Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140702211641/@comment-3293219-20140705152100

Set stood at the center of Methral’s tent, the fire in the corner of the room flickered and crackled, the only sign that filled the vacuum and disturbed awkward silence. The sack’s contents had spewed out; over the leader’s desk even though they were unscathed everyone looked at them as if they were blood stained as they practically were.

“Set…” Methral asked, nervously, stepping closer to him as the others did the same.

“Where did you find this, Set…?” The Dunmer asked, nervously as she raised the sack to his face, like he was supposed to deduce it on his own, rather than use his own memory.

The Bosmer just glared at her, somewhat insulted by her response as she waved the sack in his face, still he kept his composure, refusing to say a word, until she removed it and put it back on the table.

“I’m guessin’ that Tyler told you where I found it…” Set finally muttered, watching the sack lay down on the table in front of him. He didn’t bother to look around the room, his eyes stayed fixed on Methral, avoiding the disgusted looks of his scaving mates. He didn’t care what their opinions were, he did what was right, he might not have done the ‘good’ thing but he did the right thing and even if they argued with that, they couldn’t argue that it was for the right reasons.

“He… Told me his version of events… I wanted to hear yours.”

Set glared at the Breton, knowing that he had been painted as a monster, linched before he even had the chance to speak. Though he wasn’t afraid of that, he wasn’t going to let it stop him and he showed this fact as he took two steps closer to Methral’s desk, making everyone extremely nervous. He glanced back to Methral, catching her in his retina and freezing her to the spot, like a prison’s search light.

“They had food; medicine, supplies and we needed it… I decided that if one of us was gonna’ die anyway, might as well be them.”

The Dunmer paused, wondering what she had gotten herself into here; she looked back to Tyler and Pol, who nodded to confirm it.

“Set… H-How could you do that to someone?” She asked, building up more anger by the second as she stepped closer to the Bosmer.

“How could you murder all of those people!?”

“I didn’t… Just the ones that got in my way…”

“You’re a monster!” She snapped, walking away from him and running her hands through her hair, her stomach felt like it was imploding with stress, everyone’s did, even Set’s…

“Maybe I am but, because of this monster, we’re gonna’ eat tonight. If I’d returned as another ‘good guy’ fuck up, we wouldn’t have any food to argue over.”

Tyler stepped forward, standing in his way and making sure that they were stood, eye to eye.

“What gives you the right to make that decision Set!? Since when did it fall to you, to decide who lives and who dies?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, just thought I was better at makin’ that decision than you were, since you always chose the wrong answer anyway… You always chose assholes like them over us!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Since when did you ever give a fucking shit? You’ve only been here for three days!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah and in those three days you brought back three fuckin’ squirrels for about twenty five mouths! My fuckin’ youngest brother could do better than that and we’re relyin’ on you!” Set then turned to Methral, approaching her table and slamming his fist down.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t you get it!? You’re leavin’ the lives of our people in the hands of this fuck up! How many days can a whole camp rely on old rations and a couple of fuckin’ squirrels? We need someone out there who actually brings some food back!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Set… When you came here, you said that you didn’t want it to be like it was with Irvine…” Methral pointed out, stepping around the table and approaching him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How is this any different?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer just glared at her, almost in disbelief as he looked around the tent and saw a number of frowning faces, all of which cried out for an explanation. He slowly turned back their leader, who stood, unflinchingly as she narrowed her eyes, silently scolding him with them as he began to speak.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Irvine did what he wanted to… Not what he needed to…” Set replied, rather calmly as he began to pace around the room, looking each scavenger in the face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You can’t tell me, that I’m wrong, when he used to go out there and pull this kind of shit every day! The people were well fed; we had supplies and now look! I’m not sayin’ that I’m better or that I want things to go back to… That but we have to face facts here, we can’t get by, without gettin’ some blood on our hands.”

<p class="MsoNormal">This prompted Methral to look away, knowing that he was right but she didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t want to be…

<p class="MsoNormal">Him…

<p class="MsoNormal">Set sighed, noticing that she was defeated at this point and stepping closer towards her, she stepped away, incredibly nervous about being in this psychopath’s presence but she still stood tall, defiantly in his way.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look… I’m sorry, it ain’t somethin’ that I wanna do… I thought this shit was behind me but it’s this fuckin’ world now. We have to… It’s the only way…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, we can…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Tyler? Shut it… We’ve tried it your way and it didn’t fuckin’ work! We’ve done it my way and we’ve had more food in one day, than we have in a month…” He turned back to him, staring him down as he clenched his fist and narrowed his eye, prompting the Breton to step back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We are not barbarians!” Methral finally snapped, speaking up for the first time that day as she slammed her fist on the table.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We aren’t bandits, we aren’t marauders and we are certainly not Irvine!” She balled as she stormed over to his face and began to yell in it, like a drill sergeant.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, we ain’t, we’re just tryin’ to survive out here and I’m doin’ whatever it takes…” The Bosmer replied, rather calmly, given the circumstances.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Get out of my tent!” She shrieked, like she wasn’t even listening as she pointed to the front flap, panting heavily.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set’s eye met to Tyler and Pol’s as he slowly walked out, shaking his head and grumbling a bunch of curses and incomprehensible mumblings as he returned to his tent, leaving Methral alone, with his scav team.

<p class="MsoNormal">There was a long, awkward pause as the subject of conversation was gone along with the atmosphere as Methral leant on the table, examining the goodies, which were displayed in front of her. She slowly began to raise her head and sigh, feeling like she hadn’t slept in days, which wasn’t really that far from the truth.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Tyler? Distribute the supplies to the group…” The Dunmer mumbled, sitting in her chair as she stared, haunted by their aura of loss and despair.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What are we going to do abo…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I said…” She snapped, glaring at him, with her red eyes, which looked like they were going to glow at any moment.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Give out these supplies… I’ll deal with Set…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Breton’s companion patted him on the shoulder, with his big, bear-like paw, to get his attention, prompting him to look over his shoulder and sigh as they began to gather the stuff up in the sack. They turned around and carried it out, leaving Methral alone…

<p class="MsoNormal">She glanced down to her lap before looking back up to the flap of the tent as it fell down and blew in the breeze. Her face softened as she sighed heavily and began to think of her time, serving under Irvine…

<p class="MsoNormal">''Was this what you were talking about Irvine? Is this why you...?''

<p class="MsoNormal">She sighed and shuddered at the thought of it, she wanted to be the new leader, not the new Irvine but… Set was right…

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyler was incapable of doing things the ‘right way’ and he often brought them back nothing or close to it. Set’s contribution, today alone was more than Tyler had contributed during his time here, Set was right and sooner or later, they’d end up doing things his way. She wouldn’t be surprised if he mutinied or rallied the whole town against her.

<p class="MsoNormal">She had to sort this now…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer got up and wandered out of her tent, heading straight to Set’s for a chat.