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overjoyed_logs2017-03-15 11:01 pm
servitor) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-03-15 11:01 pm
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[open] To die, to sleep
Who: Nyx Ulric and you
Where: Westerley
When: W8D5
Summary: We all dream of things
Restrictions/Warnings: Kingsglaive. Violence, fighting, blood, death, fire, racism, xenophobia, it's all so much fun.
[Acclimation tests. Stress tests. Tests, tests, tests, test.
He wasn't sure how much he could withstand, if he was honest. Nyx had been through so much already, could he push just a little more, just a little further?
I have to, he thought a thousand times. Not acting had been the true test. How could he stand by and do nothing, impart such harsh punishments when it goes undeserved?
When does it stop being loyalty? When does it simply become following blindly, without questioning?
Nyx didn't want to think about the acclimation tests, and Sui Feng's methods. He could agree to disagree, but these were people with a point, many of them innocent.
He only took on the stress tests to distract himself, and it wasn't enough.
The Fury was improving. He took some comfort in that. He wasn't in a focused enough state to man the bar, though. Instead, he takes to another hole in the wall, somewhere to drink to lose focus. Tomorrow would be there. The edge just needs to be dulled for a little while tonight.
3 shots in, he's starting to feel a bit of a buzz. 2 beers more, the anxiety's wearing off.
A little more?
You might just trip into him, and into a haze of visions.
And if you decide to be the sober adult of the situation and take his ass somewhere to sleep it off, you'll get to experience it all too.]
Where: Westerley
When: W8D5
Summary: We all dream of things
Restrictions/Warnings: Kingsglaive. Violence, fighting, blood, death, fire, racism, xenophobia, it's all so much fun.
[Acclimation tests. Stress tests. Tests, tests, tests, test.
He wasn't sure how much he could withstand, if he was honest. Nyx had been through so much already, could he push just a little more, just a little further?
I have to, he thought a thousand times. Not acting had been the true test. How could he stand by and do nothing, impart such harsh punishments when it goes undeserved?
When does it stop being loyalty? When does it simply become following blindly, without questioning?
Nyx didn't want to think about the acclimation tests, and Sui Feng's methods. He could agree to disagree, but these were people with a point, many of them innocent.
He only took on the stress tests to distract himself, and it wasn't enough.
The Fury was improving. He took some comfort in that. He wasn't in a focused enough state to man the bar, though. Instead, he takes to another hole in the wall, somewhere to drink to lose focus. Tomorrow would be there. The edge just needs to be dulled for a little while tonight.
3 shots in, he's starting to feel a bit of a buzz. 2 beers more, the anxiety's wearing off.
A little more?
You might just trip into him, and into a haze of visions.
And if you decide to be the sober adult of the situation and take his ass somewhere to sleep it off, you'll get to experience it all too.]
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Knocked out cold and vulnerable to any thefts or wet willies or waking up with their fingers in each other's noses. Will there be a prize at the end of this ride, by the way?]
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Hey.
[He squats, trying to rouse the man, maybe get him moving? Something? Better than just in the way?]
Damn.
[Is this an attempt to try and move the other out of the way? That is definitely an attempt right there. There's something that keeps catching his eye, though, some kind of blue-green something he's choosing to ignore in favor of carrying this guy's weight.]
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when Badou's eye finally flutters open, the first thing he sees is blue
ba da dee ba de da]...--hell?
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[At least Nyx never loses his sass.]
You alright there?
[The ground beneath them isn't concrete, not anymore. In the blue haze, the world isn't quite right anymore.
The ground is now compacted dirt, dry and yellow as it is, covered in sharp pebbles and splatters of black daemon blood. The moon overhead, for now, is their only source of light. The Glaive couldn't risk revealing their position, not when the Empire's been hot on their heels.]
Can't go losing you out here, not at this time of night.
[It's always worse at night.]
i screamed jsyk
A little quicker than he normally would he springs into a sitting position before he stands, eye taking in-- all this. Finally:]
Why, is it the witching hour? Don't even know if it's morning.
[there's an urgency he feels in his limbs, breath a little quicker in his lungs]
good.
