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ioduanlogs2019-03-03 08:11 pm
bestofthevein) wrote in ioduanlogs2019-03-03 08:11 pm
[OPEN] maybe this time I can be strong
Characters: Kit + you!
Date: the beginning of March
Location: one of the previously 'drowned' office buildings; the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: A dwarf’s ill-fated return to Konryu after a several month-long absence; he’s been changed by the experience.
Warnings/Rating: Just general bad headspace warnings here; Kit’s seen some shit and is a little messed up by it.
I. An abandoned office building in Malimo
Kit is a man intimately acquainted with death, having died twice previously, and knowing what he knows of death and dying is enough to make it clear to him that, wherever he was before, he was most definitely alive. Lying on the linoleum floor of an abandoned office building with the stomach-churning stink of sea water and dead fish still pungent in his nose, he’s left wondering whether dying a third time would have been a mercy.
There’s a deep, throbbing ache pulsing in his temples, and Kit bares his teeth in a grin and reaches up a hand to cover his eyes. It takes his limbs a moment to respond to his brain’s commands, but slowly, lumbering like a bronto, he pulls himself up to his feet with the aid of an office chair, then squints around himself, disoriented.
He’s lost and alone like this when you find him--whoever you are.
(OOC: Please only one thread response to this prompt! It doesn’t make sense for him to be discovered twice.)
II. The Dreaming Bridge
The Bridge is--different.
“You guys redecorated, huh?” This observation he makes to the attendant at the front desk, who gives him a tolerant sort of smile that suggests taking the time to explain literally everything that has happened since Kit was last in Aifaran is a step or ten above her paygrade. She gives him the key to his room and is kind enough to show him to it, and he thanks her, all lopsided smiles and good humour until her back his turned. Then the blank emptiness returns to his dark eyes, and the thoughts that follow in their wake are grim and upsetting, and feel as though they should belong to someone else.
His legs lead him out of Breakwater Wing back to the common room, which seems somehow smaller and emptier than it was when he last set foot in the city--seven months ago? Had he only been gone that long?
At least no one moved the coffee machine; he trudges over to it and sets about making himself a cup in dead-eyed silence.
III. Wildcard!
(OOC: Got an idea? Lay it on me!)
Date: the beginning of March
Location: one of the previously 'drowned' office buildings; the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: A dwarf’s ill-fated return to Konryu after a several month-long absence; he’s been changed by the experience.
Warnings/Rating: Just general bad headspace warnings here; Kit’s seen some shit and is a little messed up by it.
I. An abandoned office building in Malimo
Kit is a man intimately acquainted with death, having died twice previously, and knowing what he knows of death and dying is enough to make it clear to him that, wherever he was before, he was most definitely alive. Lying on the linoleum floor of an abandoned office building with the stomach-churning stink of sea water and dead fish still pungent in his nose, he’s left wondering whether dying a third time would have been a mercy.
There’s a deep, throbbing ache pulsing in his temples, and Kit bares his teeth in a grin and reaches up a hand to cover his eyes. It takes his limbs a moment to respond to his brain’s commands, but slowly, lumbering like a bronto, he pulls himself up to his feet with the aid of an office chair, then squints around himself, disoriented.
He’s lost and alone like this when you find him--whoever you are.
(OOC: Please only one thread response to this prompt! It doesn’t make sense for him to be discovered twice.)
II. The Dreaming Bridge
The Bridge is--different.
“You guys redecorated, huh?” This observation he makes to the attendant at the front desk, who gives him a tolerant sort of smile that suggests taking the time to explain literally everything that has happened since Kit was last in Aifaran is a step or ten above her paygrade. She gives him the key to his room and is kind enough to show him to it, and he thanks her, all lopsided smiles and good humour until her back his turned. Then the blank emptiness returns to his dark eyes, and the thoughts that follow in their wake are grim and upsetting, and feel as though they should belong to someone else.
His legs lead him out of Breakwater Wing back to the common room, which seems somehow smaller and emptier than it was when he last set foot in the city--seven months ago? Had he only been gone that long?
At least no one moved the coffee machine; he trudges over to it and sets about making himself a cup in dead-eyed silence.
III. Wildcard!
(OOC: Got an idea? Lay it on me!)
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He keeps his attention on his coffee for an inordinately long period of time before at last picking it up between two callused hands and taking a few slow steps over to the table. If the kid is willing to chat with him, she's probably not adverse to some company, either.
(And he really, really doesn't want to be alone right now--)
"I was here, um. Last year--" time, and the amount that he's lost (or is it gained?) sits strangely in his head still, "--for about eight months. Then I--left. Now I'm back again."
A pause, and then, "I'm Kit."
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Nita lets out a long breath.
"That's gotta suck."
And then she almost forgets to inhale again when he says his name. Almost.
Oh, Kit- She can feel her partner's not being here more keenly when there's someone with his name - nickname, even - about. It's not this man's fault, though.
"Nita. I'm Nita."
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"So what's it like, where you're from?" A safer subject, he thinks, than discussing where he was before he arrived here. He's not even sure he can answer.
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"Depends how you come at it. From the perspective of most humans, the part of Earth I live on is quiet suburb near New York City. But in the greater scheme of things, well,"
She shrugs.
"I'm a wizard. When there isn't school - not a magic school - I'm usually on errantry, helping Life where I'm needed. And in that, I'm kept busy more often than not. It's good work, though. The kind that means something at the end of every day."
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"Well," he makes himself go on, latching onto the part of the conversation least likely to result in awkward silence, "it's good to have work like that waiting for you, whenever you get back from here." Good to have something to go back to at all.
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"So there's always the chance I'm on errantry here, though there's no way for me to check. Wouldn't be the first time," she says, none too wryly.