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damned_institute2012-06-21 06:52 pm
age_of_kings) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-21 06:52 pm
Night 64: M11-M20 Hallway
It wasn't as though Tolten could ignore the (no longer just) implications. But regardless, there was work to be done. And while he felt miserable, he was certainly still very much himself now that night had fallen.
He was not about to allow this place to break him. He knew he was a rather soft and sometimes timid thing, given to strange fits of emotion and often questioning himself. But he also knew he was the last son of Uhra, blood of the ancient golden knights, containing all the strength of of his holy ancestors. He bent and bent but he would not break.
Fueled more by anger than anything else, the young king took up his pipe - he would give it to Locke, as he'd have a sword now - and headed into the hallway.
He didn't allow himself to consider the possibility of Locke not meeting with him tonight. The other man had never failed before, he certainly wouldn't now. And they would go to the Medical Wing and try and decipher the only clue they'd been given.
Failure was simply not an option.
[to here]
He was not about to allow this place to break him. He knew he was a rather soft and sometimes timid thing, given to strange fits of emotion and often questioning himself. But he also knew he was the last son of Uhra, blood of the ancient golden knights, containing all the strength of of his holy ancestors. He bent and bent but he would not break.
Fueled more by anger than anything else, the young king took up his pipe - he would give it to Locke, as he'd have a sword now - and headed into the hallway.
He didn't allow himself to consider the possibility of Locke not meeting with him tonight. The other man had never failed before, he certainly wouldn't now. And they would go to the Medical Wing and try and decipher the only clue they'd been given.
Failure was simply not an option.
[to here]
[In M??]
Humans were such fragile creatures, their bodies requiring constant sustenance through food, exercise, and sleep. Dreaming was the norm, claiming their minds as they pondered their own existences, so short in comparison to those who were created to protect them...
X had been created in order to be close to these creatures, and close he was.
Funny how it must be to become that which you loved so dearly, and were so sworn to protect.
His eyes opened slowly, the lack of light filtering through his eyes and bringing nothing but musty fuzziness to his field of vision. He could feel the thin blankets touching his skin, his body pressed against something that was too soft to be a pod, but too hard to be truly comfortable.
...A bed?
No, that couldn't be right. He was in his pod, wasn't he? That's where he'd fallen into sleep mode last. Why would he have been moved to a human bed? It wasn't like he needed...
X tried to sit up, but found his body unable to cooperate, his head falling back down onto the pillow with a thud.
Strange. His body wasn't quite agreeing with him.
X tried again, pulling up on his arms and forcing himself upright. His eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness (when did his optics get so worn? Maybe that last battle took more out of him than he thought), breaths shallow as his mind tried to focus through all these shared sensations--
--breaths.
X stared down at himself. At the blanket, at the bed, at himself.
He was breathing. It was one thing to vent through an oral orfice, but it was another to feel his chest expand and retract, breath coming in and out of his nose and mouth as though he was...
"wha--"
His voice wasn't even working properly. Coming out in a hoarse whisper it lingered in the air, sounding as foreign to him as everything else.
He was breathing. He was in a bed, in a room that most assuredly wasn't his, dark as it was.
He didn't have his armor on.
"What's..." His voice came out in that whisper again. Why? He tried speaking again, breathing deeper and trying to incorporate more air. That was how those with lungs spoke, wasn't it?
"What's...going on?"
There. That was better. Focus on the little things, stay calm, think rationally. He was possibly in a VR simulation (one hell of a good one, though, if they can rig up something like this), or something else. There was no use getting worked up over it.
Stay calm. Think rationally.
On shaking legs that didn't seem to want to work, X made an attempt to try to step out of bed--
--only to land crashing with a loud, surprised cry as his legs buckled. Instinctively he threw his arms out, shielding his face as he landed on the ground.
[To here!]