Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170611233554

"I appreciate that. Let me know when you're on the way. Agent out." Stahlfritz hung up, sighing deeply.

"You're doing the right thing. You know that, right?" Dr. Li said from the end of the hall.

"Technically, yes...but think abou-" the cyborg replied, still staring at his now inert scroll.

"Son." the doctor turned around, looking the young man in the eyes. For the first time all day, his voice had a slight waver as the memories started coming back.

"Don't call me that." Fritz replied, turning only slightly to face Dr. Li. He tried to be respectful as he could with saying those words, though given the nature of those words, that was a pretty tall order. "With all due respect, don't call me that. Not after what you did with mom..."

"Our divorce was...lamentable. But it was for the best." Li wiped a single tear from his eye. "I know I've told you too many times that the huntsman's life is nothing but trouble; it's all about getting involved in other people's troubles. But I want you to know that this one time is the exception. Fighting to keep this boy alive is the right thing."

"Even if it's for corporate reasons?" Fritz half-snapped back. He liked to think that in another universe and in this one too to an extent, Kurai was his friend and that was why he was putting time and effort to be there for him.

But this was not the case; Fritz honestly didn't know Kurai as well as he wished he did. All the swordsman was to the cyborg was a friend of some friends as well as a major source of intel about Flagg's enemy.

"There is absolutely NOTHING corporate about preventing this guy's suicide. You have other sources, like that girl from yesterday." Li argued back, placing a hand on his semi-estranged son's shoulder.

"Have you heard the guy? He got what he wanted and he just wants to clock out, end the pain."

"When you choose suicide as the solution, you do two things with the pain. 1. you stop any chance of it ever going away and 2. you pass that pain on to everyone else around you."


 * beat*

"I'm going to find our psychiatrist for this. You should go back." He started down the hall. "One more thing, don't tell him any of what I just said. Never, EVER, try to use guilt on a suicidal person."

Fritz sighed yet again and walked back towards Kurai's room. He passed a vending machine with a selection of chocolate bars inside, one of them mint.

Damnit Laelia...of all the times...

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...discuss thier unique pain with poignant, yet pithy questions such as:

"How did things get so hopeless?"

"What pain are you feeling from now?"

"What is your unbearable pain?"

"If you mind me asking...how long have you been holding that in?" Ingraham asked as he finally constructed something himself.

In the back, Fritz finally walked back in unfortunatly having missed most of the conversation. He pulled up a chair for himself and Gretel, right next to the bed.

"That's not a problem, Mr. Silverwood." Hargreave said as her voice became somewhat more distant. "I know to look after the people as well..." she started her own story.

Flashback...

Battle of Vale, 21:05...

The Coronado infirmary was running full, estimated wait time to seeing any sort of medical personell was 2 hours. Just 15 minutes ago it was only 1 hour. Spare dorms were already being filled up with displaced families and other people. Now, the reception lobby was being used to house refugees. Tens of dozens of people had crowded the room; sitting on the stairs, lying on couches. Children cried, parents wept, and the sound of intense weapons fire could still be heard over the screams of Grimm.

Agent Vivacas burst through the front door, followed by a Manticore droid. In the Eliminator's hands were two small children; clinging to the droid's back were the parents.

"The younger one's still in shock. The older one seems fine." he hurriedly told the receptionist who was practically glued to her desk, surrounded by empty coffee cups and a spare Laser Pistol sitting before her. The young penguin faunus barely had the strength to respond; all of it was being put towards logging in Refugees.

A garbled transmission came through Rainier's comms "Hey Rainy, party's still going. We're good, but I don't think we're good 'triple-deathstalker' good!" Ingraham's voice could be heard, along with a Nevermore's screech, followed by the bellowing of a quad laser cannon.

On the far side, Hargreave and Hayes had just finished passing out extra water bottles to the families hanging out on the stairs. While Hayes looked no less worse for wear in his chef's uniform, Hargreave's business suit was starting to show a few ruffles from all the excitement. She didn't care, she couldn't care, she had more pressing matters to attend to...