Presea Combatir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2013-02-22 11:10 pm
suppress) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-22 11:10 pm
Entry tags:
002 ☁ punishment
Characters: Presea Combatir, Yosuke Hanamura & anyone else who wants in.
Setting: Floor Six
Format: Action
Summary: Presea gather's material for wood work in the forest. She does this by cutting them down.
Warnings: None.
[Without a job to occupy her, a grave to visit, nor even the opportunity to visit the place she once called home, Presea had been harboring a feeling that can only be described as "emptiness." Her time, which had finally begun to move forward again, feels as though it has once more been brought to a halt.
She's taken to working on wood carvings again. It's not quite the same as it might have been back home, but it's a steady routine that she enjoys. Today she's harvesting wood from the forest, cutting down trees with just a couple swings of an axe which certainly weighs more than she does.
The tree falls to the ground with a heavy crash. Then another. Her first project will likely be a cart to make moving them easier.]
Setting: Floor Six
Format: Action
Summary: Presea gather's material for wood work in the forest. She does this by cutting them down.
Warnings: None.
[Without a job to occupy her, a grave to visit, nor even the opportunity to visit the place she once called home, Presea had been harboring a feeling that can only be described as "emptiness." Her time, which had finally begun to move forward again, feels as though it has once more been brought to a halt.
She's taken to working on wood carvings again. It's not quite the same as it might have been back home, but it's a steady routine that she enjoys. Today she's harvesting wood from the forest, cutting down trees with just a couple swings of an axe which certainly weighs more than she does.
The tree falls to the ground with a heavy crash. Then another. Her first project will likely be a cart to make moving them easier.]
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[It's not the first time it's been brought to her attention. It's still a touchy subject, but one she's begun to come to terms with. She touches the red jewel on her collarbone.]
Yes, you're right. I'm only able to wield it so easily because of my Exsphere. I've had it since I was a little girl. [It's hard to remember a time when she didn't have it, really...how hard would it be to lift an axe this size?] I might not be able to lift it otherwise.
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[In the end, not wanting to be a jerk wins out, and it's apology time]
Crap, I'm sorry... I wasn't trying to be a jerk or anything, I was just curious! You don't have to talk about it, it's alright.
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Thank you for your concern, but it's alright. I don't want to forget the things that happened to me.
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[Even with her laughing and smiling (he's pretty sure), he still feels like a bit of a jerk. ... and of course he asked anyway, so he's really more than a bit of a jerk]
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[She seems to consider whether or not to stop there for a second, before continuing. It's always better for a person to know the truth,]
It's also a lifeless being. It attaches onto someone and tries fuse with them to try and cure it's loneliness, but when the two fuse and become one it finds itself alone again.
[Just like her.]