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towerofanimus2013-05-30 11:33 pm
faithstaynight) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-30 11:33 pm
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Characters: Ruler & You
Setting: Floor 13->Staircase
Format: Action
Summary: May 30h is a rather important day for Ruler. A somewhat upsetting day, but important nonetheless.
Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of death of the fire-y kind.
[Normally, Ruler does not spend much time in the Cathedral. She preferred somewhere quiet to conduct her prayers, so the muttering voices tended to keep her away. But today... today was different. Today she was huddled in the very front pews, face pale and hands clasped together so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Her words came out in a rush, and several times, she even stumbled over them and had to start over.
She needed the familiar surroundings, the stained glass and sweeping architecture. She needed something to surround herself with to soothe her restless spirit.
This day. This one single day. May 30th... she could still remember that day so clearly. The triumphant, leering grins of the guards that had ushered her into the cart that would transport her to the center of Rouen. The jeers and insults thrown at her by the English supporters crowding the town square. The somber looks of those still loyal to France and her King. The seemingly miles-long march up to the stake. And finally the fire, biting its way up her feet, her legs, setting her clothes alight as the heat and smoke choked her and filled her nose with the smell of her own burning flesh...
With an audible cry, Ruler shakes her head firmly, trying to pull herself out of the memories that had been plaguing her all day. In a sudden flurry of movement she stands, rushing quickly to the staircase. It was quiet now, too quiet, her thoughts were becoming harder and harder to tune out, she needed to find somewhere else...
So lost is she in her thoughts that she doesn't pay the slightest attention to where exactly she's walking, leaving collisions with other residents on their way up or downstairs a likely accident.]
Setting: Floor 13->Staircase
Format: Action
Summary: May 30h is a rather important day for Ruler. A somewhat upsetting day, but important nonetheless.
Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of death of the fire-y kind.
[Normally, Ruler does not spend much time in the Cathedral. She preferred somewhere quiet to conduct her prayers, so the muttering voices tended to keep her away. But today... today was different. Today she was huddled in the very front pews, face pale and hands clasped together so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Her words came out in a rush, and several times, she even stumbled over them and had to start over.
She needed the familiar surroundings, the stained glass and sweeping architecture. She needed something to surround herself with to soothe her restless spirit.
This day. This one single day. May 30th... she could still remember that day so clearly. The triumphant, leering grins of the guards that had ushered her into the cart that would transport her to the center of Rouen. The jeers and insults thrown at her by the English supporters crowding the town square. The somber looks of those still loyal to France and her King. The seemingly miles-long march up to the stake. And finally the fire, biting its way up her feet, her legs, setting her clothes alight as the heat and smoke choked her and filled her nose with the smell of her own burning flesh...
With an audible cry, Ruler shakes her head firmly, trying to pull herself out of the memories that had been plaguing her all day. In a sudden flurry of movement she stands, rushing quickly to the staircase. It was quiet now, too quiet, her thoughts were becoming harder and harder to tune out, she needed to find somewhere else...
So lost is she in her thoughts that she doesn't pay the slightest attention to where exactly she's walking, leaving collisions with other residents on their way up or downstairs a likely accident.]
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[He does want to have at least some information for his own purposes. :| No hard feelings.]