pawnstorm | when the sun had left and the winter came / and the sky thought to only bring the rain

Entry tags:

when the sun had left and the winter came / and the sky thought to only bring the rain

Who: Apollo

dragonspawn
When: 7/18
Where: The Shield
What: Aiding the wounded in The Shield!
Rating: PG-13 to be safe

[It was the least he could do as a Hero. Granted, he did need the money, his wallet gone along with any cash or cards he had. But he still wanted to help. Carrying provisions, he's going around delivering to the safe houses, while noting that this doesn't seem like the richest neighborhood in Lasker. Thankfully, other Heroes have joined in the relief to help the refugees from the recent attack, something he'd only learned about fully not but a week or two ago.

Seeing the aftermath of those who survived added to the reality of the suffering that Noir had caused. And it only served to make him angry.

But for now, he'd help these people. Someone else joins his side, and he hands them a handful of clothes and a backpack that contained plenty of canned foods. Apollo would grab the rest.]

Can you carry these and come with me? I don't think I can carry it all myself.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ It's part of war, and recovery- and it's also why he was quicker to accept this job than any of the others, because it felt like he could actually make some kind of a difference here instead of just making more of a mess. Settling into this world hasn't been the easiest- there's been so much to take in, so much to learn about- and though people have been more than helpful here, it's also added to a myriad of other questions he can have about it.

Still- for now, there are more important things to worry about, namely- helping out all these people displaced by the war that is finally settling in for him- is real, and happening, and he can't keep worrying about the war he has back home when he is here and has to live here somehow.

Jakob would probably lose his mind if he knew he was doing all this on his own, but he'd also know not to hold him back once his mind was set on it. He knows a lot of his other family would think the same, and it's why he doesn't think twice about the act. It's not even for the money, though it helps-

But he has to start making things right as much as he can, and it certainly won't do anything if he sits around pondering what he can do. He pauses in his thoughts though, as he hears the young man next to him speak and he gives him a small nod before gathering up the clothes. ]

No problem. Which safe houses have you gotten to already?

[ He's been talking to a few of the needy as well and it's been breaking his heart- but somehow, at least, he knows there's some comfort in lending an ear as well.

Fortunately for Apollo, he's not shying away from manual labor- he supposes it does double as a workout. ]

I hope we have enough... it'd be terrible if we couldn't get everyone the help they needed...

I think it's terrible these people have to go through this in the first place at all.

[Not that he's trying to undercut Corrin's statement, but rather, just making a simple observation. He has the smallest of understandings of what these people are going through, only through defending in the courtroom and seeing the devastation on the faces of the families and friends of the deceased. But being refugees, losing their home and being here in the face of war, that was something he really couldn't truly understand, not now.

The sight of it was more than he bargained for, despite knowing what he was walking into.]

Anyway, I've only been able to visit a few of them so far, on the southern side of The Shield. I'm heading towards ones near the western part now. [He shoulders another pack with more food, before one arm grabs more clothes and the other holds a small bag that have toys for children.]

I'm Apollo, by the way. Apollo Justice.

I can't disagree with that.

[ After what he's seen back home- and even without it, it takes a person with far too little a conscience to actually want to inflict this sort of pain on anyone. People like, say, his Nohrian "father" for instance, but for the sake of his siblings- he has to keep fighting on if only to avoid that pain and protect them all.

The young man here, though, he can't help but smile a bit at, and he balances the canned food and the bag of clothes. ]

You're working hard. I'm sure they appreciate it all the same. I'm Corrin, by the way.

[ The man's name reminds him of his sister Elise's retainer back home- Ah, Arthur and his declarations of Justice. Once he's sure their supplies won't kill them on the way with their weight and balance, he begins to walk next to him. ]

Have you been in this world long, Apollo? I only just arrived a short while ago...

[ He's suddenly very grateful to the workouts Xander put him through to be able to carry all this with ease, but he is taking note of Apollo's effort, in case he needs the help. ]

[Any physical activity seems to be harder for Apollo, having already been helping a little bit since he'd arrived. But he's still doing it with a smile on his face, bearing through the fact that after a while his muscles start to get sore and he moves slower and slower throughout the day. It's clear he doesn't have the physique of a fighter. Maybe one of a guy that hits the gym twice a week. Maybe.]

No. I've only been here for a couple of weeks. I think I've hit my excitement quota for the month.

[The party alone was plenty.]

What do you think about all this? About walking into a war and being expected to fight in it?

[ He always appreciates someone who has the good of others in mind, so long as it's not at the risk of their own, of course. Corrin's always got his concerns where it comes for the good of most people wherever he is. Being kept locked away for a while, he hasn't really had the chance to know the people he ought to be protecting beyond his family and friends, so doing something like this- while not the people he should be protecting... still helps him learn in some way.

At his words though, he does look thoughtful. ]

It isn't much different from back home, really... save the fact that this war has nothing to do with anything I would be fighting for back there.

[ His reply is simple, to the point. ]

The fact that they expect us to give our concern and care for their ways so easily... [ He sighs. ] I'd be cruel if I didn't want to help those obviously in need, but it still makes me wonder why us...

[ And with a glance towards Apollo... ]

... and why people who obviously have never seen battles of the sort in their lives.

[ That is pointed at him, mainly because he can tell Apollo isn't cut out for too much heavywork. And it's why he offers to take more of the bags from him, hand extended. ]

You're not a warrior at all, are you?

