Nesir Aeser (
culbutiri) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-10-05 10:22 am
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Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen
Characters: Nesir Aeser, you
Setting: Floor sixty two (beach), floor seventy two (door maze)
Format: Either
Summary: It's Nesir's birthday, she decides she should actually get round to reading her regain, and then sets herself a challenge
Warnings: Maybe talk of assassins/murder/last event. Nesir is generally not a nice person though she is not actively murderous at the moment...
[Beach] Nesir was quite surprised when she saw the date, though she knew it was coming up. In a few days she would have been in this place for an entire year and today she as sixteen. Nesir's birthday had never been celebrated and she wasn't about to start doing so in this fake place but she noted that she was a year older and that in her world she would have been considered an adult today. Ready to be apprenticed or to go out and find work, if she hadn't been a temple acolyte, if she hadn't been a dark trained assassin who had been training and working since she could walk.
The last few days she had spent training, working out her anger and frustration of being stuck in a room with Sephiroth for a week, of the hallucinations and the hunger. It helped that they ahad decent food, even if it was all pumpkin flavoured, which reminded her of her first month here, a year ago. She failed to see why in a world where everything was an illusion they had to eat pumpkin, surely there were other foods they could pretend to give them.
As it was the 'reward' she had been given had been thrown into her trunk and ignored for the last few days. Because as curious as she was, she at least knew when she was too angry to deal with more things. But today was as good as any day.
She liked the beach floor, because as little as she had actually spent time on the seafront as a child the sound of the sea reminded her of home, so she sat on the sand, cloak drawn around her and took out the folder. As expected it didn't have that many answers, the first few entries were almost medical, her and her sisters birth was recorded; they had been early it seemed and no one had expected there to be two of them.
Anyone on the beach floor would see Nesir lost in her reading, a half angry, half confused, sad look on her face.
[Maze] It was always good to be challenged, and Nesir needed something to focus on. For once she didn't feel like killing things, though she would, if need be. Her daggers were ready. She hadn't tackled this maze before but she set off, determined to solve it.
A decision she was beginning to regret a few hours later when she opened yet another door, to more doors, helplessly lost.
Setting: Floor sixty two (beach), floor seventy two (door maze)
Format: Either
Summary: It's Nesir's birthday, she decides she should actually get round to reading her regain, and then sets herself a challenge
Warnings: Maybe talk of assassins/murder/last event. Nesir is generally not a nice person though she is not actively murderous at the moment...
[Beach] Nesir was quite surprised when she saw the date, though she knew it was coming up. In a few days she would have been in this place for an entire year and today she as sixteen. Nesir's birthday had never been celebrated and she wasn't about to start doing so in this fake place but she noted that she was a year older and that in her world she would have been considered an adult today. Ready to be apprenticed or to go out and find work, if she hadn't been a temple acolyte, if she hadn't been a dark trained assassin who had been training and working since she could walk.
The last few days she had spent training, working out her anger and frustration of being stuck in a room with Sephiroth for a week, of the hallucinations and the hunger. It helped that they ahad decent food, even if it was all pumpkin flavoured, which reminded her of her first month here, a year ago. She failed to see why in a world where everything was an illusion they had to eat pumpkin, surely there were other foods they could pretend to give them.
As it was the 'reward' she had been given had been thrown into her trunk and ignored for the last few days. Because as curious as she was, she at least knew when she was too angry to deal with more things. But today was as good as any day.
She liked the beach floor, because as little as she had actually spent time on the seafront as a child the sound of the sea reminded her of home, so she sat on the sand, cloak drawn around her and took out the folder. As expected it didn't have that many answers, the first few entries were almost medical, her and her sisters birth was recorded; they had been early it seemed and no one had expected there to be two of them.
Anyone on the beach floor would see Nesir lost in her reading, a half angry, half confused, sad look on her face.
[Maze] It was always good to be challenged, and Nesir needed something to focus on. For once she didn't feel like killing things, though she would, if need be. Her daggers were ready. She hadn't tackled this maze before but she set off, determined to solve it.
A decision she was beginning to regret a few hours later when she opened yet another door, to more doors, helplessly lost.

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So we arrived during the same month? Hn. [ Hidetoshi blinks and looks out at the not-real sea washing against the beach, then back at Nesir. ]
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[ That comment makes him think of what he'd planning to do with this year, had the end of the world not occurred. He would be finishing his last year of high school, hopefully by then having earned a decent amount of money from finding a job to pay his father's bail. Applying to a prestigious college, to earn his teaching degree.
... Thinking about what actually happened instead was odd. ]
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Alright. [ He blinked. Some people didn't make a big deal out of their birthdays, himself included. He could see why she wouldn't care for it. But no presents? Well, materials were terribly scarce on the ground. ]
At sixteen? In my world, you would merely be eligible to earn your driver's license. [ He remarked, before offering a thin smile to her. ] Still, entry into adulthood in any culture is a noteworthy event.
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[ The teenager furrows his eyebrows. So they had to be proficient at their role before being considered adults. ] I see. That makes sense.
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He rubs his chin. ] Around, hmm... Eighty and longer, in my country. Your sixties's the rough worldwide average, if I'm remembering correctly.
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[ Also: ] I believe there are normal people who have lived into their hundreds at the best, in my world.
[ ..... Unless they were secretly Persona-users or something. ]
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Even if they have potential, they still might never actually awaken it at all, or whose who manage to realize their power can often go under the radar. Or mistake it for something else altogether. Plus, I've learned there are a few organizations who keep everything under wraps.
... Anyway. It's not something the public would view as credible. Believing in magic? In this day and age? Please.
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stop confusing her with your post enlightenment babble
no you can't stop him it's not babble!
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