Post by shio mora on May 3, 2016 4:58:35 GMT
It had been a busy few weeks for Shio, a very...difficult time. Things were moving too quickly, and yet nothing was happening. There hadn't been an officially designated date yet, but the sword was lowering, at a pace that was distressing for Shio. There was no hiding from it, no way around it: Shio Mora's lifespan was on the verge of being abruptly cut short. Even when he stopped to think about it, it was hard to tell exactly where he had gone wrong, exactly where things had screwed up. He just knew that somehow, he had fucked everything up, and he was going to have to put forth a hell of effort to pick the pieces back up. Not for the first time, he contemplated how much easier it would be to just give up, and slit his own throat. And yet Lethia nettled at the very notion.
And so here he was, pacing slow circles around the barracks, trying his best to stay out of anyone's way. Not to make waves, not to meet anyone's gaze or gather their attention. The sense of the barracks had grown...stifling lately, as if the entire place was turning into a catacomb. In a manner of speaking, it was: It had become his final resting place, well before he had shuffled off of the mortal coil. This was the place that Shio would never escape, the suffocating folds of inadequacy and complacency, dragging him down until his corpse was trodden over by the countless incompetents that would sully this fine establishment with their-
What the fuck was he thinking? Why did his mind keep turning towards these morbid, wretched feelings lately? Why did he have to keep blaming his comrades for the situation he had found himself in? This was his fault, and no one else's. He clenched his fists, his pulse pounding in his ears and his lip curling up in disgust as he tried everything he could to swallow these wretched thoughts, to stop pushing the blame around. It was all on him, no matter what excuses he made. There could be no good result from dragging the rest of the world in, to place the burden for his inadequacies on their shoulders.
All at once, his senses seemed to catch on that something was wrong. The barracks was quiet. Not merely silent, but -quiet-; a sort of active, hungry silence. It was the kind of silence one only got if people were trying very hard to make no noise. He exhaled slowly, trying to keep his breathing even, to let himself fall into the familiar rhythm of sensing reaitsu. At first, everything seemed...normal. Nothing stood out. But it hit him, after perhaps five or six seconds of silent contemplation. There was a void nearby. A place of nothing, a spot that gave off...nothing at all. Like someone had just carved out a portion of his mind's eye. And there was only one explanation for that.
Someone was here, trying not to be found. Shio shook his head slowly, and smiled to himself, before speaking in a soft, calming tone.
"If I asked whether you were friend or foe, would you actually answer 'foe'? I never understood why people bothered with the question, in a moment like this."
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And so here he was, pacing slow circles around the barracks, trying his best to stay out of anyone's way. Not to make waves, not to meet anyone's gaze or gather their attention. The sense of the barracks had grown...stifling lately, as if the entire place was turning into a catacomb. In a manner of speaking, it was: It had become his final resting place, well before he had shuffled off of the mortal coil. This was the place that Shio would never escape, the suffocating folds of inadequacy and complacency, dragging him down until his corpse was trodden over by the countless incompetents that would sully this fine establishment with their-
What the fuck was he thinking? Why did his mind keep turning towards these morbid, wretched feelings lately? Why did he have to keep blaming his comrades for the situation he had found himself in? This was his fault, and no one else's. He clenched his fists, his pulse pounding in his ears and his lip curling up in disgust as he tried everything he could to swallow these wretched thoughts, to stop pushing the blame around. It was all on him, no matter what excuses he made. There could be no good result from dragging the rest of the world in, to place the burden for his inadequacies on their shoulders.
All at once, his senses seemed to catch on that something was wrong. The barracks was quiet. Not merely silent, but -quiet-; a sort of active, hungry silence. It was the kind of silence one only got if people were trying very hard to make no noise. He exhaled slowly, trying to keep his breathing even, to let himself fall into the familiar rhythm of sensing reaitsu. At first, everything seemed...normal. Nothing stood out. But it hit him, after perhaps five or six seconds of silent contemplation. There was a void nearby. A place of nothing, a spot that gave off...nothing at all. Like someone had just carved out a portion of his mind's eye. And there was only one explanation for that.
Someone was here, trying not to be found. Shio shook his head slowly, and smiled to himself, before speaking in a soft, calming tone.
"If I asked whether you were friend or foe, would you actually answer 'foe'? I never understood why people bothered with the question, in a moment like this."
