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removeimpurity) wrote2013-03-13 07:54 pm
removeimpurity) wrote2013-03-13 07:54 pm
Tenth Incision [Action, Voice; Backdated to the 10th]
[March 10th]
[Syre's return to the village on the 10th is rather anti-climactic. Though she seethes with anger, none of it is related to the cage in which she finds herself again -- the Malnosso are not the source of her ire, not this time.]
[Her fury, in this case, is directed toward a different set of foes, soldiers and commanders a long, long way from here, whose swords have cut down all but the most loyal of her forces...]
[As the haze of hatred and anger clears from her conscious mind, jade eyes glance idly around what she realizes is her apartment. Her books are exactly as she had left them, with the most recent pages laid open and unfinished.]
[The first thing she does is collect all of her research and pack her bag, and then she gets moving, despite the lateness. Her destination is the Battle Dome -- a place where she can run as many experiments, as many tests, as she needs to get the data she requires. After all, this work of hers needs finishing -- especially if she can use it when she returns to Selles...]
[March 11th to March 14th]
[Loathe though she is to admit, Syre still has base needs to attend to.]
[Every once in a while, the alchemist can be seen flitting out of the Battle Dome, whether to grab a quick meal at the restaurants or to replenish supplies at the Item Shops.]
[Those that encounter her on these errands will notice that she's decidedly less friendly, and that her actions are quicker and more to the point than before; she's in no mood to make idle small talk, and in even less of a mood to stay out of the Dome for very long...]
[March 15th]
[It is somewhere about 7pm when a thought crosses Syre's mind.]
[Simulations are not enough. Simulations are predictable, and predictability leads to inaccurate results.]
[She ends the last of her simulations, and sets her things aside. In her mind, the only way to remedy this issue is to use live subjects.]
[Well, perhaps she can head out, explore the village, and perhaps find some... willing participants for her use...]
[March 17th, Early Morning]
[The journal begins broadcasting at what would normally be an hour entirely too early for Syre.]
[What is most noticeable in this is that the Ecliptian isn't calm, isn't cheery, isn't angry...]
[...but is crying. Half-choked sobs filter over the audio stream, and the older woman seems not to notice that the whole of the enclosure can hear her now.]
Gods... Gods Above, what will I become? What madness awaits me on that battlefield?
[The memories of her future are all but foggy remnants now, but what Syre remembers -- and the fresher memories of what she's done -- haunts her like a specter.]
[She doesn't believe that she could be possible of such atrocities... but she is. She is, and she was so easily willing to justify them...]
[Her sobbing begins again in earnest, much louder this time. It doesn't seem like she'll be stopping any time soon...]
((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))
[Syre's return to the village on the 10th is rather anti-climactic. Though she seethes with anger, none of it is related to the cage in which she finds herself again -- the Malnosso are not the source of her ire, not this time.]
[Her fury, in this case, is directed toward a different set of foes, soldiers and commanders a long, long way from here, whose swords have cut down all but the most loyal of her forces...]
[As the haze of hatred and anger clears from her conscious mind, jade eyes glance idly around what she realizes is her apartment. Her books are exactly as she had left them, with the most recent pages laid open and unfinished.]
[The first thing she does is collect all of her research and pack her bag, and then she gets moving, despite the lateness. Her destination is the Battle Dome -- a place where she can run as many experiments, as many tests, as she needs to get the data she requires. After all, this work of hers needs finishing -- especially if she can use it when she returns to Selles...]
[March 11th to March 14th]
[Loathe though she is to admit, Syre still has base needs to attend to.]
[Every once in a while, the alchemist can be seen flitting out of the Battle Dome, whether to grab a quick meal at the restaurants or to replenish supplies at the Item Shops.]
[Those that encounter her on these errands will notice that she's decidedly less friendly, and that her actions are quicker and more to the point than before; she's in no mood to make idle small talk, and in even less of a mood to stay out of the Dome for very long...]
[March 15th]
[It is somewhere about 7pm when a thought crosses Syre's mind.]
[Simulations are not enough. Simulations are predictable, and predictability leads to inaccurate results.]
[She ends the last of her simulations, and sets her things aside. In her mind, the only way to remedy this issue is to use live subjects.]
[Well, perhaps she can head out, explore the village, and perhaps find some... willing participants for her use...]
[March 17th, Early Morning]
[The journal begins broadcasting at what would normally be an hour entirely too early for Syre.]
[What is most noticeable in this is that the Ecliptian isn't calm, isn't cheery, isn't angry...]
[...but is crying. Half-choked sobs filter over the audio stream, and the older woman seems not to notice that the whole of the enclosure can hear her now.]
Gods... Gods Above, what will I become? What madness awaits me on that battlefield?
[The memories of her future are all but foggy remnants now, but what Syre remembers -- and the fresher memories of what she's done -- haunts her like a specter.]
[She doesn't believe that she could be possible of such atrocities... but she is. She is, and she was so easily willing to justify them...]
[Her sobbing begins again in earnest, much louder this time. It doesn't seem like she'll be stopping any time soon...]
((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))