It was a plight for many to have to engage in missions. Drawling the mind further and further into the unimaginable and while taking the Quincy along certainly was a surefire and quick way to dispose of it all, today was one of the rare occasions where division members had been brought out to see the swift fulfilment of objective. But, had he not already realised while looking at these new faces [ new recruits, weren’t they? ] that something had been off?
Little things. Little hints. Nothing he really would talk about, not a leader of any division, merely an accommodated bystander and powerful asset to help out where need be as per the agreement with Central 46 and the Captain Commander. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Perhaps he should have mentioned something.
The assignment today had been rather easy, ordered as he had been to stand back and merely observe, for their Captain wanted to put on a show without many stops to pull. Still, there was that one single glimmer, a spark that would ignite a fire of unexpected intensity and size, merely brought forth by a simple display the former Grandmaster had thought to be known to the newest additions to Shinji’s division, but it was not? Or the sheer exuberance, the show and properly displayed powers laced into bone white mask had been enough to startle out the thoughts of century-old prejudice. Whatever it was [ in a sense? could he have stopped it? ], it was already too late to make them stop the next set of scathing words.
❝ You’re not a human. You’re a monster. A plague. ❞
It was a single one of them that had spoken out. A skittish young thing, formerly not paid attention to, that had stood in the background and seemed more deliriously absent-minded than really willing to follow the work of teachings and tutorings, yet?
It had been whispers hissed out, once more repeated when called to action by those close by [ ’ what did you just say—? ’ - ’ you can’t just say that?! ’ ], louder and louder to finally reach the Captain’s attention of narrowed eyes and questioning gaze, who was about to say something, and yet—
“ You are not a human! You’re a monster! A plague! ” — how derogatory. How demeaning and nothing short of behaviour that should be snuffed out the moment it would only arise, still Shinji had always been different. Laughing about obvious disrespect, the feelings of prominent hurt, hidden still behind the mask now dissipating into nothing but thin air before he would wave the child off in near-too gentle demeanour. Why would he even? [ why could Jugram not understand? ] That permission of favoured hate being granted was nought else but an easy way out of insubordination and as the Quincy had been only here to observe and make sure everything was going as planned, he would only close his eyes for a moment. A sigh. A hand raised to the face, rubbing the bridge of his nose. What a farce. A fiasco one could say in a tragedy spun out by old opinionated bias that means little to nothing anymore [ or should they not? ].
“ Hey now~ We can talk about this later— ”
“ No! Everybody is hiding it, but it is true, you guys are nothing but monsters! ”
“ Aye, I get ya, if you don’t want to stay in my division, it’s fine. ”
“ You’re making it so easy for yourself?!— hu. ”
The difference in approach was jarring. In the Wandenreich, this would not happen, immediately drowned out, immediately shunned [ at times even discarded? ] would this behaviour be, to make sure that all and everybody was their most ’content’. Working like in a machine, their very essences brought towards sheer reverence for a Holy Leader who had done everything possible to have his Soldat be the most satisfied - what a tremendous and elaborate lie had it all not been. But thoughts like this would be drowned out bit by bit once voices of multiple sources would arise. It is a pure cacophony of raised fears and terrors, burning in the fire lightened within those simple words of unbridled hatred.
Something, he would need to bring up later [ but why? ] not only with the Captain now still attempting damage control with laughs and smiles, but also with the Captain Commander, unknowing of the fact that this was a condition his own people would work with. Needed to work with, no matter if this was a singular case - or a regularity - something inside of him ached at the very thought and before as much, as any situation could be diffused [ heated, heated, was it not getting worse by the second? ] despite stoic demeanour and mere presence, Jugram finally spoke. “ Seid endlich ruhig. ” In a language they didn’t know. So much he was aware, but in a sound of the voice that was as close to tearing at the seams of a primal fear as he wanted it to be.
An effect that lasted for a moment, till the same sputtering voice unleashing attack after attack, would be directed towards him, yet unable to bring forth any regard if not for the Quincy to cut it off without any pause. “ I told you to shut up. ” Harsh, forthright, the same tone of voice that lingered in an even sharper sound and tone, not carried over with the means to not placate and calm, but to make them know that behaviour of this gravity was unacceptable, undeniably overstepping boundaries they should know are there. And how surprising should his reaction not be? The very fact that his presence has a shellshock effect on those who had just gotten caught in the heat of the moment, trembling, fluttering, steps taken back and away more and more from imposing figure alone that had decided to join the fray—
— “ Hey Jugram, it’s— ” — alright?
