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@ransomme-basil
Intro Post
Full Name: Basil Ransom
Age: 29
Era: 1776 (American Revolution)
Born: June 9th, 1737
Occupation: Patriot soldier
Hobbies/interests: Gardening, nature, thinking incredibly carefully, rarely dropping philosophical questions at incredibly random times, drinking excessively (jeez dude)
mod speaks!!!!!
Basil had been wandering the Continental camp when he noticed Coral, his eyes wide as he tried to process it when he approached.
Coral? What are you doing.. here?
He paused when he noticed her translucency, reaching out to try and touch her but nearly freezing when his hand went through her.
β π±
Uncle Basil! Um.. I dunno how I ended up here, but Mr. Benny is gonna take me back to Papa! What're you doing here?
I'm with the Patriots. To fight in the war.
He paused, a strange expression flitting across his features before he kneeled down to her height, his movements slightly stiff and awkward.
What happened to you? You're not.. the same as when I last saw you. I know that was a while ago, but still...
I um, I think I'm a ghost now. I was really sick and Papa was taking care of me, but then I fell asleep, and then I was here.
She cocked her head, noting the expression on Basil's face before she spoke up about it.
What's wrong? You look sad..
...Nothing. I'm fine, Coral. Was your father alright the last time you saw him?
Basil had been wandering the Continental camp when he noticed Coral, his eyes wide as he tried to process it when he approached.
Coral? What are you doing.. here?
He paused when he noticed her translucency, reaching out to try and touch her but nearly freezing when his hand went through her.
β π±
Uncle Basil! Um.. I dunno how I ended up here, but Mr. Benny is gonna take me back to Papa! What're you doing here?
I'm with the Patriots. To fight in the war.
He paused, a strange expression flitting across his features before he kneeled down to her height, his movements slightly stiff and awkward.
What happened to you? You're not.. the same as when I last saw you. I know that was a while ago, but still...
News!
We will be having a small patriots only New Yearβs party either on the 30th or the 31st. If you would like to be there, please tell me. π
-General Washington
I'd like to be there, and I'd like to take Dylan with me.. of course if you don't mind, your Excellency.
He was curled into himself, shaking from his own emotion rather than the chill curled around him like a blanket.
The gun before him sitting in the snow simultaneously felt like an enemy and a savior, their gentle words for his undeserving ears feeling like a spear piercing through his heart with every one.
It only grew worse when the question kept ramming through his head.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I don't deserve to live, that's why!
He screamed at the open air, answering a question he'd never been asked, tears dripping onto his shirts as he pulled the bullets for it out of his pocket, loading the revolver entirely before pressing it against his head, finally drawing comfort from the metal against his temple knowing it was the final time he would.
However, he paused when he heard someone approach him, glassy blue eyes meeting bright green.
Basil?
...Dylan. W-What are you doing?
Basil forced the words out despite the heavy lump in his throat, his eyes locked onto Dylan's face so his eyes didn't draw to the barrel of the gun the other held against his head.
Iβ I'm ending it all.. I can'tβ I can't do this anymore, Bas..
The nickname tore at his heart.. his best friend, his childhood crush, the man he loved... He was resorting... To this?
They're all dead, they've died, and I've watched.. all I've ever done is watch... I couldn't protect them, and they stillβ they still cared for me, they still loved me! Even though.. I couldn't protect them... I couldn't.. I can't live like this anymore...
His hands were shaking, as well as his entire form. His once strong, confident, warm gait, was replaced by the curled up form of a man sitting on the snowy ground, wanting to end his own life.
Dylanβ please.. none of that was your fault! Death is an inevitable part of life! No matter what, we can't run from it, or protect anyone from it! If youβ if you do this, they'd only grow upset knowing their deaths drove you to something like this... You don't have to do this..
He approached slowly and carefully, as if he was approaching a frightened animal, and maybe he was. Dylan hiccupped, forcing the barrel of the gun against his head harder as their words and faces kept flashing through his mind.
I could'veβ I could've doneβ something! They cared about me, and I cared about them, I loved them! A-and I just, let them die... I'm the one who deserves to die! I should be the one dead! Why'd they have to die and I had to live?!
Despite the hopeless feeling crawling up the back of his neck and the tears welling up in his own eyes he replied, shivering slightly at the chill the trails left on his cheeks as tears rolled down his face.
