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tushanshu_logs2016-10-03 05:46 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-10-03 05:46 pm
The Veil of My Dreams Deceived All I Have Seen
Characters: Valdis, open and some starters
Date: Month of October
Location: Around Keeliai
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: Sadness, blood and Specified in Starters
The surroundings were far too familiar. The feeling of the remnants, the old victorian atmosphere, the slight magical tingle of the sigils, hidden from sight as always. The old stairway down into the lobby, the chairs and furniture with their small carved names, courtesy of River. The front desk, currently empty but with Anton’s ledgers and the small ipad that still spoke in the tones of the Dead Men from their strange visit. The small spirit house hanging above the door. The soft scents from the kitchen, the sounds of the city from beyond the door and the souls that wandered the streets. It felt so good to be home. Home. A place she’d never thought she would find.
Only one thing was missing as she wandered back to Anton’s office, peering inside to find it empty. A knock on his bedroom door. No answer. Nor could she find him in the Kitchen, or the Dining hall. Confused, she went back into the lobby and to the main entrance to Central. The door opened and Anton walked through the door, carrying a bundle of groceries. His ever so slight smile that he always gave her, filled her with delight. She knew that he cared, she could feel it. So genuine and soft, another thing she never expected to encounter.
Then a large, dark shadow appeared in the doorway and with a flash of metal, all the memories fell apart. Her scream made no sound and quickly dissolved into sobs as she woke in pain. She was up and managed to turn just in time for the blood to rise in her throat. She couldn’t hold it back. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. More than any other night.
The recovery was far too slow and the early light streamed through the window when she finally possessed the strength to rise. She retrieved the cleaning supplies from the closet where she had hidden them, grabbed a towel and proceeded to clean up the mess she had made. Then she stripped the sheets from the bed, mostly clean but for a few splatters, and gathered them all to be washed at the Healer’s Guild, where discretion had served her well so far.
But this had to end.
Date: Month of October
Location: Around Keeliai
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: Sadness, blood and Specified in Starters
The surroundings were far too familiar. The feeling of the remnants, the old victorian atmosphere, the slight magical tingle of the sigils, hidden from sight as always. The old stairway down into the lobby, the chairs and furniture with their small carved names, courtesy of River. The front desk, currently empty but with Anton’s ledgers and the small ipad that still spoke in the tones of the Dead Men from their strange visit. The small spirit house hanging above the door. The soft scents from the kitchen, the sounds of the city from beyond the door and the souls that wandered the streets. It felt so good to be home. Home. A place she’d never thought she would find.
Only one thing was missing as she wandered back to Anton’s office, peering inside to find it empty. A knock on his bedroom door. No answer. Nor could she find him in the Kitchen, or the Dining hall. Confused, she went back into the lobby and to the main entrance to Central. The door opened and Anton walked through the door, carrying a bundle of groceries. His ever so slight smile that he always gave her, filled her with delight. She knew that he cared, she could feel it. So genuine and soft, another thing she never expected to encounter.
Then a large, dark shadow appeared in the doorway and with a flash of metal, all the memories fell apart. Her scream made no sound and quickly dissolved into sobs as she woke in pain. She was up and managed to turn just in time for the blood to rise in her throat. She couldn’t hold it back. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. More than any other night.
The recovery was far too slow and the early light streamed through the window when she finally possessed the strength to rise. She retrieved the cleaning supplies from the closet where she had hidden them, grabbed a towel and proceeded to clean up the mess she had made. Then she stripped the sheets from the bed, mostly clean but for a few splatters, and gathered them all to be washed at the Healer’s Guild, where discretion had served her well so far.
But this had to end.