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towerofanimus2013-03-23 09:44 am
culbutiri) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-23 09:44 am
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At Winters Heart [open]
Characters: Nesir Aeser and you
Setting: Halls, floor 100, floor fifty five
Format: either
Summary: Winter strikes. Winter is not Nesir's favourite season
Warnings: she is angry, so violence warnings? Also potential freezing to death
[Icy beginnings] It didn't take a genius to work out the pattern. Spring, summer, autumn... Nesir knew what was coming next and she wasn't happy about it. But she was prepared. Before going to bed that night she folded her cloak up and put it under her pillow, slipped her shoes under her bed for shelter.
She woke up under a layer of snow, freezing cold she got up as quickly as possible, pulling out her cloak and shoes, both still dry and wrapping them round her. She grabbed her knives from the side table.
She was about to leave the room when she paused, "You do be waking up." She went round shaking any of her roommates who might still be asleep. Frost bite was not something she would wish on anyone, not even Jade.
"Be getting up and be moving!"
She stormed through the halls, she was so hungry, so cold. Why did extreme cold and no food go together in this place.
However in her storming she stepped on ice and slipped, falling. "Darkness be taking your eyes!" She screamed at no one in particular.
[Snow covered memories] Floor one hundred was a floor she mostly avoided, for many reasons. But today she stepped onto the floor (alright she slipped off the step onto the floor...) and frowned as she found herself in one of the inner courtyards of the temple. It was empty of people but apart from that it was exactly as she remembered. So realistic she could almost hear the clashing of weapons, barked orders and laughter of trainees.
The snow didn't take anything away from the illusion, a perfect image of the temple in winter. She took out her daggers, she had to keep moving, couldn't stop or she would freeze. She began going through knife forms, fluidly going from one to another.
[To freeze or to burn] The blizzard ripped through the tower, not even moving could warm Nesir up and as she passed people passed out from cold she wondered when she would be next. It made her angry, her temper short as she began to lose feeling in her fingers and toes.
She needed heat... And she knew the place... She made her way to the incinerator, she hated fire and it was a floor she avoided when she wasn't working. But heat was better than freezing to death.
She got there and stepped into the floor fearfully. Instead of the blast of heat she was expecting there was... nothing... The fire was out...
Nesir cursed and slumped against the wall, sitting down in the snow. She had to keep going... had to move... wouldn't let winter defeat her...
But she was so hungry, and so tired...
Setting: Halls, floor 100, floor fifty five
Format: either
Summary: Winter strikes. Winter is not Nesir's favourite season
Warnings: she is angry, so violence warnings? Also potential freezing to death
[Icy beginnings] It didn't take a genius to work out the pattern. Spring, summer, autumn... Nesir knew what was coming next and she wasn't happy about it. But she was prepared. Before going to bed that night she folded her cloak up and put it under her pillow, slipped her shoes under her bed for shelter.
She woke up under a layer of snow, freezing cold she got up as quickly as possible, pulling out her cloak and shoes, both still dry and wrapping them round her. She grabbed her knives from the side table.
She was about to leave the room when she paused, "You do be waking up." She went round shaking any of her roommates who might still be asleep. Frost bite was not something she would wish on anyone, not even Jade.
"Be getting up and be moving!"
She stormed through the halls, she was so hungry, so cold. Why did extreme cold and no food go together in this place.
However in her storming she stepped on ice and slipped, falling. "Darkness be taking your eyes!" She screamed at no one in particular.
[Snow covered memories] Floor one hundred was a floor she mostly avoided, for many reasons. But today she stepped onto the floor (alright she slipped off the step onto the floor...) and frowned as she found herself in one of the inner courtyards of the temple. It was empty of people but apart from that it was exactly as she remembered. So realistic she could almost hear the clashing of weapons, barked orders and laughter of trainees.
The snow didn't take anything away from the illusion, a perfect image of the temple in winter. She took out her daggers, she had to keep moving, couldn't stop or she would freeze. She began going through knife forms, fluidly going from one to another.
[To freeze or to burn] The blizzard ripped through the tower, not even moving could warm Nesir up and as she passed people passed out from cold she wondered when she would be next. It made her angry, her temper short as she began to lose feeling in her fingers and toes.
She needed heat... And she knew the place... She made her way to the incinerator, she hated fire and it was a floor she avoided when she wasn't working. But heat was better than freezing to death.
She got there and stepped into the floor fearfully. Instead of the blast of heat she was expecting there was... nothing... The fire was out...
Nesir cursed and slumped against the wall, sitting down in the snow. She had to keep going... had to move... wouldn't let winter defeat her...
But she was so hungry, and so tired...
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[Despite talking, she's starting to noticeably slow. It's harder to keep her eyes open, and even the shivering seems to die down.]
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[An obvious lie, but at least the nudge gives her the energy to blink awake and straight back into the cold]
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[She pulls her knees up a little closer to her body, stomach quite audibly reminding her that it's been a while since she's eaten.]
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[That small bit of assurance is enough to keep her going for the moment, and though she's at a dire lack for body heat as well, at least the company's welcome.]
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