“ Es ist nicht okay und du bist dir dessen genauso bewusst wie ich. ” The switch between languages. The very back and forth in subtle tones of anger despite his innocuous politeness, there was a hissing undertone that made even the Vizord stop in his tracks, something - something just - they would need to talk about later [ he knows that, doesn’t he? but why does he not care? ], in the puzzlement and ancient feeling of dread settling into those around, it had yet no place. Yet would make the other man fall silent. To merely allow what else could unleash in a certainly needed [ was it? truly? ] bout of— “ You all think yourself so high and above in your life that has never really known hardships, do you? ” And when it finally broke: that question of unbridled, holied chastise, shatered above them with a humming shadow of power that was unbeknownst even to those that would be closest to him.
A snap. A mere inkling. An underlining quality of nothing more but a wave that would blanket them with nought else but the sheer ire contained and controlled still, but enough to draw a deep breath from their lungs. [ calm down? calm down? he would not?! ]. " What do you really know? “ He continues with a question of rhetoric nature. Shut down any attempts before they could even register. More and more had they just made to bring distance between him and their apprehension, yet would stand and wait, unable to skit any further [ they knew, didn’t they? ] as to not draw a reaction and action towards the obvious insult that it would provide.
And the one that had formerly attempted to raise word? To be so much more powerful? So much more holy in their hubris?
Trembling, shivering. It was the combination of it all, the sinking feeling that this man that had taken up the role of sudden protection for another they should call their Captain with delight, was far more jarring than expected. But, was it not like that? When only they had arrived some odd hour ago for their mission and had felt the surrounding, this person accompanying them seemed so devoid of it all? Why, why all of a sudden, was the very sensation of unbridled anger enough to tear out the finest and innermost workings of personal nightmares? A topic for another time, it mattered not right now [ it would get no answer either? ], for Jugram wasn’t done. Would surely soon not be done. More and more just, laying it on with the tremendous calm of a single mind-breaking inquiry. ” Do you truly think you could walk so freely, speak so freely, have the arrogance to question your own Captain, if not this very Captain had given all possible for you to do so? “
Silence. A truth. A poignant explanation, where no explanations had been given before. He would need to talk about this with the right people and would need to explain that this is not a state and condition, for the Quincy to lay on what nobody had bothered to tell these children. It would be a lie to say that he was not at a moment’s notice caught to release and unleash even more. And they all knew that. Like a breath caught in lungs for too long that it would sting to be exhalted, waiting, waiting, playing a game of cat and mouse. They were scared and afraid.
Not only of his power. Not only of the clear indignation this usually calm person would now hold before them. Not only because of their Captain they knew had been left to pick up the pieces later of this broken and shattered masterpiece of clarity, no, but it was also the fear of missing knowledge.
And yet? ” Jugram, stop it. — Bitte. “
And like a sudden storm, sparked with thunder, with raging rain, it would all be gone with that single word. Had been enough of a pacification of his own emotions for the Sternritter to take a step back and allow himself to fall into a position of a strange comfortable lax. Unknowing that he had been poised and alert for what could only be amounted to a handful of heartbeats and not more. It is enough of a soft plea to allow for a glance to wander over the other man’s face, momentarily blending the souls that had lost their will to argue, that had been lost in a state of personal despair, completely into the background.
What else was there? What else could be said? The deliberate ignorance towards plight and ruin, in a sense, he couldn’t even blame the Captain Commander [ was he not perfectly aware of his struggles? ], and yet? It was not futile - even though screaming voices now laced in the back of his mind would call it that, would chide and ridicule, brushed off with the mere raise of his hand swatting away invisible ghosts to scatter what all there may remain. It’s a fine ’t'ch’ sound that would leave his lips. A barely perceptible agreement to cease the commotion where none should have begun.
” Alright, let’s go… “ To pick up the pieces. To glue back together this broken masterpiece of someone’s muddled clarity. It is enough to do for later on. ” Ah… Hirako-taichou… “ For later on, for later on, stilled as he was, Jugram decided to quieten it down for a moment just. Would not retaliate anymore where he feels and thinks that any brought forth words of those children were nought but laced with insincerity, with the means to explain and placate whatever anger there was with the lies of apologies not meant for anything else. But, in that sense, he wasn’t able to [ no, he didn’t want to? ] voice this thought. ” Not now, not now~ we are already late on getting back. “ With another voice having broken it off.
Being too aware. Being too perceptive. Being too close. It elicits nothing but a sigh.
Quietened down delirious state of mind. Nothing more, nothing less than this, had queries brought forth not at least offered the well-needed dissolving of mental redundancy? The thought alone that they had been eager enough to bring forth such vitriol— ” Come on. It’s fine. “ — with how it had seemed to all of them.
” Danke. “ But that was probably all that was needed to be.
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