sonof_mogh: (a warrior departs)
She was dead. They killed her. He killed her. Murdered by the hands of the Dominion. Or, to be precise, Gul-Dukat. He was a traitor to his own people as well as everyone he ever knew. A mind warped by the Pah-wraiths and the need to destroy the Bajorans and their Emissary, Sisko. Jadzia had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Worf let out an almighty roar of anguish, pain and sorrow. It was a deafening noise that reverberated throughout his Nexus apartment, while his head was snapped back, teeth bared and eyes wet with tears. Did Klingons cry? Oh, they most certainly did when one of their mates was murdered without honour by a coward Cardassian. His apartment lay in ruins, all of his nearest possessions scattered on the floor in disarray. A mirror smashed in his bathroom and his bed sheets ripped up in fierce, primal anger. Feathers from his pillow strewn about the floor.

He was a mess.

Clutched in his hand was one of his Mek'leth knives, intent on being thrust into Dukat's cold Cardassian heart for what he did to his mate; his wife. Jadzia Dax. His Jadzia. The emotion was just too strong to bare as he sunk to his knees and roared again; a pitiful wail of grief. He was alone. The knife dropping to the floor in useless abandon as he could not find the energy to use the PINpoint and seek out revenge back on DS9. He just wanted to mourn her in the Klingon way. A new warrior departing for the Klingon after life, Sto'vo'kor.

No doubt the wailing and roaring would awake other Nexus residents since it is now early evening and Worf had pretty much been screaming for hours.
Date/Time: 2021-01-05 16:05 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] chiaro_oscuro
chiaro_oscuro: (6)
Ben isn't that bothered by Worf's screaming - but he doesn't realize it's a person first.

Instead, he gets up to go look for the source of the sound. He's got his "Earth clothes" on, his usual outfit of choice when he's going out drinking or wants to avoid drawing attention to himself. Whatever's going on, someone's upset, and he's going to go do something about it.

When he finds Worf, he asks the Klingon what's wrong. An alien, but not one from a species he knows.
Date/Time: 2021-01-05 19:16 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] chiaro_oscuro
chiaro_oscuro: (Default)
"I know. You don't have to tell me anything. There's no shame in grief and anger." Ben's careful with his words, since he doesn't know the other man's species or his culture. He, too, has a tendency to retreat into himself when he's upset, and though he's trying not to break things breaking things is better than lashing out at people.

Ben winces - not just because the alien is clearly upset, but because the way he's reacting to his pain is so familiar. Unstable and dangerous. Ben knows what he's looking at, and because he does he doesn't run or leave.

"Whatever you're going through...I'll invite you out to a drink, with me. That will help."
Date/Time: 2021-01-13 18:03 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] chiaro_oscuro
chiaro_oscuro: (Default)
"My name's Ben." The introduction is quiet, and Ben bows his head slightly in greeting and respect. He's picked up that the stranger's in mourning. He won't ask the details unless they're given freely, since mourning is private.

Ben knows a few places to visit, he's been to most of them in his time. skekSa's place seems more this person's style, though Ben doesn't know her well and honestly is a little intimidated by her.

"Do you know about The Scarlet Hooyim? We can go there. Or The Viper's Pit, whichever suits your needs."

It's Worf's decision to make.
Date/Time: 2021-01-16 21:03 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] chiaro_oscuro
chiaro_oscuro: (12)
"You can tell me your name, if you want."

Ben knows how it feels to want to smash up the furniture, though he hasn't done that in a while. It's one of the habits he wanted to break, as part of getting his anger under control. So he 's sympathetic, and would be even though he doesn't know exactly why the stranger's angry and upset. It isn't his business. His job is to assist.

"The Viper's Pit? Will that do?" It's the first idea Ben can come up with.
Date/Time: 2021-01-05 18:45 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] iamjustvisiting
iamjustvisiting: (I don't like this)
Tommy doesn't hear the sound but feels it from a great distance while standing out in the cold air of the Nexus winter. Maybe it was his precognition or the fact that these feelings were still raw in his own family, either way the sense of pain and anger that comes from loss felt oppressive even at a distance.

It did bring images with it when he thought, of a woman with spots down the sides of her face and the unmistakable ridged face if the man he had met only recently. He turned back into the house and sat heavily on the chair.

The images wouldn't stop and the pain wouldn't go. Closing his eyes he used the threads of pain to find the man in the Nexus. Tommy's apparition appearing in the room through his ability to astral project. To the man before him it would appear as if Tommy simply walked into the room but he couldn't be touched.

"Why do you wail in pain?" He asks but the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach already has the answer.
Date/Time: 2021-01-05 19:19 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] iamjustvisiting
iamjustvisiting: (Crying)
"My species makes the same sounds." They were higher pitched, much higher pitched but in purpose they were the same. Tommy knew it even if the words made little sense.

He is unphased by the madness around him, of broken things. Though Antheans didn't smash things he could understand the need. "My nephew's mate was killed recently by a cowardly enemy. He still wails some nights."

Tommy saw the witch bringing to bear her full power on an obviously weaker person as the way of a coward, as was the forced use if someone else to do what she should herself.

