Ciaran looked at the kid, then let out a smirk while picking up his other knife and cutting the kid's speech,
Ciaran: ".. When these thugs grabbed you into the alley. I know."
Ciaran turned to the guard, while picking up the thug's dropped pistol.
Ciaran: "See, sir, when I arrived earlier today, my raven flew off, and I went here to look for it. The next thing I know, these thugs were trying to shoot it with this ..,"
Ciaran twirled the pistol while his raven cawed softly,
Ciaran: ".. Before they decided to harass this young man. I just did what a good citizen must do."
Ciaran then confidently tried to gave the guard a convincing look.
For me, I'm not really hard against any particular genre. I mean if you ask me to watch something with you on your home theatre, I wouldn't mind and perhaps be as curious as you about it.
That being said, I rarely watch these genres by myself nowadays:
-Musicals. I think these should stay on stage. Period.
-Kid movies. Not animation, but kid movies.
-Horror movies. Because I really think horror movies must be watched together, so we can be terrorized together and hold hands.
-Poor adaptations. Is this even a genre?
-Bad rated movies. What? No, I mean shallow movies. Still not a genre?
Yes, I do watch romantic comedies, dramas, graphical violence, gore, etc. by myself. Sometimes. If they're good and not shallow.
I just watched the original Oldboy, which was Korean. And it was very moving.. As in moving you relentlessly around your couch because it dealt with some very.. heavy issues (no spoiler, yes?).
Anyways, the point was not really about the plot for me, but about the underlying message which questions the nature of love, and vengeance.
Which I obviously don't have the answer to.
Ciaran, hearing the voice, looked towards the docks and, as he saw the cloak, quickly realized that it was the guard from the docks. But Ciaran didn't stop his movement, and instead continued to walk towards the downed thug.
After a deep breath to calm his adrenaline--and agitation, Ciaran addressed the guard.
Ciaran: "A small problem, sir. And it was going on. See, these thugs .."
Ciaran then picked up his knife which hit the nose of the writhing thug.
Ciaran quickly reacted to the sound of the dropped pistol by throwing a knife at the kneeling thug. Then, Ciaran started to run towards the thugs as his raven went on to harass the writhing thug. It was pecking at the knife lodged on the thug's shoulder.
Ciaran groaned as he left the comfort of the shadows,
Between his screams, another knife was already flying towards the agonized victim again, while Ciaran's raven silently dived down towards the other, seemingly soothed, thug. It was aiming to strip the thug from his foul weapon, the pistol.
Ciaran seized the moment of opportunity. He sent his raven soaring into the air, while casting Soothe at one of the thugs who aimed at his raven earlier. Then, he went out of the shadows momentarily, throwing one of his knives at the other thug in a quick sequence. The knife was already flying when he whispered,
But then, as Ciaran entered the dark alley, he realized just how dark the alley was.
--
It was so familiar. So empty but so alive. So silent but so loud. So dark, and full of terror.
The dark alley was consumed by its own shadows.
And Ciaran could no longer see anything, not even his body, nor hear anything, not even his voice. He shivered, each strand of his hair was tense and every inch of his skin could feel the cold air that was engulfing him. He was in fear.
--
But then, he heard his raven's caw, sending him back to his consciousness. He was standing still near the entrance of the dark alley, still unseen by the thugs. Ciaran then hid himself properly, well within the shadow of the walls of which his back was pressed against. He took a deep breath and his raven flew onto his left shoulder.
Ciaran turned to his resting bondmate, chuckling silently.
Ciaran: "That was close. Did you always scream 'turd' like that?"
The raven tilted its head while Ciaran observed the two thugs without exposing much of his head. It seemed that their voices became louder as he bathed in the shadows.
Ciaran: ".. When these thugs grabbed you into the alley. I know."
Ciaran turned to the guard, while picking up the thug's dropped pistol.
Ciaran: "See, sir, when I arrived earlier today, my raven flew off, and I went here to look for it. The next thing I know, these thugs were trying to shoot it with this ..,"
Ciaran twirled the pistol while his raven cawed softly,
Ciaran: ".. Before they decided to harass this young man. I just did what a good citizen must do."
Ciaran then confidently tried to gave the guard a convincing look.
Maybe I can recover from my depression and hope that Miyazaki's work will continue.
For me, I'm not really hard against any particular genre. I mean if you ask me to watch something with you on your home theatre, I wouldn't mind and perhaps be as curious as you about it.
That being said, I rarely watch these genres by myself nowadays:
-Musicals. I think these should stay on stage. Period.
-Kid movies. Not animation, but kid movies.
-Horror movies. Because I really think horror movies must be watched together, so we can be terrorized together and hold hands.
-Poor adaptations. Is this even a genre?
-Bad rated movies. What? No, I mean shallow movies. Still not a genre?
Yes, I do watch romantic comedies, dramas, graphical violence, gore, etc. by myself. Sometimes. If they're good and not shallow.
Anyways, the point was not really about the plot for me, but about the underlying message which questions the nature of love, and vengeance.
Which I obviously don't have the answer to.
After a deep breath to calm his adrenaline--and agitation, Ciaran addressed the guard.
Ciaran: "A small problem, sir. And it was going on. See, these thugs .."
Ciaran then picked up his knife which hit the nose of the writhing thug.
Ciaran: "Tried to kidnap a young man .."
Ciaran groaned as he left the comfort of the shadows,
Ciaran: "Arrrhh!"
Because it looked like he was gasping while sizing something beneath average eye contact level with his fingers.
I guess a ninja will show up next.
Ciaran: "Bless me, Gramps!"
He began to inspect them from the shadows, while hoping for a better window of opportunity. Perhaps a random pedestrian for them to grab?
But then, as Ciaran entered the dark alley, he realized just how dark the alley was.
--
It was so familiar. So empty but so alive. So silent but so loud. So dark, and full of terror.
The dark alley was consumed by its own shadows.
And Ciaran could no longer see anything, not even his body, nor hear anything, not even his voice. He shivered, each strand of his hair was tense and every inch of his skin could feel the cold air that was engulfing him. He was in fear.
--
But then, he heard his raven's caw, sending him back to his consciousness. He was standing still near the entrance of the dark alley, still unseen by the thugs. Ciaran then hid himself properly, well within the shadow of the walls of which his back was pressed against. He took a deep breath and his raven flew onto his left shoulder.
Ciaran turned to his resting bondmate, chuckling silently.
Ciaran: "That was close. Did you always scream 'turd' like that?"
The raven tilted its head while Ciaran observed the two thugs without exposing much of his head. It seemed that their voices became louder as he bathed in the shadows.