Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26060252-20141215225256/@comment-24901923-20150124023208

Arcturus sighed as he made his way back to the Dining Hall, hoping that maybe Darian's partner, Alice Jager, was still there. He knew that his words would have little, if any, effect on Darian, but they needed to be said. Maybe Alice would be able to give them another approach. Upon his arrival, he found that Alice was indeed still there, just finishing up a conversation with Jericho. He walked over and sat down with them.

"I'm here about Darian. I don't think he's going to listen to anyone besides you, Alice. He's too riled up to pay attention now, so I'm going to tell you something I think he needs to know, deal?", Arcturus said. Alice nodded, and Jericho crossed his arms, an eyebrow cocked curiously as he gestured for the wolf Faunus to continue.

"Darian has obviously been through hell. The history of my family, the Silver Moon Clan, is full of people who were like him to some degree. I'm probably one of them. See, when I was 7, my parents returned home from a joint mission and had a party, to celebrate a job well done and the fact that Ma was pregnant with their 4th child. A rogue Huntsman, hired by the remnants of the mob they had just dismantled, sniped them down in front of us all. The hardest thing about that triple murder was my little sister. Covered in blood, crying and shaking the bodies and begging them to wake up, till me and the other children dragged her away, kicking and screaming as the surviving adults tried to find the bastard, who got away. I'm still half-broken when I wake up from the nightmares. I dealt with it by being the "Alpha" and big brother of the family, and throwing myself into my training. My greatest fear is that the battle urge I developed as a result will turn me into my parents' killer. He was found six years later, in Vacuo, after he tortured a student of our friends there, Sahara Zerda. My uncle and grandparents answered their call for help, and the eight of them just barely managed to save her. Even two generations removed from the frontier, our mindset has changed little. The rogue was put down quickly. We also refused to be bitter about what happened. Our issues are to be dealt with promptly, or else risk attracting Grimm, or tearing apart the group, our only lifeline. Even without such immediate concerns about survival, we still acknowledge that holding onto hate is like drinking poison and expecting someone else to die. The reason I'm telling you all this is simple. Those born and raised into the Silver Moon consider all Huntsmen and Huntresses to be our spiritual brothers and sisters in arms. And family takes care of family. Unfortunately, I think that might be Darian's problem. His target is probably kin to him, so he feels it's up to him to deal with them. He can't survive to fulfill that percieved duty without help, and he needs to be made to understand that. Dying for a cause can be noble and good. But doing so unnecessarily, and in vain especially, is shameful and foolish, especially when others may depend on you.", Arcturus said. He got up.

"That's all I wanted to say. The Clan has two Hunters who live in the city, and contacts in the local underground. I'll get the ball rolling, let you know if they turn up anything useful.", he stated before walking off, heading back for his dorm.