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Open for whiteknighting (or creeping :3 )
When; November 19th
Rating; PG-13? Probable blood drinking, though not without OOC permission!
Characters; Saya, Setsuna, probably Karlthe creeper, OPEN
Summary; Amnesiac Chiropteran Queen Saya didn't know (or want to accept) that she needs blood to live, and now is paying for it.
Log;
Several days' willful avoidance seemed a boon at the time, letting Saya explore her new (are they new? She still can't remember) surroundings and learn (relearn) new things, like how to help keep the house clean and how to make her own food.
...The microwave is her limit but it's progress, and she's proud of it.
At first her periodic exhaustion was an irritant, a needless distraction from what is becoming her life. Once or twice a passing thought crept up, Setsuna's question about blood, and her determination to fight through whatever was tiring her, without resorting to anything like that, redoubled: more soda and sweets, more fresh air, more can't-miss plans. Stubbornness was reprieve enough in the moment, although as it turns out, it was a temporary one. Slowly, inevitably, she had no choice but to succumb.
The wall and shaking legs barely keep Saya upright, her sluggish eyes drift over the blurred landscape. She can't name how long she's been walking, has no idea where she's ended up or how far she is from Charlie's place. But she knows, without a doubt, that she has to keep going... somehow.
Each step is near disaster as her body and vision seem to lurch in opposition. She can't call for help no matter how scared she is; it might draw Diva or Karl. So what should she do?
What's happening to her?
Rating; PG-13? Probable blood drinking, though not without OOC permission!
Characters; Saya, Setsuna, probably Karl
Summary; Amnesiac Chiropteran Queen Saya didn't know (or want to accept) that she needs blood to live, and now is paying for it.
Log;
Several days' willful avoidance seemed a boon at the time, letting Saya explore her new (are they new? She still can't remember) surroundings and learn (relearn) new things, like how to help keep the house clean and how to make her own food.
...The microwave is her limit but it's progress, and she's proud of it.
At first her periodic exhaustion was an irritant, a needless distraction from what is becoming her life. Once or twice a passing thought crept up, Setsuna's question about blood, and her determination to fight through whatever was tiring her, without resorting to anything like that, redoubled: more soda and sweets, more fresh air, more can't-miss plans. Stubbornness was reprieve enough in the moment, although as it turns out, it was a temporary one. Slowly, inevitably, she had no choice but to succumb.
The wall and shaking legs barely keep Saya upright, her sluggish eyes drift over the blurred landscape. She can't name how long she's been walking, has no idea where she's ended up or how far she is from Charlie's place. But she knows, without a doubt, that she has to keep going... somehow.
Each step is near disaster as her body and vision seem to lurch in opposition. She can't call for help no matter how scared she is; it might draw Diva or Karl. So what should she do?
What's happening to her?
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It's human nature to hurt the people close to us. What makes the difference is whether you mean to or not. The rest is simply in our nature.