Voicetest for Paradisa

[indirectcause]

[Ben has been living in the castle for a few weeks now. The magical castle. Because THAT makes sense. He's been struggling with the...domesticity of it all. Of waking up, getting dressed, getting breakfast and having a perfectly regular day. No running, no hiding, no walkers. He would have thought such a thing would be blissful, but it only serve to put him more on edge. Waiting for the ground to collapse from under him.

...No. Bad allegory.

He's wandering the grounds at the moment. Or rather, he's telling himself that he's wandering the grounds when he knows really, he's patrolling them. Even if the walkers never show up here, some habits are hard to break. He may be absolutely terrible at providing for the group, but he can at least still walk around and keep his eyes open for trouble. So that's what he'll do. Better than sitting around waiting]

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[banshee_rider]

[You know who's also patrolling the grounds? A seven foot tall, fully armored space marine, assault rifle held at the ready for dangers she already knows aren't going to pop out.]

[One could still dream, though.]

[She tips her helmeted head at him and paused as their paths threatened to cross.]

I think I've seen you out here before.

[indirectcause]

[He will never get used to people like this. It was like someone straight from a comic book.

Still...better a comic book than a horror movie]

I guess I have been around here a lot.

[banshee_rider]

If I had to guess I'd say you were making a perimeter sweep. Just makes me wonder what you're expecting to find.

[She's noticed because, well. She's sort of doing the same thing.]

[indirectcause]

It's something I can do. [One of the few things he can do.

He doesn't reply right away. He's learned to be careful with outsiders, you can never tell if they'll help you or cripple you. It's even worse here, he can't tell who comes from a place where the walkers are a problem, or if they're lucky enough not to have to deal with them]

Something that isn't here, but I guess I got used to looking out for them.

[banshee_rider]

I hear you on that. It's not easy to stop looking out for something you've spent decades looking out for.

[In her case, Aliens!]

[indirectcause]

[Decades, ouch. He's not even been alive long enough to count decades as a plural yet. He shrugs his shoulders]

It's been about four months. [It doesn't feel it, though. After everything they've been through, hell it DOES feel like decades sometimes] It's just been... real intense.

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly nods. She gets it, it's hard to come down from something like that, once you get used to it.] Well, as quiet as it gets here, it can also get pretty intense. You just have to bide your time.

[indirectcause]

[He's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing]

I heard. It only happening every month or so sure sounds easier than dealing with it every hour.