RVA: The Visitors, OOC is Serious Business
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Rolas sat heavily on the couch in Reggie's office. He looked at his old friend sitting in the chair opposite him, thinking that the Noble male looked as exhausted as Rolas felt. Reggie managed to lever himself up long enough to pour drinks for the both, then sat back down a grunt.
“You see what we're up against, I hope,” Reggie said, after taking a long sip of his drink.
Rolas let the glass in his paw stay where it was. The temptation to get utterly plastered, enough perhaps to blot out what he had seen today, was certainly strong. But no, he needed all of his senses to remain unfogged if he was going to find a path out of this. Carefully he said, “I see a complex that brings back some rather unpleasant memories for me. Completely enclosed underground, concrete and locked steel doors, with cells beyond them. Out of sight from public view and hidden from official oversight. Tell me, did you bring Major Softfur out of retirement to aid in the interrogations?”
Reggie growled softly in irritation. “You are deliberately making a false comparison. What was done to use during the war was completely illegal by international treaty and the Laws of Conflict.”
“And what's happening here, to the Visitors, isn't?”
“They are not Foxen. No laws made on this world apply to them.”
Rolas' ears flattened onto his head and his tail lashed. “That is an utterly specious argument. Just because none of our laws were written with visitors from other worlds in mind doesn't mean they don't apply. If anyone here had a modicum of basic decency they would see that...”
“Don't lecture me on decency!” Reggie suddenly roared. “I am trying to save our entire world from an alien threat!” He had sat halfway up from his chair as he shouted. When Rolas recoiled from the unexpected burst of fury, Reggie fell back back in his seat, his expression shameful. “I... I'm sorry, Rolas.” He rubbed a paw across his eyes. “This assignment is driving me half mad. I can't sleep a wink unless I get a couple of stiff drinks before bedtime.”
“I can see that... that you're tired,” Rolas allowed. He tried to will his heart to stop pounding in his chest. Reggie's sudden outburst had been so utterly out of character it was enough to make him weep for what his friend had become.
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Rolas sat heavily on the couch in Reggie's office. He looked at his old friend sitting in the chair opposite him, thinking that the Noble male looked as exhausted as Rolas felt. Reggie managed to lever himself up long enough to pour drinks for the both, then sat back down a grunt.
“You see what we're up against, I hope,” Reggie said, after taking a long sip of his drink.
Rolas let the glass in his paw stay where it was. The temptation to get utterly plastered, enough perhaps to blot out what he had seen today, was certainly strong. But no, he needed all of his senses to remain unfogged if he was going to find a path out of this. Carefully he said, “I see a complex that brings back some rather unpleasant memories for me. Completely enclosed underground, concrete and locked steel doors, with cells beyond them. Out of sight from public view and hidden from official oversight. Tell me, did you bring Major Softfur out of retirement to aid in the interrogations?”
Reggie growled softly in irritation. “You are deliberately making a false comparison. What was done to use during the war was completely illegal by international treaty and the Laws of Conflict.”
“And what's happening here, to the Visitors, isn't?”
“They are not Foxen. No laws made on this world apply to them.”
Rolas' ears flattened onto his head and his tail lashed. “That is an utterly specious argument. Just because none of our laws were written with visitors from other worlds in mind doesn't mean they don't apply. If anyone here had a modicum of basic decency they would see that...”
“Don't lecture me on decency!” Reggie suddenly roared. “I am trying to save our entire world from an alien threat!” He had sat halfway up from his chair as he shouted. When Rolas recoiled from the unexpected burst of fury, Reggie fell back back in his seat, his expression shameful. “I... I'm sorry, Rolas.” He rubbed a paw across his eyes. “This assignment is driving me half mad. I can't sleep a wink unless I get a couple of stiff drinks before bedtime.”
“I can see that... that you're tired,” Rolas allowed. He tried to will his heart to stop pounding in his chest. Reggie's sudden outburst had been so utterly out of character it was enough to make him weep for what his friend had become.
