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towerofanimus2012-02-15 08:02 am
uprisings) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-15 08:02 am
Entry tags:
a soldier on my own
Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here
[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]
[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]
[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here
[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]
[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]
[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]
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Her pain tolerance might be incredibly high, but that doesn't mean she's immune to being knocked out. He doesn't get any resistance here.]
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[He is mad violence, dragging her up against the wall and trapping her throat with his forearm, breathing, snarling, over her. And yet, despite the blood on his hands, he can still feel her pulse against his skin and he]
[won't]
[stand for that. Somewhere very distant, he registers that she is no longer conscious. That the threat is over and he should stop. But his wing twinges again and that is enough to drive his hands one last time, taking her horns and her shoulders and the snap of her neck is a sweet note around the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears]
[He drops her body, without ceremony or care, and stumbles away down the hall, suddenly shaking and wiping blood across his face as he tries to clear the tears out of his eyes. He is... so very tired]