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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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[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]