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towerofanimus2012-05-10 11:24 pm
pervertflea) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-10 11:24 pm
Entry tags:
3rd Constellation - I thoroughly blame Plus for this
Characters: Issun, Fado, and Princess Zelda.
Setting: Issun's trunk
Format: Action or I'll smite you both
Summary: Issun didn't take his labyrinth punishment so well; the princess and the priest manage to find him.
Warning: Alcohol? Sadness? Drunken sobbing? FLIRTING??? idk man
[Wandering by his room, it wouldn't be hard to hear Issun sobbing to himself - though it's certainly muffled thanks to the trunk he's hidden himself in. The chest had been converted into a miniature home not too long before the labyrinth "game" - a door was carved into the front, and it was emptied out and filled with makeshift furniture.
Currently, Issun's sitting at his table, using a cork for a temporary chair as his punishment ran through his head once more.
He woke up, back in the fields of Nippon, but it seemed like it had been sucked of its life. The dry, brown grass crunched beneath his feet, and the water smelled rank of poison and decay. Even the sun was gone - nighttime lasting past what should be midday. It felt almost disgusting to be here, and it felt like a block of ice was dropped into the Envoy's stomach.
His prayers didn't reach Nippon...? Was he gone this long? Did the people really stop caring? Even going through the once lively and beautiful Kamiki Village, he was reminded of how important his being here was; Sakuya's once lovely tree stood shriveled and lifeless. It wouldn't even make good firewood, at this point.
And all of the trees that the villagers once held dear are standing dead and rotting. It made him sick.
He needed to get to work. He had to knock some sense into the people of Nippon. But no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't believe him.
Some even laughed at the idea of gods...
Even his own prayers rung empty, as if there was no one in the heavens left to hear him. It was painful.
Every single bit of this was painful.
... Being back in the tower was almost a blessing, at this point. They even gave him something from home - though looking at it wrenched at his heart. A jug of Kushi's Purification Sake... perhaps it'd help purify him. He needed to get these thoughts out of his head, after all.
So that is the state he is in, should they find him - currently burying his face in his arms and thoroughly intoxicated, crying to himself (though he thinks he's being quiet).]
Setting: Issun's trunk
Format: Action or I'll smite you both
Summary: Issun didn't take his labyrinth punishment so well; the princess and the priest manage to find him.
Warning: Alcohol? Sadness? Drunken sobbing? FLIRTING??? idk man
[Wandering by his room, it wouldn't be hard to hear Issun sobbing to himself - though it's certainly muffled thanks to the trunk he's hidden himself in. The chest had been converted into a miniature home not too long before the labyrinth "game" - a door was carved into the front, and it was emptied out and filled with makeshift furniture.
Currently, Issun's sitting at his table, using a cork for a temporary chair as his punishment ran through his head once more.
He woke up, back in the fields of Nippon, but it seemed like it had been sucked of its life. The dry, brown grass crunched beneath his feet, and the water smelled rank of poison and decay. Even the sun was gone - nighttime lasting past what should be midday. It felt almost disgusting to be here, and it felt like a block of ice was dropped into the Envoy's stomach.
His prayers didn't reach Nippon...? Was he gone this long? Did the people really stop caring? Even going through the once lively and beautiful Kamiki Village, he was reminded of how important his being here was; Sakuya's once lovely tree stood shriveled and lifeless. It wouldn't even make good firewood, at this point.
And all of the trees that the villagers once held dear are standing dead and rotting. It made him sick.
He needed to get to work. He had to knock some sense into the people of Nippon. But no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't believe him.
Some even laughed at the idea of gods...
Even his own prayers rung empty, as if there was no one in the heavens left to hear him. It was painful.
Every single bit of this was painful.
... Being back in the tower was almost a blessing, at this point. They even gave him something from home - though looking at it wrenched at his heart. A jug of Kushi's Purification Sake... perhaps it'd help purify him. He needed to get these thoughts out of his head, after all.
So that is the state he is in, should they find him - currently burying his face in his arms and thoroughly intoxicated, crying to himself (though he thinks he's being quiet).]
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The hammer, of course, gives a little hop. Don't you have something to do, you two??]
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[And, well, what else are they going to do in this state? So, hesitantly, Zelda steps forward, drawing back the curtain door slowly.]
Issun...?
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Issun? is everything alright?
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If ya call failin' every - everyone who's counted on me alright - [hiccup!] - sure! Everything's just... hunky dory!
[he heaves out a heavy sigh, though it's broken by another little hiccup. But he stands up off of the little cork chair, stumbling a bit.]
I guess it coulda been a trick'a the tower, but who knows anymore! I failed'em anyway, the gods won't even... even talk to me anymore!
[A bit more stumbling, and he flings himself at them both - clinging to the princess because lady and burying his face in her chest. He says something else, but at this point it's completely muffled.]
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There are so many reasons why Zelda is unsure with this situation.
Ignoring the pain Issun's talk of failure brings to mind, she sets her hands on his shoulders and pushes him back just enough so he's no longer breaking awkward boundaries. She tries speaking gently, although she can't help the slightly uncomfortable undercurrent to her voice.]
Issun... you did nothing wrong, of this I am certain. You have been through a great ordeal, and our captors are powerful and without compassion; you must not take their cruel deeds as your own faults.
[... And then she's looking towards Fado because help please.]
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The Princess is right, you know. You have failed no one; those in a position of power here will attempt anything in order to lower our morale and break your will to continue. Though the voices of the gods may be far away, and even indistinguishable at times, it is at these times when they need your aid the most.