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hadriel_logs2016-06-22 07:41 pm
dedikated) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-06-22 07:41 pm
Entry tags:
( log four | closed | look at me, i've lost it )
Who: One (1) impulsive idiot (dedikated), and three (3) rightfully frustrated Guard members (hotspurred mismanagement synthedick)
What: Explanations and consequences of really fucking stupid decisions.
Where: The Guardpost.
When: 22nd, after this
Warnings: Lots of talking about the worsening of Silent Hadriel, mentions of tragic backstories probably, classic Nico TL;DR definitely.
[ it would be easier to just hide, to not have sent that text in the first place and avoid the entire discussion she's about to have. as a plan, it is incredibly tempting to just turn around and return to the building she's been using to recover from the exhaustion that hit far too hard and violently after the enchantment worked and everything got so much worse.
but this place isn't like home, where fucking up meant a quick bout of Alicia's mind control to stave things off and running to other countries to try and attack the problem from another angle. she's completely stuck here, with nothing but the whim of a phenomenon no one can control or understand as her only option to escape. so Kate grits her teeth and continues walking down the street - walking, not sprinting, on the street instead of rooftops because her body is still feeling the effects of overwork and when she ran the knife she enchanted to demonstrate her power to Hakkai over her arm the red was so dark it may as well have been black.
total power outage. she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to.
she's nearly there, the armoury visible just down the road and the guards weren't too far from that. Kate inhales, rakes her fingers through her hair as it curtains loosely around her, and squares her shoulders. this is hardly the first fuck up interrogation in her life, and for once it's one she feels is rightfully deserved. she may as well face it head on, rather than shrink into her own guilt, may as well act her age for once, right?
she knocks on the door of the building and forces her arms at her sides, tries to forget about the fact that there are probably bags under her eyes and she probably looks worse than she did back when the fog first rolled in. no folded arms. no shrinking into herself. this won't set anything right, but she has to at least explain. she owes the guard that much, at least. ]
dedikated), and three (3) rightfully frustrated Guard members (hotspurred mismanagement synthedick)What: Explanations and consequences of really fucking stupid decisions.
Where: The Guardpost.
When: 22nd, after this
Warnings: Lots of talking about the worsening of Silent Hadriel, mentions of tragic backstories probably, classic Nico TL;DR definitely.
[ it would be easier to just hide, to not have sent that text in the first place and avoid the entire discussion she's about to have. as a plan, it is incredibly tempting to just turn around and return to the building she's been using to recover from the exhaustion that hit far too hard and violently after the enchantment worked and everything got so much worse.
but this place isn't like home, where fucking up meant a quick bout of Alicia's mind control to stave things off and running to other countries to try and attack the problem from another angle. she's completely stuck here, with nothing but the whim of a phenomenon no one can control or understand as her only option to escape. so Kate grits her teeth and continues walking down the street - walking, not sprinting, on the street instead of rooftops because her body is still feeling the effects of overwork and when she ran the knife she enchanted to demonstrate her power to Hakkai over her arm the red was so dark it may as well have been black.
total power outage. she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to.
she's nearly there, the armoury visible just down the road and the guards weren't too far from that. Kate inhales, rakes her fingers through her hair as it curtains loosely around her, and squares her shoulders. this is hardly the first fuck up interrogation in her life, and for once it's one she feels is rightfully deserved. she may as well face it head on, rather than shrink into her own guilt, may as well act her age for once, right?
she knocks on the door of the building and forces her arms at her sides, tries to forget about the fact that there are probably bags under her eyes and she probably looks worse than she did back when the fog first rolled in. no folded arms. no shrinking into herself. this won't set anything right, but she has to at least explain. she owes the guard that much, at least. ]