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towerofanimus2013-05-08 02:04 pm
relinquishing) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-08 02:04 pm
It was only just a dream
Characters: Guy and you.
Setting: Floor Seventy Three
Format: Starting out [Brackets], but I'll follow.
Summary: Fresh back from another visit home, Guy needs to work on distracting himself.
Warnings: None - will adjust as necessary
--Room 5-02--
[Another adventure onto a wasteland of a planet was tucked into his belt, whether Guy liked it or not. The landscape of purple and brown felt more like a bad dream than a reality this time around - whether or not that was because Guy WANTED it to just be a bad dream was hard to say. Had he thought that the last time he'd been pulled here? Sure. But after everything that had happened in the previous weeks, Guy wasn't sure whether waking up back in the Tower was a relief or not. Which was better? Was there a better in this situation?
No. No, there wasn't. Hoping and praying that the visit was a horrible nightmare and nothing more was all he could really do. Even for as real as it felt, to him and to others... he had to tell himself something to keep at least a little hope.
But the trip has run him ragged, and for a long while, he doesn't leave the seat on his bed. He would eventually get up to check the redheads' rooms, look for Jade and Ion, go to that god-forsaken collar checkup... but for the moment, he's deep in thought, staring down at his hands with a grim expression.
Is this really all we have left...]
--Forest and Meadow floors--
[Eventually the blonde moves to the chest at the foot of his bed, unwrapping the sword he'd found resting on his bed when he'd finished his report only a short time ago... He'd told himself he wouldn't take it out, that it needed to stay tucked away. But the disservice he would be giving the man this sword represented was too great, especially seeing Auldrant gone.
If he got questioned, he would get questioned. He had his word to keep.
He might be found in the meadow, going through basic attacks, blocks, and counters, stopping to rest only for a few moments before starting then anew again. Or one might see him in the forest, the arch of Void Tempest cutting through the body of a deer with little hesitation. There was something to be said about having actual targets to train on, and the feel of the Jewel in his hands, cutting through flesh... well, it wasn't something he'd ever thought he would experience. It might be a bit morbid for some, but every proper swing of the sword lifts some of the frustrations gutted up inside him.]
--Cafeteria--
[Fresh out of a collar checkup and not exactly strong of appetite when it came to dinner, Guy can be found picking his way through a plate of chicken. It's going into his mouth, sure, but not at a very commendable rate for someone who hadn't had much to eat. Guy seem's to be too busy with whatever else is on his mind. It's edible food, at least, and he definitely hasn't taken the alcohol for granted - there's a small glass of tequila next to his plate, half-empty.
Eventually growing frustrated, he pushes the plate aside with a sigh, plucking up his glass to go get a refill.]
Setting: Floor Seventy Three
Format: Starting out [Brackets], but I'll follow.
Summary: Fresh back from another visit home, Guy needs to work on distracting himself.
Warnings: None - will adjust as necessary
--Room 5-02--
[Another adventure onto a wasteland of a planet was tucked into his belt, whether Guy liked it or not. The landscape of purple and brown felt more like a bad dream than a reality this time around - whether or not that was because Guy WANTED it to just be a bad dream was hard to say. Had he thought that the last time he'd been pulled here? Sure. But after everything that had happened in the previous weeks, Guy wasn't sure whether waking up back in the Tower was a relief or not. Which was better? Was there a better in this situation?
No. No, there wasn't. Hoping and praying that the visit was a horrible nightmare and nothing more was all he could really do. Even for as real as it felt, to him and to others... he had to tell himself something to keep at least a little hope.
But the trip has run him ragged, and for a long while, he doesn't leave the seat on his bed. He would eventually get up to check the redheads' rooms, look for Jade and Ion, go to that god-forsaken collar checkup... but for the moment, he's deep in thought, staring down at his hands with a grim expression.
Is this really all we have left...]
--Forest and Meadow floors--
[Eventually the blonde moves to the chest at the foot of his bed, unwrapping the sword he'd found resting on his bed when he'd finished his report only a short time ago... He'd told himself he wouldn't take it out, that it needed to stay tucked away. But the disservice he would be giving the man this sword represented was too great, especially seeing Auldrant gone.
If he got questioned, he would get questioned. He had his word to keep.
He might be found in the meadow, going through basic attacks, blocks, and counters, stopping to rest only for a few moments before starting then anew again. Or one might see him in the forest, the arch of Void Tempest cutting through the body of a deer with little hesitation. There was something to be said about having actual targets to train on, and the feel of the Jewel in his hands, cutting through flesh... well, it wasn't something he'd ever thought he would experience. It might be a bit morbid for some, but every proper swing of the sword lifts some of the frustrations gutted up inside him.]
--Cafeteria--
[Fresh out of a collar checkup and not exactly strong of appetite when it came to dinner, Guy can be found picking his way through a plate of chicken. It's going into his mouth, sure, but not at a very commendable rate for someone who hadn't had much to eat. Guy seem's to be too busy with whatever else is on his mind. It's edible food, at least, and he definitely hasn't taken the alcohol for granted - there's a small glass of tequila next to his plate, half-empty.
Eventually growing frustrated, he pushes the plate aside with a sigh, plucking up his glass to go get a refill.]