diario 001 - UN: REAPER | VIDEO

[hellshot]

I've only been here a short time and I'm already getting one hell of an idea to what kind of people are showing up here.
And from what I've seen, it's pathetic. [He's not going to pull any punches here, what with a rasping, echoing voice from under an almost owl-like mask that's... probably supposed to be a skull. A sort of black fog hangs around him when he speaks, even more so when he scoffs or laughs.]

Ordinary people are going to get killed here. That means you, so I hope you've got a good idea of how to keep your skin unscarred, because I'm not someone who's going to put myself in danger to rescue someone who doesn't even know what end of a gun spits bullets.

If you're a civilian in your home world, consider taking up housekeeping on the ships while the people who know what they're doing go to deal with the aliens and dangerous flora on missions.

And for those who do know what you're doing... don't go playing hero. Don't be stupid, just for the lives of those who aren't smart enough to protect themselves.

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[hellshot]

[The purple really doesn't go good with your eyes, sweet Bodhi. And neither does preaching your heroics to Death either, but hey, we're not keeping count or anything here. Crossing his arms over his chest, Reaper lets out a hollow laugh.]

Oh, no. You're very right. It's all to do with the heart and not anything to do with how anyone thinks.

But then we remember, that fact trumps passion. And throwing yourself, heroically, into a situation you're unprepared for will show the world exactly how that heart beats.

When it's torn from your chest cavity.

[ex_brainstorm70]

That's a little melodramatic.

[ It's mild, slightly cheeky. ]

Anyway, I got. Blown up, actually. Exploded. Or I would have. Lucky rescue.

[ A weak laugh, a gesture; that's how he came to be here, see? ]

So I think I'm pretty — qualified to say that some acts of heroism are worth dying for.

[hellshot]

['A little' probably isn't apt enough a description. He's hellishly melodramatic, and without shame. He tips his head, however, at Rook's admittance. 'Blown up.' Hah, how familiar.]

And yet here you stand. Odd sort of confession, to say you died of something worthwhile, and yet your life was returned to you.

[He doesn't sound bitter, at all.]

[ex_brainstorm70]

Um, well, I didn't really expect to survive. To be here. I don't think any of us did, right?