turns out there are a whole bunch of undead that want in on the party!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations, violence, potential gore; to be updated as noted.

>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>The Palace subplot will be run in a separate log.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02

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[emasculates]

Whether you are the 'sort' is irrelevant. When the circumstances arise, you fight or you die. It is not about preference. It is about survival.

[AND YOU BET SHE IS LECTURING YOU BECAUSE THAT ATTITUDE IS SO AGAINST HER MORALS OR SOMETHING GOSH.]

Pain does not endure. Push past it.

[But she does approve of that stick gathering, and after a moment she joins in the hunt.]

[depicted]

[He can't resist a smile even as he works, not bothered by the lecturing.]

Yeah, let's go back to the bit where I don't die, so not really an issue. I'd rather pick my fights when I can rely on more than combat skills I don't actually have.

[Dorian may be able to fight moderately well, but he isn't Captain America or Batman. He needs fire to even the fight.]

As for the transience of pain, well, I will agree with you on that. When pain is necessary.

[emasculates]

So learn. Experience is the only teacher anyone ever requires.

[LECTURE LECTURE LECTURE she fishes several sticks out, rips cloth from her shirt to wrap around them. There's even a vendor cart overturned nearby serving deep-fried goods, she goes in that general direction to see if the basket of oil is still intact.]

There is no 'when'. You are alive. Physical, mental, emotional. Each thing hurts. And from it we know we are alive. Pain is necessary to life.

[Her name means 'alive' in Arabic. She's always found that ironic.]

[depicted]

[He flashes her a smile.] Oh, are you offering to teach me?

[Dorian grieves his clothing, but he sacrifices his shirt to the necessity of self-defence, and follows suit in using the oil for his torches.]

But Lord, you sound like Oscar after his prison sentence. The virtue of pain, the limits of the the sunlit side of life's garden, the lessons sorrow teaches us. I don't begrudge others their theories of necessary suffering, but I'd rather pass. I can get by just fine on pleasure alone.

[This is a philosophy which Dorian is doing a remarkable job not putting into practice today, and yet he will continue to espouse it, even as he prepares another torch for a painful and voluntary endeavour.]

[emasculates]

I doubt you could handle my methods.

[She is whence the term 'cruel mistress' came.]

And I did not say it was a virtue. Only that it is necessary. Do not confuse the two. Only those who have known no suffering glory in it.

[He's the one with the lighter. She thrusts one of the torches at him, her expression quite neutral. Honestly, she's finding the conversation interesting. She always has enjoyed arguing.]

Pleasure is a cousin to pain. Often symptomatic of other things. Self-inflicted, it can be just as destructive. Borrowed from others, an addiction. A downfall.

[depicted]

[With his cigarette lighter, he sets fire to her torch and smiles.]

Oh, but addictions are such fun.

[When Dorian's own torch is in flames, his joy is brought into light. Now that he is properly armed, the world is transformed.] And one of mine happens to be adrenaline. To live each moment to vitality—to experience each sensation as vividly and brilliantly as possible—if that is a downfall, send me to Hell. Pain is useful where it heightens pleasure. The rest is mere survival, and that is something I don't much worry about these days.

[emasculates]

Addictions are the province of slaves. Nothing more.

[She used to run security for opium trails. She knows her shit okok.]

Has it crossed your mind that we are perhaps already in Hell? I was killed in a nuclear blast prior to my being here.

[She probably is less affected by that than she should be.]

[depicted]

[Hey opium is great]

Nasty way to go. [He is happy he just got firebombed] If we were in Hell, I think I would know. Certain individuals would ensure that I knew. If this is anything near to it, it is a kind of purgatory.

[emasculates]

[Only if you aren't Aisha.]

Oh?

[She moves away from the street, into one of the alleyways. She's got places to be, zombies to kill, etc etc.]

[depicted]

[He accompanies her mainly because he has nothing else to do.] Don't you have people who would be waiting for you in Hell? You strike me as the sort. [Just coming out there and saying it. Except he is more cheerful now, with a weapon in hand and the chance to wreak some destruction. Who says doing good things can't be fun?]

[emasculates]

[She laughs.

It's not a particularly cheerful sound.]

I do not believe in Hell, but if I did I believe the answer to that would be 'thousands'.

[It was a rhetorical question, earlier. She's not even remotely religious. Nor does she seem particularly repentant about, you know, murdering people.]