Post by jaggardpowell on Dec 23, 2009 18:13:00 GMT -5
The snow and ice softly crunched beneath Jaggard's boots. Each step was slow, weary, yet progressive. Suppressing sound without compromising speed was a key part of his military survival that he dared not forget despite his enhanced condition. It was second nature to him now and he barely needed to focus on doing it, but he kept checking himself all the same; there were creatures roaming wild in the city that could track a man with ease, even in these poor conditions. Low light, bad surface, freezing air... to most of them, it mattered quite little.
Jaggard himself really had little to no reason to be out at this time. It was a trip of opportunity more than anything. He had plenty stashed away and wouldn't need to go hunting for supplies for a little while yet, so anything useful he might stumble across tonight would be a bonus. But he found that the cool night air helped clear his mind, though occasionally sting his throat, and right now Jaggard was feeling reflective and abstract.
During his time with the army, Jaggard had been amazed at the after hours activities people could subscribe to. Out of boredom and an almost constant need for distraction, a younger Jaggard had gone as far as signing up to an astrologers club. He'd found it more interesting, and strangely reassuring, than he'd ever really planned it to be. It was strange to think that everything down here on Earth that seemed so very important was, in actual fact, basically pointless. Not just in the 'grand scheme of things', but in it's inevitability. The idea that at a moments notice the entire solar system could just be swallowed up by a black hole, leaving literally nothing behind, seemed to be conclusive evidence in Jaggard's mind. A fly saucer could pass by immediately after the event and see nothing more than a perfect patch for a space picnic and would have no more way of knowing that there was ever once civilization there than the average person would have concerning the air directly above their head.
Strange that a man might find this reassuring, but to Jaggard it simply quantified what he had suspected all along; that life is irrelevant and might as well be snuffed out sooner rather than later. This wasn't reassuring in the sense that he could stand in a nest of Vampires and get ripped apart without worry, but reassuring in the sense that he could stand in the midst of any collection of creatures and happily end their existence without fear of guilt or hesitation. Oh yes, in the former situation Jaggard would certainly fight for his own individual survival. Just because life in general was pointless, didn't mean he felt the same way about his own life.
Jaggard thought himself an abomination to nature, but the natural Eros was something deep ingrained that no unnatural procedure could remove. As if on cue with the thought, Jaggard instinctively slunk into the shadows of a tall building as he continued his way down the street, spear neatly strapped across his back to minimise any loose movement. He briefly considered heading back to his hiding place-come-residence towards the edge of the city, though in honesty he felt too restless to get any real reprieve tonight, so instead he headed deeper in, in the hopes that some person or event might help distract him for the evening. Maybe he'd run into some Outsiders that he could outsmart and pick-off. That'd turned into something of a favourite pass time to help keep his mind and instincts sharp.
Or maybe I'll just slip on this accursed ice and break a leg... he thought glumly as he steadied himself against a wall.
Jaggard himself really had little to no reason to be out at this time. It was a trip of opportunity more than anything. He had plenty stashed away and wouldn't need to go hunting for supplies for a little while yet, so anything useful he might stumble across tonight would be a bonus. But he found that the cool night air helped clear his mind, though occasionally sting his throat, and right now Jaggard was feeling reflective and abstract.
During his time with the army, Jaggard had been amazed at the after hours activities people could subscribe to. Out of boredom and an almost constant need for distraction, a younger Jaggard had gone as far as signing up to an astrologers club. He'd found it more interesting, and strangely reassuring, than he'd ever really planned it to be. It was strange to think that everything down here on Earth that seemed so very important was, in actual fact, basically pointless. Not just in the 'grand scheme of things', but in it's inevitability. The idea that at a moments notice the entire solar system could just be swallowed up by a black hole, leaving literally nothing behind, seemed to be conclusive evidence in Jaggard's mind. A fly saucer could pass by immediately after the event and see nothing more than a perfect patch for a space picnic and would have no more way of knowing that there was ever once civilization there than the average person would have concerning the air directly above their head.
Strange that a man might find this reassuring, but to Jaggard it simply quantified what he had suspected all along; that life is irrelevant and might as well be snuffed out sooner rather than later. This wasn't reassuring in the sense that he could stand in a nest of Vampires and get ripped apart without worry, but reassuring in the sense that he could stand in the midst of any collection of creatures and happily end their existence without fear of guilt or hesitation. Oh yes, in the former situation Jaggard would certainly fight for his own individual survival. Just because life in general was pointless, didn't mean he felt the same way about his own life.
Jaggard thought himself an abomination to nature, but the natural Eros was something deep ingrained that no unnatural procedure could remove. As if on cue with the thought, Jaggard instinctively slunk into the shadows of a tall building as he continued his way down the street, spear neatly strapped across his back to minimise any loose movement. He briefly considered heading back to his hiding place-come-residence towards the edge of the city, though in honesty he felt too restless to get any real reprieve tonight, so instead he headed deeper in, in the hopes that some person or event might help distract him for the evening. Maybe he'd run into some Outsiders that he could outsmart and pick-off. That'd turned into something of a favourite pass time to help keep his mind and instincts sharp.
Or maybe I'll just slip on this accursed ice and break a leg... he thought glumly as he steadied himself against a wall.