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removeimpurity) wrote2014-07-19 03:50 pm
removeimpurity) wrote2014-07-19 03:50 pm
First Autopsy [Action, Backdated to July 15th]
[Morning, Locked to Residents of House 44]
[The last things she had seen were her enemies.]
[Close, she had been so close; the powers of the Gods Above had coursed through her, filled her with that wonderful feeling of life unending. It was only a matter of keeping herself safe until the process had finished. But before she had the chance, the fighting had reached the keep, her men fell, one after the other, and her foes — among them, the deserter that had sabotaged so many of her efforts, the scarlet-armored general that had aided her, and the man she had once broken, turned into a tamed shell of a warrior — had broken into what she thought was her most secure of places.]
[Syre had given them no quarter — she felled just as many men as her hated enemies with so many flawless swipes of her blade — but when it came time to face the objects of her vengeance, it infuriated her that she could not so much as scrape a shaving from their armor. With her anger surging to unquenchable rage, and her mortal body bloodied and near its limit, she drew upon the endless energies that she had gathered from beyond, and was about to strike them down at last... but the Gods Above had other ideas.]
[Her strength left her, seeming vanished in a breath; everything had grown cold, and the world seemed to be moving so very slowly.]
[And, with one last, rattling breath, the alchemist Syre Atries — the woman who had sought immortality for so much of her life — had died, and her body crumpled to the ground like a puppet cut from its strings.]
[She came to slowly, green eyes unfocused as they fluttered open. A light weight sat on her chest, pressing down ever-so-persistently, and, as she eased herself upward, a small book tumbled downward onto her lap.]
[She eyed it warily, noting that there was a sense of familiarity to it, as though she had seen it before, and, as a twinge of pain flared up along her back, a single word came to mind:]
[Luceti.]
[The thought filled her with equal parts of dread and relief. She had no desire to be caught here again, but considering what her fate was, back at 'home'... Perhaps the clutches of the Malnosso weren't so bad, in this case.]
[As she rose from the floor, she took note of the tiled floor and the pristine porcelain furnishings. It was someone's bathroom — but whose?]
[Afternoon, Various Other Places]
[After having spent the morning getting caught up on everything that's happened, the alchemist takes her leave of House 44. She wanders the enclosure, roaming from store to store in order to see what exactly has changed; those that knew her previously may notice that she looks a great deal older, with her hair flecked with strands of grey and her face haggard and wan.]
[As she takes note of those that look vaguely familiar, she does not approach anyone of her own accord; however, she will not object to people approaching her, should they wish to greet her. For now, she is simply trying to keep herself busy, and re-adjust to the strangeness of Luceti as a whole.]
[The last things she had seen were her enemies.]
[Close, she had been so close; the powers of the Gods Above had coursed through her, filled her with that wonderful feeling of life unending. It was only a matter of keeping herself safe until the process had finished. But before she had the chance, the fighting had reached the keep, her men fell, one after the other, and her foes — among them, the deserter that had sabotaged so many of her efforts, the scarlet-armored general that had aided her, and the man she had once broken, turned into a tamed shell of a warrior — had broken into what she thought was her most secure of places.]
[Syre had given them no quarter — she felled just as many men as her hated enemies with so many flawless swipes of her blade — but when it came time to face the objects of her vengeance, it infuriated her that she could not so much as scrape a shaving from their armor. With her anger surging to unquenchable rage, and her mortal body bloodied and near its limit, she drew upon the endless energies that she had gathered from beyond, and was about to strike them down at last... but the Gods Above had other ideas.]
[Her strength left her, seeming vanished in a breath; everything had grown cold, and the world seemed to be moving so very slowly.]
[And, with one last, rattling breath, the alchemist Syre Atries — the woman who had sought immortality for so much of her life — had died, and her body crumpled to the ground like a puppet cut from its strings.]
[She came to slowly, green eyes unfocused as they fluttered open. A light weight sat on her chest, pressing down ever-so-persistently, and, as she eased herself upward, a small book tumbled downward onto her lap.]
[She eyed it warily, noting that there was a sense of familiarity to it, as though she had seen it before, and, as a twinge of pain flared up along her back, a single word came to mind:]
[Luceti.]
[The thought filled her with equal parts of dread and relief. She had no desire to be caught here again, but considering what her fate was, back at 'home'... Perhaps the clutches of the Malnosso weren't so bad, in this case.]
[As she rose from the floor, she took note of the tiled floor and the pristine porcelain furnishings. It was someone's bathroom — but whose?]
[Afternoon, Various Other Places]
[After having spent the morning getting caught up on everything that's happened, the alchemist takes her leave of House 44. She wanders the enclosure, roaming from store to store in order to see what exactly has changed; those that knew her previously may notice that she looks a great deal older, with her hair flecked with strands of grey and her face haggard and wan.]
[As she takes note of those that look vaguely familiar, she does not approach anyone of her own accord; however, she will not object to people approaching her, should they wish to greet her. For now, she is simply trying to keep herself busy, and re-adjust to the strangeness of Luceti as a whole.]