Silence In Chaos
Fall 1st 513 AV, 14th Bell
Location: Building Complex, The Old Quarter
So much fighting, so much death. The events of the Coup unraveled slowly and the only thing that kept Ricky sane was his family, although having them in the same room constantly started to drive him a little mad as well. It's not the lack of privacy that was the issue, but the fact they had to remain here. Because of the Coup they had to stick together and watch each other's backs, which Ricky all the more found it difficult to accept the fact that he too was being taken care of as well. Not taken care of as in menial daily tasks but literally having a person that watched and worried for you constantly, Ricky didn't want to bring such burden on their shoulders even if they wanted to share. Yet he had no choice now. This whole thing was bigger than him, and all he could do was sit by and hope that the best would work itself out in the end. Thus he sat on the steps of the stone spiral staircase that led up to the second story of the building complex, thought long and hard about everything as the refugees of the violence settled on the floor with blankets and personal belongings. Fear stenched the air as there was silence, but every once in a while the sounds of fighting would fill the city. "Damn, damn, damn the Denvali!" He clutched his biceps tight as he planted his face inbetween his knee's, his fustrastion at its peak as he longed for this event to be over.
"Blame not the people, but the hand that guides them son." He turned to look up the staircase to find his father decended downward, and then took a seat next to the guard with a grim look on his face. "I know this troubles you greatly Ricky, Zeltiva's always been the home you sought to protect."
"So what..." Ricky shrugged. "I've worked hard t' prove I can defend the city, yet now of all times I can't fight like I'm expected t'. What'll the others think o' me if I return t' the Lord o' Council offices? They'll be ashamed is what." He sighed with finger rubs to his temples to ease the stress he felt.
"Bein' a Wave Guard means that much t' ya huh?" Burt chuckled a little as he scratched the side of his head. "I thought such a thing would matter t' me son."
"It does Pa, it really does. There's just more t' it than ya know..." Ricky looked to the floor below with a somber expression, and Burten watched his son with a patient expression.
"Go on..." He insisted to hear and Ricky gave a sigh.
"People expect me t' be there f'r them, they count on me as a person and I dun' wanna let 'em down." He quirked with another shrug as he avoided looking at his father.
"Except that's not the problem here is it." Burt pointed out as he knew Ricky avoided the truth.
"No..." There was little point in denying, if he failed to convince his father to begin with. "Bein' a Wave Guard... has taught who I want t' be, more importantly who I am. Without it I'm.... just Ricky." He spared a glance to Burt with a sincere look in his eye, occupied with his thoughts as Burt responded.
"You believe yer job is what makes ya who you are, when yer clearly wrong 'bout that me boy." Ricky remained unmoved but his father continued. "Sure enough bein' a Wave Guard makes you a fine example.but without it ye're still who you are son."
"And just who would that be? The son of a fisherman with no real home nor means t' take care o' his wife?" He retorted after a scoff.
"You'd be Ricky Maze, the man whose life revolves 'round helpin' others. The man whose 'bout t' become a father in due time." He placed a hand on Ricky's shoulder with an affectionate shake, and Ricky looked to his fathers hand with a sharp gaze. With his mind deeply contemplative on the words he heard, Ricky placed a hand over his fathers and allowed another sigh to escape.
Fall 1st 513 AV, 14th Bell
Location: Building Complex, The Old Quarter
So much fighting, so much death. The events of the Coup unraveled slowly and the only thing that kept Ricky sane was his family, although having them in the same room constantly started to drive him a little mad as well. It's not the lack of privacy that was the issue, but the fact they had to remain here. Because of the Coup they had to stick together and watch each other's backs, which Ricky all the more found it difficult to accept the fact that he too was being taken care of as well. Not taken care of as in menial daily tasks but literally having a person that watched and worried for you constantly, Ricky didn't want to bring such burden on their shoulders even if they wanted to share. Yet he had no choice now. This whole thing was bigger than him, and all he could do was sit by and hope that the best would work itself out in the end. Thus he sat on the steps of the stone spiral staircase that led up to the second story of the building complex, thought long and hard about everything as the refugees of the violence settled on the floor with blankets and personal belongings. Fear stenched the air as there was silence, but every once in a while the sounds of fighting would fill the city. "Damn, damn, damn the Denvali!" He clutched his biceps tight as he planted his face inbetween his knee's, his fustrastion at its peak as he longed for this event to be over.
"Blame not the people, but the hand that guides them son." He turned to look up the staircase to find his father decended downward, and then took a seat next to the guard with a grim look on his face. "I know this troubles you greatly Ricky, Zeltiva's always been the home you sought to protect."
"So what..." Ricky shrugged. "I've worked hard t' prove I can defend the city, yet now of all times I can't fight like I'm expected t'. What'll the others think o' me if I return t' the Lord o' Council offices? They'll be ashamed is what." He sighed with finger rubs to his temples to ease the stress he felt.
"Bein' a Wave Guard means that much t' ya huh?" Burt chuckled a little as he scratched the side of his head. "I thought such a thing would matter t' me son."
"It does Pa, it really does. There's just more t' it than ya know..." Ricky looked to the floor below with a somber expression, and Burten watched his son with a patient expression.
"Go on..." He insisted to hear and Ricky gave a sigh.
"People expect me t' be there f'r them, they count on me as a person and I dun' wanna let 'em down." He quirked with another shrug as he avoided looking at his father.
"Except that's not the problem here is it." Burt pointed out as he knew Ricky avoided the truth.
"No..." There was little point in denying, if he failed to convince his father to begin with. "Bein' a Wave Guard... has taught who I want t' be, more importantly who I am. Without it I'm.... just Ricky." He spared a glance to Burt with a sincere look in his eye, occupied with his thoughts as Burt responded.
"You believe yer job is what makes ya who you are, when yer clearly wrong 'bout that me boy." Ricky remained unmoved but his father continued. "Sure enough bein' a Wave Guard makes you a fine example.but without it ye're still who you are son."
"And just who would that be? The son of a fisherman with no real home nor means t' take care o' his wife?" He retorted after a scoff.
"You'd be Ricky Maze, the man whose life revolves 'round helpin' others. The man whose 'bout t' become a father in due time." He placed a hand on Ricky's shoulder with an affectionate shake, and Ricky looked to his fathers hand with a sharp gaze. With his mind deeply contemplative on the words he heard, Ricky placed a hand over his fathers and allowed another sigh to escape.