Dylan, you don't deserve to die.. you're a person, just like all of them were. None of you expected death to come knocking. Lady luck has just been kind enough to keep you around and Iβ I can't live without you, Dylan. Coral, Coral would be devastated if she ever found out you blamed yourself not just for her fate but for others you've cared about. I need you. Please. Learn to live.. if not for them, for me... Please?
He wasn't sure when he'd gotten onto his knees before him and was holding onto him, one hand carefully resting on his shoulder, while the other cupped his face, but it grounded him enough to talk, to keep trying to convince Dylan he couldn't do this. He couldn't keep letting this guilt weigh down on him.
Dylan whimpered, and then let out a full on sob, the gun slipped from his fingers easily as he let go of it, still trembling as he slumped forward to cling onto Basil with every nerve in his whole being.
I want them back.. they didn't deserve to die... Why did they have to die, Bas..?
Basil couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relieved, the gun fleeing from his mind now that Dylan wasn't trying to kill himself, at least for now, tears running down his own face as he held him close, and tightly as well, gently shushing him, but not trying to offer any empty words or promises that wouldn't help.
They needed each other. And he would make sure Dylan would grieve properly. That he would learn to forgive himself, if nothing else.
I'm here. I'll be here as long as I can help it.
...Something feels off today.
..Dylan. Where's Dylan?
I'm actually rather excited for the Christmas party later today. I feel as though everyone needed a morale boost, especially around now.
Though, I can't shake the feeling something's going to happen...
Something feels off. I can't help but feel like something's.. watching me.
I can't.. I can't just sit here and wait. I can hardly handle knowing I'm sitting here, healing, and alive, while Dylan's life is in the hands of that woman. Someone he trusted.
Someone dangerous.
God, what am I gonna do..?
Abruptly, there's screaming in the woods nearby, with whoever it was at such a volume sounding as though they'd never heard the meaning of the word quiet. Though it was what he was shouting that was more interesting.
A loyalist! A loyalist! She's a loyalist! Athena's aβ
And then, momentarily, the screaming was cut off, and then picked back up, but with a much more concerning message...
Help! Help me! Someone help me! She's gonna kill me!
β @ransomme-basil & @dylan-athenazephyrs πͺ»
*Washington immediately grabbed his gun and followed the screaming in the forest, knowing he had to act quick before something bad happened
What-?! WHO-?!
By the time Washington had gotten there, the scuffle had gone on for several minutes, with Basil on his back in the snow covered grass, desperately trying to fight off Athena as she hovered over him with a hatchet in her hands, trying to hit him to the point it would kill him, but had only managed to hit Basil's shoulder when Washington appeared.
Help! Please! She's aβ
Right before Basil could keep screaming coherently, Athena had successfully lodged the hatchet into Basil's stomach, a sharp, pained, and lengthy scream escaping him as he kept trying to fight her off as she continued aiming for points of his body more vital than his stomach.
*Washington immediately fired a few rounds into Athenaβs arms, hoping that would keep her back
@ask-the-marquis GET A DOCTOR FOR THIS MAN!
Mon dieu, je vais, je vais- !
Merde....
@number-one-butterfly-anon
UM. I AM AT THE ABANDONED HOUSE WITH BREWSTER. YOU'LL HAVE TO GET ANOTHER MEDIC.
OKβ
Fuck it, I will just bring him back to camp myself.
*With one swift move, he carries Basil bridal style back to camp, placing him in the medical tent, where other medics in camp start tending to his wounds
Basil was unbelievably zoned out, which was understandable considering a woman he'd known for far too long had almost managed to hack his head off, staring up at nothing as he tried to process his unfortunate near death experience.
Abruptly, there's screaming in the woods nearby, with whoever it was at such a volume sounding as though they'd never heard the meaning of the word quiet. Though it was what he was shouting that was more interesting.
A loyalist! A loyalist! She's a loyalist! Athena's aβ
And then, momentarily, the screaming was cut off, and then picked back up, but with a much more concerning message...
Help! Help me! Someone help me! She's gonna kill me!
β @ransomme-basil & @dylan-athenazephyrs πͺ»
*Washington immediately grabbed his gun and followed the screaming in the forest, knowing he had to act quick before something bad happened
What-?! WHO-?!
By the time Washington had gotten there, the scuffle had gone on for several minutes, with Basil on his back in the snow covered grass, desperately trying to fight off Athena as she hovered over him with a hatchet in her hands, trying to hit him to the point it would kill him, but had only managed to hit Basil's shoulder when Washington appeared.
