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exsiliumlogs2012-03-12 11:23 am
theguideless) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-03-12 11:23 am
something has to make sense soon [OPEN]
Date & Time: 3/12, most of the afternoon and into the evening
Location: Throughout the Hold
Characters: Martin and you!!
Summary: Hermit mode disengaged
Warnings: 800 apologies for no reason
Hiding was no good. It was weak, cowardly, and only wasted time. He had no time to waste, and yet there he was, curled up in a strange bed in a strange room in a strange world where the only thing that really made sense was nothing making sense. Dead people and dragons and magic and...and so many things were just so wrong, wrong, wrong. All the advice and training in the Darkov world wasn't enough to prepare Martin for how to handle.
How long has it even been...? There were no calendars to consult. He'd lost track of time out in the wilderness, for sure. Everything was off-kilter; he was even sleeping through the night, which was absurd. What kind of monster hunter slept through the key hours? Useless, useless.
At least he'd ventured outside earlier? Or...or maybe that was already a while ago. He forgot. But the chip nonsense was taken care of, certainly. Unless he imagined it. Maybe it was pretend? I don't know.
Apparently, though, the danger had passed. The immediate danger, anyhow. People were no longer advised to stay hidden, in any case; Martin ought to have gotten out, started looking again...but he didn't. He stayed where he was, in bed, staring at a blank wall thoughtlessly until he became too hungry to even sleep. That was a Monday, but he didn't know. All he knew is he'd been doing nothing but waste time and helped nobody. He felt awful.
After rummaging through what food was in the room for three and munching a little, he left the apartment, blinking blearily into daylight he was just not used to. Olvoski's sun was smaller, distant and cold by comparison, where this world's was warmer, but no more unkind. It made him wish it was dark already, even if the night was for terrible things. I'm terrible, too.
The first time he had made rounds about the Hold had been a near-blind panic; he remembered little and less. This time, he walked and looked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The buildings were so odd, and there were traces of smells he just couldn't identify if his life depended on it. Maybe it did? He still didn't know why he was here. It was a big mistake, and he had to leave...The thought quickened his steps and widened his eyes, searching for something that would give him the clear way out. Anything. From the vast training area to the markets, there had to be something...
Location: Throughout the Hold
Characters: Martin and you!!
Summary: Hermit mode disengaged
Warnings: 800 apologies for no reason
Hiding was no good. It was weak, cowardly, and only wasted time. He had no time to waste, and yet there he was, curled up in a strange bed in a strange room in a strange world where the only thing that really made sense was nothing making sense. Dead people and dragons and magic and...and so many things were just so wrong, wrong, wrong. All the advice and training in the Darkov world wasn't enough to prepare Martin for how to handle.
How long has it even been...? There were no calendars to consult. He'd lost track of time out in the wilderness, for sure. Everything was off-kilter; he was even sleeping through the night, which was absurd. What kind of monster hunter slept through the key hours? Useless, useless.
At least he'd ventured outside earlier? Or...or maybe that was already a while ago. He forgot. But the chip nonsense was taken care of, certainly. Unless he imagined it. Maybe it was pretend? I don't know.
Apparently, though, the danger had passed. The immediate danger, anyhow. People were no longer advised to stay hidden, in any case; Martin ought to have gotten out, started looking again...but he didn't. He stayed where he was, in bed, staring at a blank wall thoughtlessly until he became too hungry to even sleep. That was a Monday, but he didn't know. All he knew is he'd been doing nothing but waste time and helped nobody. He felt awful.
After rummaging through what food was in the room for three and munching a little, he left the apartment, blinking blearily into daylight he was just not used to. Olvoski's sun was smaller, distant and cold by comparison, where this world's was warmer, but no more unkind. It made him wish it was dark already, even if the night was for terrible things. I'm terrible, too.
The first time he had made rounds about the Hold had been a near-blind panic; he remembered little and less. This time, he walked and looked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The buildings were so odd, and there were traces of smells he just couldn't identify if his life depended on it. Maybe it did? He still didn't know why he was here. It was a big mistake, and he had to leave...The thought quickened his steps and widened his eyes, searching for something that would give him the clear way out. Anything. From the vast training area to the markets, there had to be something...
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