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re_alignment_logs2013-06-12 09:03 pm
thxforthememories) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-06-12 09:03 pm
And All The Stories...
WHO: Kagerou + OPEN
WHERE: Trion's Temple & Library
WHEN: After Kay's post
WHAT: Venturing out of his pity party for a while, in order to do research. Reading. And maybe stalking anyone else prowling around.
WARNINGS: Nothing!
He wouldn't have left his room, had the guilt not all but shoved him out. He'd forgotten something important. He'd forgotten something important to Kay. It was worse, in a way, than forgetting anything else.
Almost anything.
So he'd slipped out of their room. Despite his outburst, he still seemed to have relatively free reign of the place. No one would mind him poking about, he thought. If they did... maybe his supposed "status" would actually be of use. For once.
Besides, it wasn't as if he was doing anything particularly wrong. Just ducking into the library. Reading the books and scanning the data there was hardly against the rules. Or, if it was, no one had seen fit to tell him. Part of him doubted he'd be able to find what he was looking for -- the FirstForged likely wouldn't want anyone knowing how to remove the markings put in place, if it were even possible at all. One more thing he had to find out.
He could be found flitting about the bookcases. Hovering in the air, or perched up on a shelf, reading, his expression creased in a frown. So far, nothing was helpful. Even though he'd started a pile -- all books and data pads which might contain something useful in getting this mark off him. It couldn't be permanent. They were leading him on.
They had to be.
Except for a select few books he'd located on the "cultural significance of birthdays"...
WHERE: Trion's Temple & Library
WHEN: After Kay's post
WHAT: Venturing out of his pity party for a while, in order to do research. Reading. And maybe stalking anyone else prowling around.
WARNINGS: Nothing!
He wouldn't have left his room, had the guilt not all but shoved him out. He'd forgotten something important. He'd forgotten something important to Kay. It was worse, in a way, than forgetting anything else.
Almost anything.
So he'd slipped out of their room. Despite his outburst, he still seemed to have relatively free reign of the place. No one would mind him poking about, he thought. If they did... maybe his supposed "status" would actually be of use. For once.
Besides, it wasn't as if he was doing anything particularly wrong. Just ducking into the library. Reading the books and scanning the data there was hardly against the rules. Or, if it was, no one had seen fit to tell him. Part of him doubted he'd be able to find what he was looking for -- the FirstForged likely wouldn't want anyone knowing how to remove the markings put in place, if it were even possible at all. One more thing he had to find out.
He could be found flitting about the bookcases. Hovering in the air, or perched up on a shelf, reading, his expression creased in a frown. So far, nothing was helpful. Even though he'd started a pile -- all books and data pads which might contain something useful in getting this mark off him. It couldn't be permanent. They were leading him on.
They had to be.
Except for a select few books he'd located on the "cultural significance of birthdays"...
no subject
"I did not know, Kagerou. I did not know any more than you did. I cannot feel when the badlands work their purpose on others--the only thing I felt was you." Kagerou's reaction to it. The slight diminishing of the barrier. Their names were just more names on a long list of names that had been added to since the beginning of the world.
"You renounced the Firstforged. Those...are powerful words to utter, but if you wish it, Kagerou, I will let you go."
no subject
"What do I wish?" he asked, the words coming out more sharply than he waned to. "I wish for them back. For Perceptor and Soundwave and... that idiot on his motorcycle..."
His voice shuddered, trailing off. He shook his head, folding his arms around himself. This was all so confusing. It hurt. Everything swam around in his head, unable to piece together.
"I wish... for that you promised me..."