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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"Even if all the odds do be against us, fighting for what we believe in do be one of the few things that do be making us different from monsters and sheep."
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That's definitely something he can get behind, and he nods as she says the words. People who act, who do, who learn and improve, versus those who simply wait for things to be handed to them, who only learn what is spoon-fed to them by others after the fact. "The question is, how many sheep are there for shepherds in this place? Have many fallen to complacency, or does fighting spirit still exist?"
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It could all be in the approach, he surmised, though he pushed that thought aside for the time being. A half-formed idea, nothing more.
"I suppose, though, that it does get difficult the longer one spends here. Perhaps this place feeds off of hope, sucking it away from those who come until nothing is left but a dull, complacent husk that was once a vibrant person."
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It's a large assumption, but given that he'd received something of his own, such a folder is a bit out of place.
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She looked down at the folder sadly.
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He hadn't thought his amnesia would be a blessing, but perhaps in that sense it was.
"However, that is of little comfort to anyone else. I take it that this contains rather unpleasant information." He waves a hand at the folder.
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"It do be nothing I could no have been guessing." She shrugged, "And it do no be mattering. They do all be being dead."
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It was a form of torture, and one that they had mastered to the greatest ability. "Everything here do be being designed to be making us give up and be being obedient to them, but we can no be letting them."
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She laughed, a little too sharply. "The monsters do be being real too."
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If that doesn't work, then he may just give up the explanation altogether.
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He is curious, but he's not certain pushing her for what may be potentially sensitive information is wise as it is their first time speaking.
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"I have no been having a lot of time to be thinking about it really." Not exactly true but she wasn't about to spill out all her thoughts on the matter, especially when they were still so muddled in her head.
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