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towerofanimus2013-05-10 04:59 pm
gothic_temptress) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-10 04:59 pm
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Characters: Aversa and OPEN
Setting: Room 1-17, the cafeteria, the llibrary.
Format: Action Spamy
Summary: Aversa arrives in the tower and is not in a good mood.
Warnings: None.
[Sitting alone on her bed, Aversa pours over the letter she had been given upon her arrival in the tower over and over again. Despite how simple the message was, it was a reality she simply could not comprehend. They had done everything in their power to destroy the Fell Dragon and save the world from the ruinous future his resurrection would have wrought if left unchecked. It simply made no sense, what had they done wrong? And more importantly, what had become of her husband and daughter? Had they to succumb to whatever had destroyed her home?
It was all to much even for someone such as Aversa. More angry the depressed or sad, the spellcaster crumbles the letter into a small ball and sets it aflame with a small burst of magical power. She had no time for such nonsense, better to ask her fellow inmates in this strange place about the matter then sit around acting like a grieving widow, a role she sincerely hoped she would not have to fill any time soon.]
[As one could not probe the depth's of this strange place on an empty stomach, Aversa soon found herself amidst the many tables and strange foodstuffs that the tower's cafeteria offered. Anything would have served to fill the void in the pit of her stomach left by being kidnapped and then suddenly told her world had went the way of her former master, but oatmeal would have to do.
She had tried to eat other things, and had several stains on various parts of her boots to prove it. But, after cleaning herself, she finally gave in and decided to eat the bubbling muck that passed as a first meal in the tower. Used to finer fare, the dark witch looks none to happy about having to ingest the bog-like substance sitting in a bowl before her.]
[The last leg of her journey took her to the library, a good enough to find other people as any. Not really in the mood to read anything in-depth, Aversa instead hides her nose in one of several thick tomes dedicated to various facets of magic and it's origins. Upon seeing someone she thinks capable of answering the many questions she had about the tower and its masters.]
Setting: Room 1-17, the cafeteria, the llibrary.
Format: Action Spamy
Summary: Aversa arrives in the tower and is not in a good mood.
Warnings: None.
[Sitting alone on her bed, Aversa pours over the letter she had been given upon her arrival in the tower over and over again. Despite how simple the message was, it was a reality she simply could not comprehend. They had done everything in their power to destroy the Fell Dragon and save the world from the ruinous future his resurrection would have wrought if left unchecked. It simply made no sense, what had they done wrong? And more importantly, what had become of her husband and daughter? Had they to succumb to whatever had destroyed her home?
It was all to much even for someone such as Aversa. More angry the depressed or sad, the spellcaster crumbles the letter into a small ball and sets it aflame with a small burst of magical power. She had no time for such nonsense, better to ask her fellow inmates in this strange place about the matter then sit around acting like a grieving widow, a role she sincerely hoped she would not have to fill any time soon.]
[As one could not probe the depth's of this strange place on an empty stomach, Aversa soon found herself amidst the many tables and strange foodstuffs that the tower's cafeteria offered. Anything would have served to fill the void in the pit of her stomach left by being kidnapped and then suddenly told her world had went the way of her former master, but oatmeal would have to do.
She had tried to eat other things, and had several stains on various parts of her boots to prove it. But, after cleaning herself, she finally gave in and decided to eat the bubbling muck that passed as a first meal in the tower. Used to finer fare, the dark witch looks none to happy about having to ingest the bog-like substance sitting in a bowl before her.]
[The last leg of her journey took her to the library, a good enough to find other people as any. Not really in the mood to read anything in-depth, Aversa instead hides her nose in one of several thick tomes dedicated to various facets of magic and it's origins. Upon seeing someone she thinks capable of answering the many questions she had about the tower and its masters.]