OOC: Timeskip, as agreed to by The Grochi Machine.
I didn't remember much about the other night.
"--elios, what are you doing--"
I woke up to the sound of some Matoran screaming bloody murder in the streets. Maybe it was my imagination, though. Ta-Koro couldn't be having another attack, could it?
"--ve barely drunk anything, what are you talking ab--"
You want to know what my head felt like? Try imagining nails on a chalkboard, then multiply that by the number of people who burned to death in the Lavapool.
"--get off of me! So what if I'm drunk who cares about that who cares what's it to the village the village is destro--"
I only got out of bed because of habit. Muscle memory, I suppose.
"--o so sorry man, so so so so sorry, shouldn't have yelled, should have been there yesterday, should've been a hero, shouldn't have gotten so upse--"
Suddenly I was in the bathroom. Where was I? Too nice to be the Wolf's Head. The Bloody Murderess closed down. The Lavapool was ... yeah.
"--ere am I going, Helios? What am I doing with my lif--"
Tiles were nice, dark granite. Chic. Magma Lounge? Mirror was nice too, shiny and edged with silver. What it reflected was ######, but it was pretty itself.
"--o-Koro's gone, man. I should've been there, should've saved it why couldn't I save it--"
I didn't want to look at myself. The adrenaline junkie. The wannabe-hero. The washed-up has-been. The should-have-been-there-but-wasn't. The alcoholic. The bum.
"--m I good? Good person? Good hero? Think I am. Want to be. My brother ... my brother was. I looked up to him. Now, I don't want to end up like him. God, Helios. God, what am I doing?"
I didn't want to look at a failure anymore.
The Lavapool was destroyed. Ko-Koro had fallen. We had super-powered thugs roaming the streets and Echelon's forces were on the move. The bad guys were winning. I couldn't deal with this.
Suddenly there was a bottle in my hands.
It must have been in my bag, the one I'd brought with me on the treasure hunt (wait, wouldn't Helios have taken it, then? maybe it was complimentary with the room?). Never opened, but after years of training meant that I didn't even notice cracking it open.
I couldn't deal with this.
I was shaking.
I needed help.
God, what am I doing?
My reflection flashed in the glass of the bottle.
I didn't ... looking at failure ... didn't want to anymore.
Dozens dead. ###### Piraka. More wounded. ###### Echelon. Guard tortured to death. ###### cultists. Lavapool bombed. ###### guard and his defeatism. Ko-Koro invaded. ###### evil. Makuta had fallen and things were still going to ######!
My arm reeled back. Years of training, I didn't even notice when I threw the bottle against the wall. It shattered in a spray of glass and spirits.
I wasn't going to look at a failure anymore.
Before I knew it, my bag was on my back, my gauntlets were on my hands, and I was out the door. Soon enough, I was back out on the streets, already counting widgets in my head; needed enough for a new sword, some warm clothes, rations.
It was a long hike to Ko-Koro, after all.
OOC: Open for interaction.