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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[only right after she says it she kind of regrets it because isn't this how she ruined their last conversation???]
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Unless uh... the Condesce has, put you on duty. I think probably... it would be, okay to... stop being a, legislacerator for a second.
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[and here she is being pretty obviously genuine again.]
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A normal, person...?
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[this is important to her okay]
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[WOW THIS HITS UNCOMFORTABLY CLOSE TO HOME SUDDENLY??? hhhhhh Redglare why. Voice suddenly softer]
Normal people can, have purpose...
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[it's not that she can't tell that this conversation is taking a turn for the serious, it's just that she legitimately thinks that the "everyone has an important job to do" propaganda is true.]
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You should uh... do what, makes you happy. Not what... you're told, to do.
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[the "as they should be" is implied.]
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[Little pause... Sigh] Also, probably. A highblood.
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[of course, she pretty much is a highblood in comparison to summoner. funny how that works out.]
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And uh... which of those, were you. Thinking didn't, apply to you...?
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I'm no highblood. Just, [she takes on an affected air, apparently mimicking someone else] another boring bureaucrat with middling blood and low potential.
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It, shouldn't matter. What anyone's, blood looks like. Everyone, should get a... chance to be, as lucky as, you.
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[SIR ARE YOU A FOLLOWER OF THE SUFFERER??? well that is just one more reason to look out for him she guesses.]
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Not, especially. They have uh... been around for, centuries, after all.
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[after all, in her time they've only been around for a few sweeps.]
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They are uh... centuries old, when I am, from. I guess, is what I should. Have said.
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I'm impressed, then, at the longevity of an idea that the majority would see stamped out.
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Oh?
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[Smiles very faintly. It's actually... a pretty bitter smile... hhh. Thinking about the revolution is not a thing he wants to do right now]
In my, experience
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[yeah that's right she's inviting you to your own interrogation.]
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[NUP. Not really gonna go anywhere a legislacerator has invited him actually!!! She's been pretty decent to him so far, but he's hardly going to just hand out his trust like that]
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