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ᴡᴏʟғ ᴋɪɴɢ. ([personal profile] servitor) wrote in [community profile] 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.]

brokeassgoing: (Default)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-18 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[he's definitely not the Good Samaritan type to get him home or anything. Let's start out with that. He is privy to Nyx's attempt to leave, though, which leaves them both a lot like those bodies found outside-- thankfully (????) they remain just in the doorway to the bar.

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?]
brokeassgoing: (this bitch ass face)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[he makes a tiny noise while he's being roused but it's going to be a minute, sorry--

when Badou's eye finally flutters open, the first thing he sees is blue ba da dee ba de da]

brokeassgoing: (snooty)

i screamed jsyk

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-19 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[yeah he's getting the feeling this isn't a wonderful waterbed to lull him back to sleep and away from this creepy situation. There're rocks in his hair. Awesome.

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]
brokeassgoing: (pic#9511199)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-19 04:25 am (UTC)(link), I'm fine.

[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]
brokeassgoing: (is this a goddamn pout)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-21 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
I betcha I have one somewhere-- ah, fuck.

[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.
brokeassgoing: (realization)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-22 04:24 am (UTC)(link)

[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.
brokeassgoing: (straight through the eye)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-27 12:36 am (UTC)(link)

[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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[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-03-31 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[groaning, he takes Nyx's hand and stumbles to his feet]

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]
brokeassgoing: (can you not)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-04-01 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
So you do a lotta weight training, makes sense.

[look not everyone can have a stomach of steel

it means hes got a good handle]

brokeassgoing: (maybe not)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-04-02 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[doesn't have to tell Badou twice-- while they may not be in hearing range of their foes from before, the redhead can imagine they wouldn't be happy to lose them as prey.]

Roll out the welcome mat and bring on the grub.
brokeassgoing: (please nooo)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-04-09 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[trying not to piss yourself brings about a huge appetite]

Out here? Funny story...I've no idea.

[worse, he should be more worried but]