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bettathanthat) wrote2014-07-28 11:16 am
bettathanthat) wrote2014-07-28 11:16 am
Entry tags:
Memory 02
Memory: Significant Negative
Regained: Day 80, Swan maiden's game
They hurt my friend, my only and best friend.
Effects:
-wow fuck humans
-no really fuck humans
-they're dangerous and should be feared
-doesn't mean she isn't gonna taaalk to them per se
-just not trust them the way she did when she first arrived
-also her best friend is here!!
-i will never let him go never let him go (oo oo ooo)
-8D THERE'S THAT AT LEAST
Contents:
You are bouncing down familiar stone corridors, just down towards the waterway where you usually meet your friend after a day's work (or punishment, or whatever the strange masters of this place had in mind for you that day). You think it was a pretty mundane day: you caused no trouble during training and thus you were let off fairly early in comparison to usual. It was only reasonable, you distinctly feel, since you caused so much havoc the week before. And you smile at the memory.
The closer you get, however, you start to catch a whiff of alcohol getting stronger and stronger. Your pace quickens. You know that the guards in this place are rowdy on days where they're allowed to drink and you're scared of what you might find at your meeting place.
There's laughter when you finally arrive, a loud burst that burns your ears, and what you see is exactly what you were scared of. Your friend, the only light in this godforsaken place lying in a pool of blood on the floor, unmoving.
The guards turn to you and you freeze in fear. They're humans, dirty, violent and don't deserve to even touch your friend, never mind reduce him to this.
You feel fear, but also a great, burning rage.
Regained: Day 80, Swan maiden's game
They hurt my friend, my only and best friend.
Effects:
-wow fuck humans
-no really fuck humans
-they're dangerous and should be feared
-doesn't mean she isn't gonna taaalk to them per se
-just not trust them the way she did when she first arrived
-also her best friend is here!!
-i will never let him go never let him go (oo oo ooo)
-8D THERE'S THAT AT LEAST
Contents:
You are bouncing down familiar stone corridors, just down towards the waterway where you usually meet your friend after a day's work (or punishment, or whatever the strange masters of this place had in mind for you that day). You think it was a pretty mundane day: you caused no trouble during training and thus you were let off fairly early in comparison to usual. It was only reasonable, you distinctly feel, since you caused so much havoc the week before. And you smile at the memory.
The closer you get, however, you start to catch a whiff of alcohol getting stronger and stronger. Your pace quickens. You know that the guards in this place are rowdy on days where they're allowed to drink and you're scared of what you might find at your meeting place.
There's laughter when you finally arrive, a loud burst that burns your ears, and what you see is exactly what you were scared of. Your friend, the only light in this godforsaken place lying in a pool of blood on the floor, unmoving.
The guards turn to you and you freeze in fear. They're humans, dirty, violent and don't deserve to even touch your friend, never mind reduce him to this.
You feel fear, but also a great, burning rage.