monsters & men

[depressionnap]

Who: Vincent Valentine, OPEN
Where: eh you know around
What: Catch-all for May! Chills, thrills, naps, sad, it's got it all.
Warnings: Depression, mentions of experimentation on people and monsters alike. Will update if needed.





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[solitarysoul]

[He nods.]

Alright. I'll be right back. Or, uh, as soon as I can be at least.

[He turns and heads back to the city. He doesn't run, but he doesn't idle or delay either, so he's back soon enough with his satchel. Once he finds Vincent he pulls out a few papers and holds them out.]

I don't really understand any of that, but I came across something like it back where I came from. They were trying to make a god...among other things.

[depressionnap]

[It is a bit of a wait, but that's all right. The fact that the young man is going to the lengths to show him the information is appreciated, and if nothing else Vincent is very good at being patient. So he spends his time thoroughly investigating the rest of the bunker before returning to where he and Levi were just speaking.

The papers are taken, his eyes reading over what little could be interpreted through awful handwriting and faded ink. There's a slow, displeased hum from Vincent, then he scowls.]

People playing with things they should not... [A tale as old as time. It's regrettable, not shocking.]

Do you suppose they were trying to do the same here?

[solitarysoul]

I don't know about a god, but there were a lot of weird animals around when this place was found. So they had to be combining them somehow.

[Though some might still have just been from worlds he didn't know.]

[depressionnap]

I see.

[There's a brief flare of anger and frustration. Mostly, Vincent is able to internalize it, but there's a flash of a scowl on his face before he lowers to his collar.

He hates this. That much he can admit to himself.]

Can you describe these animals to me?

[solitarysoul]

Like they'd combined two or more animals together. They weren't any more aggressive than those animals normally would be, but they were definitely not right.

I just got here, though, so I wasn't sure if it was normal for this place...it isn't.

I don't think I've seen them again.

[You better believe he was keeping an eye out, though.]

[depressionnap]

[It isn't shocking to hear. Just uncomfortable. It makes him think too much of being on a table and under a madman's knife. That, along with his many sins, are things he cannot forget.

The creatures are not here. Maybe they're gone forever now, or maybe they simply have moved on.

To Levi, Vincent gives a stiff nod.]

Thank you.

[The page is held out. He has memorized what is legible, and that's all that he can do for the time being.]

You have been informative.

[solitarysoul]

It's nothing.

[He looks down at the papers.]

If you can make any sense of that it might be better if you hold onto it.

[depressionnap]

[Well. Vincent doesn't argue; he folds up the paper and puts it away for now. Though this bunker has only earned more questions and cruel reminders, it has been educating nonetheless.]

You know your way around a firearm, Levi.

[It's an observation, and noted with some curiosity. He saw how Levi held that rifle; it wasn't a bluff. He knows how to hold it.]

Cw: kids being sent to war

[solitarysoul]

I do. I was in the army back, uh, back where I came from.

[He doesn't really look old enough for it, though.]

You seem like you know how to handle yourself, too.

[depressionnap]

[There's a faint tilt of his head along with a thoughtful frown. Again, it isn't horribly shocking, just regretful. Child soldiers are nothing new, and those in power will find ways to exploit those that cannot fight them easily.]

I've worked in security detail for sometime.

[That's more or less the truth.]

...Put on a bit more weight if you intend to continue to point a gun around. I knew you were serious, but not everyone may have that impression.

[Vincent doesn't add anything else. Not even a farewell. He's just going to start making his exit, and if Levi wants to follow that's his business.]

[solitarysoul]

Wha--

[He scoffs and shakes his head as Vincent leaves. Its not his fault he's small.

He doesn't bother to follow.]