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towerofanimus2012-01-28 03:32 pm
mamadonna) wrote in towerofanimus2012-01-28 03:32 pm
Entry tags:
A Sudden Recognition Of Unexpected Consequences.
Characters: The Dolorosa and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-01; an ill-fated attempt in the hallway; the infirmary
Format: Choose a setting and go for it!
Summary: Dolorosa wakes up to find that nothing makes sense and everything hurts.
Warnings: Crushing sadness, endless fussing, we'll edit if she can't avoid discussing more on the former.
Room 1-01; morning
[ She awakens slowly, uncomfortably. Her head is pounding and her body aches. The room is too bright and the last thing her eyes want to do is focus on that light, her head turning instinctively away from the window. It was only when she registered that it was, in fact, a window that she found reason to be bothered. What new torture could this be, to try to force the sunlight upon them?
She jerks herself up onto an elbow, and every muscle in her body tells her this was a bad idea. t was only then that she realized that she wasn't alone. ]
Hallway; an hour or so later (locked to The Disciple)
[ If she's learned any one thing from the dizzying orientation of her new residence, it's that she needs to eat. She's not sure exactly what "oatmeal" is, but she hopes it goes easily. She isn't sure what she'd be capable of keeping down just now.
Nonetheless, she dragged herself along the hall, but her legs felt weak and her knees like they might explode, so she got little further than outside the door before she had to start leaning against the wall. She'd have to see how far she could get this way. ]
Infirmary; basically whenever you want?
[ She's uncomfortable being so served. The bed was relaxing, and the care much needed, but she can't help feeling unsettled by the entire situation. She'd much rather be up and about, doing what she can here for them. She's got a lot of gratitude to balance out, but her legs wouldn't be able to carry her if she tried to do anything about it.
It's a very frustrating scenario, she hates being such a burden, but she wouldn't want anyone to think she's grumpy, either. Not when they're doing so much for her. ]
Setting: Room 1-01; an ill-fated attempt in the hallway; the infirmary
Format: Choose a setting and go for it!
Summary: Dolorosa wakes up to find that nothing makes sense and everything hurts.
Warnings: Crushing sadness, endless fussing, we'll edit if she can't avoid discussing more on the former.
Room 1-01; morning
[ She awakens slowly, uncomfortably. Her head is pounding and her body aches. The room is too bright and the last thing her eyes want to do is focus on that light, her head turning instinctively away from the window. It was only when she registered that it was, in fact, a window that she found reason to be bothered. What new torture could this be, to try to force the sunlight upon them?
She jerks herself up onto an elbow, and every muscle in her body tells her this was a bad idea. t was only then that she realized that she wasn't alone. ]
Hallway; an hour or so later (locked to The Disciple)
[ If she's learned any one thing from the dizzying orientation of her new residence, it's that she needs to eat. She's not sure exactly what "oatmeal" is, but she hopes it goes easily. She isn't sure what she'd be capable of keeping down just now.
Nonetheless, she dragged herself along the hall, but her legs felt weak and her knees like they might explode, so she got little further than outside the door before she had to start leaning against the wall. She'd have to see how far she could get this way. ]
Infirmary; basically whenever you want?
[ She's uncomfortable being so served. The bed was relaxing, and the care much needed, but she can't help feeling unsettled by the entire situation. She'd much rather be up and about, doing what she can here for them. She's got a lot of gratitude to balance out, but her legs wouldn't be able to carry her if she tried to do anything about it.
It's a very frustrating scenario, she hates being such a burden, but she wouldn't want anyone to think she's grumpy, either. Not when they're doing so much for her. ]
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Really, she'd much rather be incorrect, such a lovely girl shouldn't need suffer such ghastly circumstances. She offers Echidna a weak smile. ]
I...I hope you'll excuse what is sure to be a terribly rude question, but I couldn't help but notice your lack of horns and-- If it's due to uncomfortable circumstances, then I don't wish to pry...
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No, it's OK! This is your first time meeting someone who's not a troll, right? I'm a human, so I wasn't born with horns or grey skin. It's not because of this place or anything, so don't worry!
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You mean to say that you're some separate species? I'm unfamiliar with any such species assuming such a shape, even the musclebeasts achieve it only in part. Where have your people resided, to be so pale yet capable of withstanding the unkindness of the solar orb?
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I guess we are a separate species? Though we act a lot alike from what I have seen! In my universe, humans have lived for thousands of years on planet earth, and the sun is very important for us to survive.
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And tell me, little one, are humans granted names?
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Yep, humans have names too~! My name is Echidna Hackett; nice to meet you, miss!
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I am The Dolorosa.
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Dolorosa?! [Dude no way so coool-- no wait. Alright, gotta play it cool. Play it cool.]...That's a pretty name!
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[ So wait, parents, that's...like a lusus, right? ] But Echidna is far more than that, child. Had your lusus not shared with you the tale of the Mother Of All Monsters?