He stops, the projected presence staring and he frowned deeply. "I still have my own children to mourn. They died years ago."
Date/Time: 2021-01-09 19:36 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] iamjustvisiting
iamjustvisiting: (Sand)
"I'm an Anthean though I can't look like my own people ever again." Tommy has his own burdens and his voice isn't as neutral as usual. There's a hint of disgust to it that he can't hide.

Tommy doesn't know but sitting down was better probably than smashing everything. The alien sighs and looks away. "There's a great drought on my planet. I came to Earth for water or help from the humans. I was imprisoned and they died while they kept me from leaving. My planet is nearly uninhabitable now and my people are rare."

Tommy didn't blame humans for his treatment but he did blame them for the death of his family. He couldn't hate, Antheans in general didn't but he held no fondness for general humanity any longer.
Date/Time: 2021-01-24 03:49 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] iamjustvisiting
iamjustvisiting: (Crying)
"I understand your need." Tommy did. He had memories of his own screaming in locked rooms or out in the desert.

It took a moment before the Anthean realized these were mourning cries and not anger. The emotions said they were the former.

"Then I will join you." Tommy let out a mind numbingly loud wail; high in pitch, airy and discordant.. at least to human ears. Who knew how an Anthean's strangely airy and high voice would sound to a Klingon.
Date/Time: 2021-01-29 15:14 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] iamjustvisiting
iamjustvisiting: (Trapped)
"Felt your pain before I arrived." Tommy tells the other man. He isn't prone to these sorts of outbursts but he had them when he felt isolated. "How else do you grieve beyond cries of pain."
Date/Time: 2021-04-09 16:01 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] iamjustvisiting
iamjustvisiting: (Curious Ship)
"Yes."

Tommy swallowed hard at the discussion of so much violence but he understood the desire to be violent.

"I hope you're successful when you are in a better mind." He never wanted to cause violence but another species, like humans, were violent.
Date/Time: 2021-01-05 21:54 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (Eyes Closed Necklace)
Sin had been away in Chaos acting in an official capacity or she might have noticed sooner. She had a way of knowing when friends were suffering but as she relaxed in the villa it was something else she noticed, nightmares. They were hazy but after millennia beside Beelzebub she knew what that meant. A friend having nightmares while they were too intoxicated to wake themselves.

She put on whatever was around, it turned out to be a simple, red slip dress. This wasn't a social call but one of comfort. There was no reason to dress to the nines. Comfort for herself would be as important as the comfort she was to bring. It took only a moment to fly to where the Klingon lay passed out. She had sympathy for whatever it was he endured that troubled his sleep.

"Worf?" She spoke quietly so as not to startle him if he woke, her hand gently on his forearm in comfort.
Date/Time: 2021-01-09 19:42 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (Pensive)
She could almost feel the pain coming off of him as he woke though she didn't know why he felt it. She helped brush his hair away from his face. Though she had mostly assisted humans, this was something she had seen many times before. Pain driving someone to drink themselves into sleep.

"The Lady Amartolosa." She responds quietly. "I heard your nightmares and pain."
Date/Time: 2021-01-15 18:42 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (Sultry skyline)
"I am an angel and am tasked with many things, including soothing nightmares." She tells him as he struggles to stand. "You are an acquaintance so it is easier for me to hear them."

She stands and is there to help him. She knows warriors can be stubborn and not want help. However, if he will allow her then she will get an arm around her shoulder and help him. "Come, let's get you to a real bed, darling."
Date/Time: 2021-01-15 19:56 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (Sunglasses)
"No, you aren't tired, darling." She laughs as she easily hefts his weight up to help him stand. "You're drunk and need a bed to lay on."

As for the destruction, nothing compared to her father losing his temper. There were still pieces at least and not just ashes or nothing at all.
Date/Time: 2021-01-20 21:17 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (Cute Smile)
"I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you if I have to." She says with a smile and leaning her temple against his. She knows that will get him going and keep him walking.

"I'm an angel." She tells him. "My kind have always helped mortals... and you remind me of someone very dear to me, especially right now."
Date/Time: 2021-01-20 21:33 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (No Buillshit)
"I am. I've existed for billions of years." She tells him if only to keep his mind centered on the presence.

"You've lost someone?" She asks gently while stroking his back.
Date/Time: 2021-01-20 21:45 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (Eyes Closed Necklace)
"My father is king of my species and created our universe." She tells the groggy Klingon while walking with him.

The wail was understandable and she sympathized with the pain in it. "Our kind think it is despicable to attack a warrior's family. Our enemy did that to my father and hurt a lot of our family."
Date/Time: 2021-01-20 22:13 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (No)
"Not all would think that way but I think he is a good king."

Sin was always honest with others, as were most of the angels.

"There are many among my people who would punish others for acting the way this murderer did." Her voice spoke strongly because she is among those who would punish for the murder of women.
Date/Time: 2021-09-16 02:53 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] amartolosa
amartolosa: (Ritual Close)
She sat with Worf where he laid on the floor, close and there for comfort.

"We don't kill the worst of the dishonorable. Death is easy but we have ways of tormenting and cursing beings so that they regret their actions for eternity." She stroked his hair, brushing it away from his face while they spoke.

"I am gentle but I punish those who harm women and children senselessly." She smiles but there a dangerous cold to it. "I am the angel of dreams and nightmares. I like to let my uncle into people's minds when they deserve to suffer most."

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