[Mini Event] To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL]

RORY

Okay.

That went...

Like. Awfully. Yeah, true, he'd been staring daggers at Rexanna, because she happened to say some bullshit that he heard, and while his voice had been growls and venom and his pulse was hot and fast, he hadn't meant to.. uhh... cause this. He'd just wanted to take his anger out on the unsuspecting Outlander and bitch and moan with Evie and Amalia.

Not turn everything into some sort of contest where everyone tried to both have the bigger dick and be the better person at the same time.

Well. Best to state it, for clarity's sake, as he hadn't in his first outpouring of vitriol: not all Outlanders.

Not all Naturals, either.

Rory was tired and angry, not a blind brick-head.

There was Deimos, asking a question that was relevant and seemed much too gentle for the easily-alarmed giant. There was also Maea, annoying him immensely by being rational at first, and then a doormat. Evie struck at her like a viper though, leaving Rory to swallow retort after retort, until his mouth tasted bitter with it.

And there was Jigano, mostly silent, standing very close to him, as some other Outlander went on a very length, Natural-bashing rant that had Rory alternating between a lot of moods. His fists clenched, his eyes sparked, and he contemplated various courses of actions: ignoring her? Punching her in the face? Summoning wolves on her?

Wessex saved him (or robbed him of his chance to spit the dust from his mouth). And the Palmer boy, Emmett, echoed the sentiments voiced by many of the Naturals.

Someone else was shouting. Vervain wasn't precisely shouting, but her voice carried.

Rory felt like stabbing himself (or someone else; he wasn't picky) in the face.

Instead, he threw his hands in the air. "Okay, let me just set a few things straight," he began, shouting if he had to. "First of all, I'm angry, so I only mean about half of what I say. That's usually the case with angry people. Second. Watching your loved ones try to take on the demon? That's something most of us have done. And most of us have buried or burned them, or what's left of them, if any of it could be safely retrieved. I'm sorry, but they chose to face the demon. No one made them. We've all told them it's most likely a death sentence. The reason I'm mad is—" And he took a deep breath. "—is because what if they succeed? We have no idea what'll happen if they do. No preparations made. I said wait, Wessex said we'll do this together; that didn't happen. They took it upon themselves to make decisions for the couple of thousands of us, and none of us are ready. So, like, yeah, do what you want, but thanks for possibly fucking us over without thinking too deeply about it?"

He was still angry; it was written in the lines of his face, the way his eyes smoldered. He felt like taking someone's face off. He felt.. like a lot of things.

He also felt guilty, Deimos's gentle question haunting him, Jigano's warmth so tauntingly close. Besides, the group had engaged the demon, and though Rory had watched people die to it before, it wasn't like he enjoyed doing it.

He didn't want to get embroiled in some sort of shouting match, not more than he already was. His anger with a lot of the Outlander attitudes ran deep, back to his first meeting with them (not Remi, no, never Remi, but the other, Elyna). He still thought a lot of them were full of bullshit, and that their attitudes needed some serious adjusting, but all this.. gods, why did everyone have a half-inch fuse all of a sudden? Everyone just fanning the flames on all sides, until the whole fucking world burned.

Feeling done and fed up with it all, he tried to first look at Amalia and Evie and Wessex, a sort of.. apology? For leaving? Then he turned towards Jigano, trying to catch his eyes, reaching out to try and touch his wrist: another silent apology.

Then he stalked away from the group, hoping they'd stop squabbling.

And hoping that some of the Outlanders would stop feeling special.

And hoping that they all wouldn't die horribly.

But like, fat chance of that happening.

[ Rory does't leave the thread, just breaks away from the group. ]

as if you were on fire from within,
the moon lives in the lining of your skin.