[He refuses the offer. He still has a bit of manly pride to protect, and he's still okay as far as carrying supplies around is concerned. Though Corrin makes a good point that Apollo has been repeating to himself for the last couple of weeks; why them? All from completely different worlds, nonetheless- a fact that he's trying to grow to accept rather than get lost to the complexity of it all.

Gods and magic, he supposes. Two elements that are capable of anything and no mere mortal has anything to say about it.]

The only warrior I'm of is a warrior of the courtroom. [That sounded cool. He should write that down for later.] And the only weapon I've ever used is a steak knife.

[ ~~Pride has no value if you're dead!~~ There's a look of surprise that crosses his features at those words, though he can't help but break into a light chuckle at that admission. Warrior of the courtroom...? Really? ]

So... that's how you protect people, is it? It sounds admirable...

[ He smiles, though. ]

I hope that steak knife had nothing to do with your law-upholding, at least, or I'd be pretty worried for the people you're supposed to be looking out for.

[ It's a light tease- the guy seems pretty determined, he can see that much. ]

Where is it that you hail from, then?

[He appreciates the compliment, but he hopes that chuckle doesn't mean he isn't being taken seriously. He questions the Wrights enough on that aspect. He hasn't ever had anyone ask him where he hails from, and the only person he can think of that might use that phrase is Prosecutor Blackquill.]

If you mean where I'm from, I work and live in Los Angeles. [But based off of what he's heard already...he doesn't think Corrin is going to know where or what that is.]

[ Nope, not ringing any bells, but he's hardly surprised. He doesn't expect to know it, any more than he expects the young man to know a thing about where he's from. ]

I can't say I've heard of it, but in a place like this, that hardly comes as a surprise.

[ He gives him a smile over his shoulder as they finally come closer to one of their destinations. ]

Any more than you hearing of the lands of Nohr or Hoshido, perhaps?

[ Thankfully, there are other people there helping take the supplies into the safe houses and they immediately come on over to relieve Apollo's load, before coming to help Corrin with his. He pauses to help assist them, taking the time to distribute the supplies and busying himself once they have to. It takes a short while to manage it, but with the help of the people there, it's an easier job until they're done entirely. A breath of relief escaping him, he smiles at their job well done before turning to look at Apollo again. Getting a better look at him now, he can't help but think the young man is... cute in a way. He actually reminds him a little of his friend Silas, from how he's talking... and that thought actually makes his heart hurt in a way he didn't realize he could feel when thinking of him, or Jakob for that matter.

It shows in his expression briefly before he turns to look back at the safehouses as they walk away together. ]

That should be the last of them... are you hungry at all, Apollo? You did everything so diligently, I feel like I must treat you for your effort.

[ And a smile quickly appears on his face, unwilling to burden the young man for any more of his own thoughts than he has to. They've only just met after all... ]

I'm afraid not.

[Nohr and Hoshido aren't places he's heard of, and he can only imagine what part of the world they lie in on the planet or alternative universe that Corrin is from. Either way, it's not important now, as he tends to the refugees and helps in whatever way he can. It saddens him, to see so many suffer, and promises he'd help in any way he could.

Little did he know that later on he'd be helping in ways that he never thought he was capable of.

But for now, he accompanies Corrin, finishing their task and heading back.]

It's nothing really. I am pretty hungry, but you don't need to feed me. There's food back at the Hall that I can eat once we get back home.

[He'd feel bad asking Corrin to feed him, he just met him.]

[ The tasks themselves aren't anything he's had to worry about before, being familiar with how things are in times of war. It's expected, and it's up to those like them who are in a better state to assist where they can.

It's why he smiles at Apollo's words, finding the man's modesty a bit endearing (and familiar), enough for him to insist. ]

Food that's treated through companionship is a lot more fulfilling, though. Besides, I'd like to get to know the kind young man who put his all into assisting everyone out here today. You don't find that sort of kindness as commonly in a world with war...

[ Which should suggest that he's seen and partaken in his fair share of it. An encouraging smile sent his way, he adds- ]

Of course, unless I'm imposing...

[ And he does look a little guilty there. He just wants some company himself instead of returning to a room where he'll be among literal strangers again and a very sweet-hungry dragon... ]

[If Apollo wanted to argue, it would be met just now with a loud grumble from his stomach. It's a bit embarrassing for him, but he really is hungry. He'd been handing out food and blankets all day without much of a bite to eat himself, and wonders if maybe it might be okay this once to accept the offer. It's not like Mr. Wright, who they would con ramen out of, so he could at least repay the man later by treating him to something once Apollo made some more colle to put in his pocket.]

No, not at all. I don't think I'm left with much choice in the matter anyway.

[His stomach isn't having it.]

[ He has a feeling the young man has been working himself to the bone, which is why he makes the offer at all. A smile appears on his face at Apollo's acquiesce though, which pleases him and a hand goes to touch his shoulder in a supportive gesture. ]

Then let's get going! You can tell me all about your world, and more about yourself. It definitely sounds nothing like my own for one... and I wouldn't want to be left in the dark if we encountered more companions from where you come from!

[ A cheerful look appears on his face at that. He does like making new friends, especially now that he has the chance to. ]

What do you like eating? We'll go right for it!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

when the sun had left and the winter came / and the sky thought to only bring the rain

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

I'm so sorry for late late and just handwaving them visiting the rest of the safehouses!

YEAH let's handwave it nps (it's a getting to know each other thread you know how it goes)

you are too cute to me ( ~ '-')~

no subject

psst we can totally handwave and discuss what happens if needed, life has been so busy!