Help! Please! She's aβ
Right before Basil could keep screaming coherently, Athena had successfully lodged the hatchet into Basil's stomach, a sharp, pained, and lengthy scream escaping him as he kept trying to fight her off as she continued aiming for points of his body more vital than his stomach.
*Washington immediately fired a few rounds into Athenaβs arms, hoping that would keep her back
@ask-the-marquis GET A DOCTOR FOR THIS MAN!
Athena let out a yelp of her own when the bullets hit, stumbling back before she proceeded to continue trying to hack Basil's head off, though much less coordinated now that her arms had holes in them, allowing Basil to dodge and try to get up as she kept swinging wildly, her eyes wide with an intense kind of rage, as if she was already aware she'd lost.
@dylan-athenazephyrs πͺ»
Abruptly, there's screaming in the woods nearby, with whoever it was at such a volume sounding as though they'd never heard the meaning of the word quiet. Though it was what he was shouting that was more interesting.
A loyalist! A loyalist! She's a loyalist! Athena's aβ
And then, momentarily, the screaming was cut off, and then picked back up, but with a much more concerning message...
Help! Help me! Someone help me! She's gonna kill me!
β @ransomme-basil & @dylan-athenazephyrs πͺ»
*Washington immediately grabbed his gun and followed the screaming in the forest, knowing he had to act quick before something bad happened
What-?! WHO-?!
By the time Washington had gotten there, the scuffle had gone on for several minutes, with Basil on his back in the snow covered grass, desperately trying to fight off Athena as she hovered over him with a hatchet in her hands, trying to hit him to the point it would kill him, but had only managed to hit Basil's shoulder when Washington appeared.
Help! Please! She's aβ
Right before Basil could keep screaming coherently, Athena had successfully lodged the hatchet into Basil's stomach, a sharp, pained, and lengthy scream escaping him as he kept trying to fight her off as she continued aiming for points of his body more vital than his stomach.
He's approaching the General's camp, determination mixing with the fear of something or someone potentially able to stop him making him pick up his pace.
I just need General Washington to understand what she's been trying to do.
That's not hard at all..
...Athena?
Oh God. He needs to know about this. They need to know about this. Right now.
I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway.
She's a loyalist. Athena isn't even just a loyalist at this point she's.. a spy.
Oh God.
I feel.. odd today.
I know, it's likely nothing but..
I feel like I'm being..
Watched.
I don't feel as safe anymore..
I miss Coral. I want her back.
She was only seven, she didn't deserve it.. it's not fair... Why her? My baby girl...
...I know.
I'm here.
I'm not going anywhere anymore.
There's light knocking at the door, and when Athena answers, the man on the other side is Basil.
Good afternoon, Athena. Thank you again for the invitation. Are you.. doing alright?
I heard you've been handling a lot with the war.. I do sincerely hope things start getting better for the both of you. Where's Dylan? Is he alright?
Hello Basil. Dylan's simply resting. He's been feeling off recently.
...What have you heard?
..Not much, in all honesty. I heard Dylan and Coral found themselves in General Washington's camp...
And I heard about Coral..
I'm so, so sorry Athena.. I was, terrified to contact you because I was afraid it was true but... I can't hide from this anymore.
I'm so sorry.
...Don't worry about it. At least not around me. It doesn't trouble me as much as it does Dylan.
You should go see him. I believe seeing you again will lift his spirits.
Are you.. certain that's alright? Are you alright, Athena?
Have you ever known me to encourage with empty words, Basil?
...
Very well. Again, I am so, so sorry about Coral, Athena.
He leaves in search of Dylan, eventually approaching the master bedroom, the door shut, with silence behind it, though something, for whatever reason, told him Dylan was in there.
Gently, and reluctantly, he knocked, hoping his oldest friend wouldn't turn him away, even after all of the time they'd spent apart.
...Dylan? Are you there? It's me, Basil.
A moment passed, and then another, before the door nearly flew open and Dylan appeared on the other side of it.
The poor guy was clearly a mess, his hair frizzy and out of the usual long braid it was in, with dark circles under his red puffy eyes, tell tale signs he had a lack of sleep and an increase in tears..
...Basil?
Basil was nearly frozen, staring at the taller man he longed to lay eyes on again in all of his depressing glory.
Iβ yes, it's me. I know it's, been a really long time since we've talked. Athena invited me over and, well, she told me how you've been handling things...
Are you alright? Do you need anything? I can leave, if you're not comfortable..
