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towerofanimus2013-03-28 10:19 am
culbutiri) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-28 10:19 am
Enough is enough [open]
Characters:Nesir Aeser and anyone brave enough to join here
Setting: Gymnasium (24th and 25th), Restaurant (26th), Forest (26th), Her room (27th), Library (28th)
Format: Either
Summary: After these shenanigans Nesir is badly injured and very angry. In the name of soul protection she continues on, and then goes screw it and gets drunk. Then with all of that out of her system she steps up her training
Warnings: Underaged drinking, underaged drunken knife throwing, death, convoluted arguments on the nature of good and evil. Also in all but the last prompt Nesir is furious and may attack
[Gymnasium] Once Nesir left Ryoji and the others she did her best to avoid everyone. She hurt, her skin was blistered, her shoulders badly burnt. Walking was painful, sitting more so, lying down was impossible. She hid in the emptiness and continued on. Going through knife forms, trying to stay awake, avoiding people. She told herself that pain was just something to be overcome, giving into it was weakness. Lessons she had learned young.
Anger was kept at bay as well, pushed to one side, ignored. She refused to acknowledge it. Ryoji was an idiot end of story. The pain didn't make ignoring the anger easier and she grasped to the emptiness, trying to keep everything at bay.
[Restaurant] She kept it up for two days, but this place, everything that had happened. It was getting to her and if she was being honest, she had been near snapping for a long time.
She didn't do what she wanted to, what she wanted to do was storm through the tower killing everyone she saw, hurting them, destroying them just for being light followers, just for daring to attempt to bring light to the world. But that would make her as bad as they were. And it would be playing into their captors hands. Exactly what she had warned Richtofen against.
So instead, when the pain and anger got too much for even Nesir to bear she went up to the resteraunt, she hadn't been there since robbing them back in December. But all the alcohol she had found and shared with the others had been destroyed in the crazy weather. And this was better than letting herself give in to what those that held them wanted.
Once she had had a few drinks she dropped the emptiness, letting all the pain she felt rush into her, be numbed by the alcohol.
She hated Ryoji so much, it would have been one thing if they had met normally in the tower, she had known he was an light addled idiot from day one. But she had met him on a mission, she had thought he was of the shadow. And so she had allowed herself to like him, he wasn't overly powerful like Ganondorf, nor aloof like Sephiroth. Close enough to her age. And he had betrayed them. She had been an idiot for even thinking she could trust him.
And Ganondorf had known. He knew everything. He could have warned them. She downed another glass of whatever this was that she was drinking.
[Forest floor 6] Nesir threw a dagger at the tree, it wasn't accurate at all. She was still drunk and still angry. But not drunk enough that she hadn't figured that going back to her room in this mood was a bad idea. She threw another dagger before going to collect it. She might have been pretending the trees were Tohko, and she might just be hoping that some monster or other came out to play.
[Room 2-01] The next morning she didn't even bother getting out of bed. Her head pounded but it had been worth it. She knew what was coming and she merely gritted her teeth when the pain started. She had at least drank enough that it would be a quick death and not just days with more missing limbs.
She couldn't even make herself feel bad if one of her roommates was witnessing this.
[Library] Once the sleep paralysis had worn off the next day Nesir's mind was clear. She was angry with herself for giving in, for letting her soul be recycled again. But the pain was gone and with it a chunk of the anger. What did she care what some stupid light addled idiot thought or felt. She had bigger problems and better things to think about.
She got dressed and figured out what she was going to do. She needed to step up her training, not just her fighting. There was something she hadn't done since she came to the tower. She headed to the library, finding a quiet corner and some paper.
Her writing was appalling, once she had had a neat hand. Once she could forge letters with skill. A priestess at the temple had taught her, under the guise of teaching her scribing skills. It was skill she had lost with her fingers and she had only just been learning to write with her left hand when the world had ended. But she hated to lose a skill and her writing needed improvement anyways, she hated the spidery scrawl she produced now and so picking up the pen awkwardly in her left hand she began to practice, opening a book at random and beginning to copy the words there.
