RIFTS. Bellamy is no mage. He is good at cooperating with mages, and giving backup support when it's needed. That's exactly what got him this far in life, and will probably keep him around a little longer.
When the veil strengthening efforts get underway, Bellamy is naturally on hand to lend support. He's especially essential when demons break through. Anyone beset upon by numbers too great to handle might get his assistance as he moves from fight to fight, not attached enough to anyone to stick with them. There's only a few people in the Inquisition he cares about, but he can't just run past people in real need.
That's why when two particular hefty rage demon tears their way out into some lonely dead-end courtyard space, Bellamy is there to deal a crosscut to the front of one of the freaks. His worn shield and scrappy armor don't give him away as a Templar, and his fighting style is a little too loose for that designation too. Encouraging, he calls out to whoever he's found to fight with:
"Not as bad as they look!"
It's kind of a lie. Case and point: the rage demon he's just struck roars and rears back to whap at him.
CLEANING. Set to the task of clearing out abandoned belongings from the living quarters, Bellamy is having some serious flashbacks to Kaiten after his demotion. This is grimmer work, and gives him a feeling somewhere between grave-robbing and looting, but he goes about it with focus and determination and as little emotion as possible. He didn't know any of these mages. It doesn't really matter.
The Gallows are large enough that he's given a whole hallway to work on, pretty much alone. Armorless, weaponless save for his dagger, Bellamy works as quickly as he can, opening cupboards and wardrobes, and throwing whatever he finds out into the hallway. Soon there's a long pile of miscellaneous belongings stretched down the corridor. From the end of the corridor, the sight is a little comical. Anyone approaching will have to dodge mateless socks and worn books. There are a few coins winking in amid the junk. Bellamy treats them just the same as the rest of it: not his, and meaningless.
When he's worked about halfway down the hallway, he steps out of the room he's just cleaned out to survey the pile, a frown on his face. After a beat, he crouches, and starts sifting through the stuff before he comes up with a dusty book. He scratches his thumbnail against the cover but he doesn't open it--or stand back up again to keep working.
bellamy || demon fighting, room cleaning || OTA
Bellamy is no mage. He is good at cooperating with mages, and giving backup support when it's needed. That's exactly what got him this far in life, and will probably keep him around a little longer.
When the veil strengthening efforts get underway, Bellamy is naturally on hand to lend support. He's especially essential when demons break through. Anyone beset upon by numbers too great to handle might get his assistance as he moves from fight to fight, not attached enough to anyone to stick with them. There's only a few people in the Inquisition he cares about, but he can't just run past people in real need.
That's why when two particular hefty rage demon tears their way out into some lonely dead-end courtyard space, Bellamy is there to deal a crosscut to the front of one of the freaks. His worn shield and scrappy armor don't give him away as a Templar, and his fighting style is a little too loose for that designation too. Encouraging, he calls out to whoever he's found to fight with:
"Not as bad as they look!"
It's kind of a lie. Case and point: the rage demon he's just struck roars and rears back to whap at him.
CLEANING.
Set to the task of clearing out abandoned belongings from the living quarters, Bellamy is having some serious flashbacks to Kaiten after his demotion. This is grimmer work, and gives him a feeling somewhere between grave-robbing and looting, but he goes about it with focus and determination and as little emotion as possible. He didn't know any of these mages. It doesn't really matter.
The Gallows are large enough that he's given a whole hallway to work on, pretty much alone. Armorless, weaponless save for his dagger, Bellamy works as quickly as he can, opening cupboards and wardrobes, and throwing whatever he finds out into the hallway. Soon there's a long pile of miscellaneous belongings stretched down the corridor. From the end of the corridor, the sight is a little comical. Anyone approaching will have to dodge mateless socks and worn books. There are a few coins winking in amid the junk. Bellamy treats them just the same as the rest of it: not his, and meaningless.
When he's worked about halfway down the hallway, he steps out of the room he's just cleaned out to survey the pile, a frown on his face. After a beat, he crouches, and starts sifting through the stuff before he comes up with a dusty book. He scratches his thumbnail against the cover but he doesn't open it--or stand back up again to keep working.
WHATEVER.
(You write me something.)