[Nyx's uniform could almost blend into the night, were it not for the silver glints of metal on his hood, the metal band on his arm, and the detail work on his boots.]
It might be closer to morning by now. We still need to move, we don't know how far the Nifs are from here at this point.
[They could get intel all day and all night, and still, maybe, they could get ambushed by the magitek military, not to mention the daemons. The Kingsglaive is short on numbers. They couldn't afford to keep losing more good men and women.]
You're not hurt, are you?
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[a slow once-over of his person confirms this, hands patting his knees. A blast of a sigh.]
I need a damn cigarette.
[don't mind him Animatedly searching his pockets for a cigg by the way, he's Focused, don't worry]
Hope you know of a Tree City or whatever to hold up in until....?
[this Mist of blue ends, until fuckall breaks loose]
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[Nyx's expression is clearly puzzled. That's a new one.]
We're out by the old fortress, we should be safe enough there. No cigarettes, though.
[He does offer a bit of an apologetic brow furrow. Drautos would probably kill them if they smoked on duty.
A scratching of claws, a beating of wings, somewhere not too far off.]
The daemons are coming. We don't wanna get caught in the ambush, so let's go.
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[yeah that's not the rhythmic sound of a dungeons and dragons game, this is serious.]
Fine, lead the way. Better not get an axe anywhere sensitive while you're in charge.
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Nyx huffs a laugh as he reaches for his kukris, one on his back, one on his thigh. He's not risking anything sensitive either, he likes those bits and pieces staying around.]
We'll get there faster my way. Hold this.
[More like he's shoving one of the kukri into Badou's hands as he readies to throw the other.]
You're not the queasy kind, are you?
[Because he already hears too much from Libertus about warping on a near daily basis, if not at least three times a day.]
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[just looks down at this Weapon, holds it awkwardly in one hand and peers around them while he thinks about this answer]
Only around blood, good of you to ask this now in the middle of this shit.
[seriously what kind of answer is-- oh he's got his guns, doesn't he HAHA WHOOPS what a great time to remember this. Unstrapping one from his waist, he readies it in his other hand]
Won't matter if we're bowled over.
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[Glaives don't go down easy, not now, not ever. Takes a lot of Nif power to take out just one of their kind.]
Especially not now.
[Hope he can deal with weirdness because when Nyx throws the knife clean across the open area, and it's a damn far throw too, they turn to glass, ash, embers, smoke, fire...
Gone in a flash, an instant of being whole, and not whole, shards of a person, reforming at the location of the kukri. They reform in a same flash, errant pieces of themselves reattaching like flyaway flames finding their way back to a log.]
You alright there?
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[since Badou comes out screaming it means he's fine, he'll live. He may be sitting heavily on his ass, leaning on his arms there to prop him up but he's alright. wide eyed and shaking a little]
Guess I didn't need the last smoke or human shield after all.
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Warping. We're in the Glaive, we know how to warp. Takes us places real fast and then some.
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I'll keep that in mind next time I wanna projectile vomit. Can you decide where to warp or is it by chance or a certain distance...? [sick as he is, he can at least ask]
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[Said fondly, but still. Weak stomachs, all of you.]
As far as I can throw my weapons, that's how far we can warp. Well, if you're holding on to it, of course.
[But he knows there's a limit to his powers. It's nothing compared to the king's powers.]
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[look not everyone can have a stomach of steel
it means hes got a good handle of...tp??]
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[They're within sight of the broken and crumbling fortress, a building that looks aged and weathered thanks to the relentless attacks from the Nifs.]
You'll have to stay with us while we find you a convoy back at least to the city. You can't stay out here.
[Why? Nyx isn't keen on giving up those details. The war is too far to think about for anyone from inside the city walls. He couldn't risk letting out details either. Nyx had to practice caution when it came to his duties.]
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Roll out the welcome mat and bring on the grub.
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[But he was always hungry on duty, especially beyond the wall. With all they do, all the time, it's no surprise he could eat five behemoths in a sitting.]
How'd you manage to get so far out here alone?
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Out here? Funny story...I've no idea.
[worse, he should be more worried but]