2nd Judgment ⚖ Action ⚖ Open

[whatisright]

Who: Justice and YOU
Broadcast: None
Action: Planetside in the forest
When: Between the crash and the post by Zhade

[No one was probably expecting to stumble across a guy who looks like a corpse standing over the literal corpse of one of the hunters. One could ask how Justice came across a dead hunter, but Justice's security-issued ray gun and the hunter's scorched head should probably answer that question.

What people probably expect even less than this vision is Justice ignoring the body and instead holding the dead hunter's machete, glaring down at it like he can set it on fire with his eyes. He could be taking cover and wait to see if more Vieziri come through, or maybe he could be searching for more Fleeters to give the supplies he carries on his back, but no. Glaring at a machete is the best use of his time.

After an uncomfortably long time where he literally does not move, not even to breathe or blink, he growls and throws the machete to the ground with much more force than necessary.] Useless. Better it be burned. [Everything about him hums with frustration and anger as he tears pieces of the hunter's mask of its burnt face, now glaring at it the same as he glared at the machete.

Maybe he should be worried? After all, when there's one Vieziri, there's usually more. But he does not seem worried--he seems single-mindedly focused on glaring at the mask like it owes him money.

Those who are familiar with Justice and his power may be able to tell he's looking for something in the memories attached to the Vieziri's possessions. More specifically, he's looking for the hunters' main base, so he can go there and get himself killed bring these monsters to justice. Justice is nothing if not predictable.]

Comments

[whatisright]

Pain is not the right word. It... interferes. [Justice makes a small noise of frustration as he drops the mask. It, too, is useless.] I should be able to track these creatures with no issue. With all these materials at my disposal, I should be able to divine where their base of operations is. But I can do neither of these things. The corruption in this planet runs too deep and it limits my abilities.

[samahl]

[That makes Cyril worry a bit. There's something about hearing a spirit say they are blocked from their virtue by a corruption that makes him nervous. He doesn't think that Justice is in danger of becoming a demon, or at least he hopes not, but it still feels like something that should be fixed sooner rather than later.]

Do you think there is a way to stop that limitation?

[whatisright]

It is the planet. It is ill to its core. It is like trying to hear someone speaking to you when thousands are speaking over them.

[Perhaps not a perfect analogy, but Justice has trouble explaining his power in human terms at the best of times.]

It is not unlike areas in Thedas where horrible things have thinned the Veil. Purification could take generations, and the past must be paid for first. [The long and short of it is that Justice hates this planet and there's no quick and easy way to fix it.]

[samahl]

I'm sorry you have to deal with it then, but that makes me even more worried about the people who live here.

Trying to make a life where the Veil is thin is never easy. [In fact, people would often abandon those places because they weren't safe. It wasn't as if the residents of this planet had the same choice.]

[whatisright]

Indeed. Fortunately, I have seen no signs of demonic activity.

[Which is probably the one good thing Justice can say about this place. No demons. Just cannibals.

And a lot of corruption.]

I believe the removal of these hunters is all we can do to help the innocents who live here.

[samahl]

I agree that it's something we should do before we leave. Maybe then, they'll be able to rebuild.

[whatisright]

Then let us find them.

[Justice cocks his gun, getting it ready just in case more hunters come to investigate what happened to their companion.]

This one has nothing of use in the memories that linger on its body. Perhaps another body, or following the living hunters, will prove more helpful.

[samahl]

[Cyril nods at that.]

I think finding more of them would be good. Let's do some hunting, then.