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towerofanimus2012-11-06 12:58 pm
culbutiri) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-06 12:58 pm
Entry tags:
Recuperating [Open]
Characters: Nesir and open
Setting: Room 2-01, outdoor areas and various other floors
Format: Prose but willing to switch
Summary: Nesir get's used to life in a more normal tower, gives some things that she stole back and generally takes stock of what has happened. If you were someone that said Nesir could take your things (or want to handwave that she did) feel free to come and reclaim them!
Warnings:
[1st November, her room] Her leg and eye were back. It was not as much of a shock as when she had come back from the dead and she was more relieved than anything. It seemed like Tohko was right, nothing lasted forever here. That both reasured her and terrified her at the same time. At least the urge to collect valuables was gone now. She felt rather stupid about that; so much about trying to lie low and take measure of the place before she did anything that could give away her true allegiances.
Getting up she spotted the clothes at the end of the bed, her training clothes and the note. A consolation prize... Nesir sneered at the tone but pulled the clothes on anyways. It was her uniform, the same hidden pockets she had sewed on and everything though they were empty. Still, she armed herself with the knives she had arrived with and felt... not normal, too much had happened for that, but almost herself for the first time since she had arrived.
She was shaken about what had happened, but it had happened and she would have to try and limit the damage done. She went up to the floors where she had buried treasure that wasn't candy, trying to remember where it all was. She soon had a decent pile of items back on her bed. She sorted through them to find Rise's and put them on her roommates bed, cleaning them the best she could. She would just wait to see if anyone else came to claim there things, she didn't care about anyone else's opinion enough to track them down.
[2nd - 6th November, around the tower] After investigating the new floors, which were very disturbing, Nesir had soon found out which ones to avoid and which ones were safe to be on, Nesir found herself bored. She wasn't used to being left to her own devices, her childhood had been very structured, even if she had spent times running wild in the streets of the city she knew when she was to be back in the inn, when she would be fed, when she had to learn and when she had to work.
The temple had been even more structured, every hour accounted for, only an hour of free time a day, two now that she was an acolyte. But here there were no lessons, no training sessions...
She still trained of course, she went to the floor with the running track and used the equipment there. Or went to the forest and practiced with her throwing daggers. She wished for someone to practice with, but didn't want to ask. She was getting better with her damaged hand, and she took comfort in that.
Other floors interested her as well, the graveyard was disturbing. Even more so than the morgue, even though she knew now that death didn't last here...
The science lab as well fascinated her, though she stuck to readying and examining for the moment, she knew what none of these things were. She had seen nothing like it in her world and so she would make sure she understood before she did anything dangerous.
Setting: Room 2-01, outdoor areas and various other floors
Format: Prose but willing to switch
Summary: Nesir get's used to life in a more normal tower, gives some things that she stole back and generally takes stock of what has happened. If you were someone that said Nesir could take your things (or want to handwave that she did) feel free to come and reclaim them!
Warnings:
[1st November, her room] Her leg and eye were back. It was not as much of a shock as when she had come back from the dead and she was more relieved than anything. It seemed like Tohko was right, nothing lasted forever here. That both reasured her and terrified her at the same time. At least the urge to collect valuables was gone now. She felt rather stupid about that; so much about trying to lie low and take measure of the place before she did anything that could give away her true allegiances.
Getting up she spotted the clothes at the end of the bed, her training clothes and the note. A consolation prize... Nesir sneered at the tone but pulled the clothes on anyways. It was her uniform, the same hidden pockets she had sewed on and everything though they were empty. Still, she armed herself with the knives she had arrived with and felt... not normal, too much had happened for that, but almost herself for the first time since she had arrived.
She was shaken about what had happened, but it had happened and she would have to try and limit the damage done. She went up to the floors where she had buried treasure that wasn't candy, trying to remember where it all was. She soon had a decent pile of items back on her bed. She sorted through them to find Rise's and put them on her roommates bed, cleaning them the best she could. She would just wait to see if anyone else came to claim there things, she didn't care about anyone else's opinion enough to track them down.
[2nd - 6th November, around the tower] After investigating the new floors, which were very disturbing, Nesir had soon found out which ones to avoid and which ones were safe to be on, Nesir found herself bored. She wasn't used to being left to her own devices, her childhood had been very structured, even if she had spent times running wild in the streets of the city she knew when she was to be back in the inn, when she would be fed, when she had to learn and when she had to work.
The temple had been even more structured, every hour accounted for, only an hour of free time a day, two now that she was an acolyte. But here there were no lessons, no training sessions...
She still trained of course, she went to the floor with the running track and used the equipment there. Or went to the forest and practiced with her throwing daggers. She wished for someone to practice with, but didn't want to ask. She was getting better with her damaged hand, and she took comfort in that.
Other floors interested her as well, the graveyard was disturbing. Even more so than the morgue, even though she knew now that death didn't last here...
The science lab as well fascinated her, though she stuck to readying and examining for the moment, she knew what none of these things were. She had seen nothing like it in her world and so she would make sure she understood before she did anything dangerous.
no subject
He smiled at her question and shook his head.
"No... And yes." she may catch a glimpse of the Triforce glowing on the back of his hand "My powers are natural to me, but this mantle of flesh was keeping them sealed away. Let's say I acquired the mean to unseal them."
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She saw the glowing symbol and wondered what it was, "So you did be born with it but it did be hidden from you?"
no subject
"Yes. Let's simply say my powers were too great to be used through my body-- Unless I used a catalyst, which is what you can see on the back of my hand." no need to explain the power of the gods part "For all we know, you may have latent powers yourself."
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"I do be doubting it, there do be only one power in my world and I did be spending the last three years at the heart of it. If I did be holding magic they would have been noticing."