Setting: Gymnasium (24th and 25th), Restaurant (26th), Forest (26th), Her room (27th), Library (28th)
Format: Either
Summary: After these shenanigans Nesir is badly injured and very angry. In the name of soul protection she continues on, and then goes screw it and gets drunk. Then with all of that out of her system she steps up her training
Warnings: Underaged drinking, underaged drunken knife throwing, death, convoluted arguments on the nature of good and evil. Also in all but the last prompt Nesir is furious and may attack
[Gymnasium] Once Nesir left Ryoji and the others she did her best to avoid everyone. She hurt, her skin was blistered, her shoulders badly burnt. Walking was painful, sitting more so, lying down was impossible. She hid in the emptiness and continued on. Going through knife forms, trying to stay awake, avoiding people. She told herself that pain was just something to be overcome, giving into it was weakness. Lessons she had learned young.
Anger was kept at bay as well, pushed to one side, ignored. She refused to acknowledge it. Ryoji was an idiot end of story. The pain didn't make ignoring the anger easier and she grasped to the emptiness, trying to keep everything at bay.
[Restaurant] She kept it up for two days, but this place, everything that had happened. It was getting to her and if she was being honest, she had been near snapping for a long time.
She didn't do what she wanted to, what she wanted to do was storm through the tower killing everyone she saw, hurting them, destroying them just for being light followers, just for daring to attempt to bring light to the world. But that would make her as bad as they were. And it would be playing into their captors hands. Exactly what she had warned Richtofen against.
So instead, when the pain and anger got too much for even Nesir to bear she went up to the resteraunt, she hadn't been there since robbing them back in December. But all the alcohol she had found and shared with the others had been destroyed in the crazy weather. And this was better than letting herself give in to what those that held them wanted.
Once she had had a few drinks she dropped the emptiness, letting all the pain she felt rush into her, be numbed by the alcohol.
She hated Ryoji so much, it would have been one thing if they had met normally in the tower, she had known he was an light addled idiot from day one. But she had met him on a mission, she had thought he was of the shadow. And so she had allowed herself to like him, he wasn't overly powerful like Ganondorf, nor aloof like Sephiroth. Close enough to her age. And he had betrayed them. She had been an idiot for even thinking she could trust him.
And Ganondorf had known. He knew everything. He could have warned them. She downed another glass of whatever this was that she was drinking.
[Forest floor 6] Nesir threw a dagger at the tree, it wasn't accurate at all. She was still drunk and still angry. But not drunk enough that she hadn't figured that going back to her room in this mood was a bad idea. She threw another dagger before going to collect it. She might have been pretending the trees were Tohko, and she might just be hoping that some monster or other came out to play.
[Room 2-01] The next morning she didn't even bother getting out of bed. Her head pounded but it had been worth it. She knew what was coming and she merely gritted her teeth when the pain started. She had at least drank enough that it would be a quick death and not just days with more missing limbs.
She couldn't even make herself feel bad if one of her roommates was witnessing this.
[Library] Once the sleep paralysis had worn off the next day Nesir's mind was clear. She was angry with herself for giving in, for letting her soul be recycled again. But the pain was gone and with it a chunk of the anger. What did she care what some stupid light addled idiot thought or felt. She had bigger problems and better things to think about.
She got dressed and figured out what she was going to do. She needed to step up her training, not just her fighting. There was something she hadn't done since she came to the tower. She headed to the library, finding a quiet corner and some paper.
Her writing was appalling, once she had had a neat hand. Once she could forge letters with skill. A priestess at the temple had taught her, under the guise of teaching her scribing skills. It was skill she had lost with her fingers and she had only just been learning to write with her left hand when the world had ended. But she hated to lose a skill and her writing needed improvement anyways, she hated the spidery scrawl she produced now and so picking up the pen awkwardly in her left hand she began to practice, opening a book at random and beginning to copy the words there.
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[Sigh. Mildly discomforted by being in close proximity to another person.]
[Then once she's drifted off to actual sleep, he'll be very careful to not disturb her rest while he carries her back to her dormitory.]
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