Open callout post for murdergame!Oersted

[thevanquished]

All threads for generic murdergame!au Oersted are housed here. Open to weekly day to day threads, alternate trials and post revival hijinks! Just note the time frame in the topper. Also open to plotting here.

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For Oersted and ayone else who wants him.

[thirdway]

[It's been a couple weeks since this has started and Wei is where he always is once the main group has split up: the gym. Most of the time it's just spent attacking the helpless punching bag in the corner. The steady thrum of his fists makes a rhythm that tries to drown out the sound of his thoughts.

Of how most of those here are civilians. Innocents that aren't part of the world he's in. Maybe some had a drug habit they're hiding or a few skeletons in the closet but most were acting out of fear. Out of a desperation that was foreign in their world.

Not that it had stopped him from reacting with anger every time a murder happened. Harsh words that were soon replaced by guilt as soon as everyone had left. A firm hand on one of the weaker one's shoulders, tightly clutching enough that they said it hurt.

Wei stops his onslaught on the punching bag just for a moment, wiping away sweat from his eyes.]

Shit...

[He murmurs the word to himself. He thought he knew how bad humans could treat each other but this.. this was something entirely different. He lifts his head slightly.]

Hey, someone there?

[thevanquished]

Calm yourself, it's just me.

[Oersted was from some far past fantasy world- but regardless he was a solider. So while the madness of this place affected him just like it did anyone else he managed to keep a steady head]

[thirdway]

[Some of the stiffness in his shoulders seems to disappear just slightly. He was on edge like he always was but at least Wei doesn't look like he's going to punch anyone now.]

Shit, man... You surprised me.

[thevanquished]

I'm not surprised. You were very focused on this here.

[He walks in, placing his hand on the punching bag]

[thirdway]

Figured if I can't get the asshole who brought me here, this should work just as well.

[The bag shifts a little but Wei doesn't hit it again.]

For now.

[thevanquished]

For now.

[He puts his other hand on it]

Would having someone hold it help? Having a little weight behind a hit is always better.

[thirdway]

He should sleep with both eyes open.

[He nods.]

Just don't cry, alright?

[Wei slams the punching bag with a quick jab and then follows it up with a more heavy strike.]

[thevanquished]

[He braces himself, putting his shoulder into keeping the bag steady during the attack]

Oh? Was I supposed to cry?

[thirdway]

[Another rapid punch.]

Don't know--some do, some don't. Doesn't matter to me in the end.

[He backs up a little and then gives a quick jump, kicking the bag almost in the center.]

You know?

[thevanquished]

[That pushes him back some, grunting from deep in his chest. He fights in full plate and takes swords to his torso often enough- he can take it. But he's far from invincible.

Still, he keeps the bag steady]

Yeah. I know.

[And he does. And here there is much more crying then he's even seen in battle]

[thirdway]

[He gives a little nod. He won't push his luck but he notes how he took it better than he thought. That and his steadiness told Wei all he needed to know.]

Most of us here don't. [He just punches the bag this time, punctuating his words.] Can't blame 'em, though.

[Even as he huffs for breath there's worry in his words.]

[thevanquished]

Not everyone can be a solider.

There's a saying in my kingdom. That 'the purest souls make the cruelest demons.' When a innocent person breaks it is always worse then when the same thing happens to someone who has already seen evil.

I'm worried that is exactly our captor's intention.

[thirdway]

[That gets him to stop for a moment. He lets out a sigh.]

I'm no soldier. The boys back home would get a laugh at that. [His smile is dry and humorless.] It's a true saying, though. Grief... grief can change a person.

[The gruff old Mrs. Chu was always a tough woman but after the wedding, well. Wei shakes his head.] If that's his intent he really better prepare himself. The anger of one person is bad enough but this many? There won't be any left of him to find.

[thevanquished]

There are a lot of different types of soldiers.

[He smiles slightly, but doesn't argue his point further then that]

It's getting to him that's the problem.

[thirdway]

They'd still get a kick out of it.

[He can just hear Jackie laughing at him.]

No one can hide forever.

[thevanquished]

True.

[He frowns, lost in thought. Even if they did find him eventually... it wouldn't matter if those that were left were too few or too weak to do anything about it.

But he's not going to say that outright]

The sooner the better.