The Summoner (
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towerofanimus2012-01-23 03:58 am
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Entry tags:
the storm finally found me
Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????
[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]
[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]
[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]
[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????
[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]
[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]
[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]
[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]
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Another troll.
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['Which one' is the first question that springs to her lips, but... yeah, she sees that dodge, there, Summoner. She does enough dodging herself to recognize it in someone else. She shuts her mouth again and it settles into a frown for a moment.]
... Do you need help?
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Uh... I think probably. I will be okay. I'm trying to, get to the infirmary...
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Oh-- of course. I can go with you...! [Because he says he'll be okay NOW, but what about in a few floors? Needs more backup, man.]
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U-uh... oh. Um, okay. If you... want to. [Guh, he'll never get used to these humans and their kindness. But okay, if she wants to be his back up, he really has no reason to object right now]
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[Firm nod! She is so okay with being his back up, he has no idea. There will be no faceplanting on her watch.] I do. [That's a pretty determined look, there.]
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[Faint heh...] Thank you...
[And with that... he is going to push off the wall and continue... trudging along ksjdf]
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You're welcome. [And she'll just keep pace with him, close by in case something possibly faceplant-inducing should occur.]
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[But... exhaustion is hard so maybe after the second flight of stairs, he leans rather suddenly and rather heavily against the wall, one hand gripping sort of uselessly for grab onto for balance. Uuuugh sudden dizziness nooooo this can't be good]
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[Naminé notices immediately because she was being careful to keep an eye on him at all times and she starts, surprised by the suddenness of the motion. Once she's had a second to recover, she edges closer, obviously ready to help him stay upright if he needs the assistance. Is she going to have to learn to catch collapsing trolls with gigantic horns and not get decked by said horns--]
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[sobs everything... hurts... lakjsdlkfjasdf He may have smacked his head against the wall once... just now... for good measure you know]
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Worrying is what she does.][...How is smacking one's head against the wall a good anything fdjgbdfkgjdf--] Are you okay--? [Well, she means 'okay to keep standing without assistance', not... you know, okay okay.]
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[Looks down at her and... smiles faintly. Eheh... he kind of forgot you were there for a second Namine, whoops]
Fine. A little, dizzy I guess.
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[She does her best to smile just because he does, but her eyes are still worried. No big deal, it's not like she's never been forgotten before or anything.]
Do you need to rest?
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Probably... But uh, I'm not... there yet. [He's just... so tired aughlskjdf]
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You're sure? [She will hold him up if necessary--]
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Pretty sure. Unless... we are, here. And I am just uh... more confused. Then I thought.
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We're not. [Which means he's at least not hallucinating, so that is a good thing?!] You're not confused. It's still a few more floors.
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[Rubs at his face, trying to wake up and focus. Right right. A little further... a little...]
How many. Is a few...?
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Um-- [... A few?] Not that many...! [Although 'not that many' is probably relative. This'll teach him to have fights on the higher floors?] Maybe-- two or three, I think.
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Alright. [...........] Alright, let's... go. [Gonna... slowly push himself off the wall and try to start walking again. It is even slower going then it was before, somehow]
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Okay...! [OH GOSH how could he possibly be even slower aaaaaa following somuch]
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[Faint... kind of a laugh... ish. She's so dedicated baww]
Thank you... again. You uh, do not really. Have to...
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[Yes, yes she is. :C]
... You're welcome. [THIS IS A FIRM 'YOU'RE WELCOME' aka 'yes I do, stop being silly'. Fortunately she doesn't actually look or sound judgemental when she regards him. Silly Summoner, trying not to inconvenience people is for Naminés.] Don't worry. I want to do it.
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You're very kind. All of you. [Humans and the like] It's, strange. I'm uh... not really, sure what to do. About it. [...welp. Apparently it's random honesty now. Exhaustion is a terrible thing]
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