Karla (
swordprincess) wrote in
genessia2017-12-10 12:37 pm
Action in Holodeck'd, Genessia City
[Karla feels awful, to put it mildly. Throughout the past week, she had craved nothing but battle, a ravenous hunger that could not be sated. She cared not if she got hurt, or if others got hurt. She just followed the sword, as if it had a mind of its own.]
[Now, she's finishing yet another Holodeck's simulation, by striking down a generic sword-wielding opponent, and the room changes back to its plain, empty form. Karla stands still, gripping the hilt of her sword in a calm rage directed only at herself.]
[This cursed blade, only good for cutting people down, cleaving flesh, and spilling blood, nothing more. Karla asks herself again and again, why does she wield it? She ought to break the thing before it completely takes over her mind. She raises the blade above her head, preparing to strike the ground and hopefully shatter the blade against it...]
[But then she freezes. Even now, her brother is somewhere in Elibe, seeking opponents to cut down, trying to sate the hunger of the blade that will never be truly satisfied. Karla has to see him again, and hopefully bring him back home. And for that to happen, she needs her sword.]
[She brings the blade in front of her, gazing at the shining blade, an expression of longing on her face. She then collapses to her knees, propping herself up with her arms. Everything hurts, from her heart to her muscles. She's aware that she hasn't done much to fulfill her basic needs, like sleep. And with the blistering cold weather, can only lead to one thing. Tears begin to trickle down her cheeks. ]
What...what have I become...?
[Now, she's finishing yet another Holodeck's simulation, by striking down a generic sword-wielding opponent, and the room changes back to its plain, empty form. Karla stands still, gripping the hilt of her sword in a calm rage directed only at herself.]
[This cursed blade, only good for cutting people down, cleaving flesh, and spilling blood, nothing more. Karla asks herself again and again, why does she wield it? She ought to break the thing before it completely takes over her mind. She raises the blade above her head, preparing to strike the ground and hopefully shatter the blade against it...]
[But then she freezes. Even now, her brother is somewhere in Elibe, seeking opponents to cut down, trying to sate the hunger of the blade that will never be truly satisfied. Karla has to see him again, and hopefully bring him back home. And for that to happen, she needs her sword.]
[She brings the blade in front of her, gazing at the shining blade, an expression of longing on her face. She then collapses to her knees, propping herself up with her arms. Everything hurts, from her heart to her muscles. She's aware that she hasn't done much to fulfill her basic needs, like sleep. And with the blistering cold weather, can only lead to one thing. Tears begin to trickle down her cheeks. ]
What...what have I become...?

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[Karla stops, taking in the story, her expression unreadable. It was certain that this wasn't quite like what she's experiencing.]
So you...got your heart back?
[Somehow it seemed impossible...but being in Genessia for so long, she's seen a lot of things by now that seemed impossible. This was also the major difference between Lea's situation and hers. If Karla did lose herself, would she ever be able to recover? No...she can't lose herself...not before she finds Karel.]
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Yeah... That's why I'm Lea again.
[He paused.]
And I'm sorry. For laying all that on you at a time like this. I just... I wanted you to know that you're not a bad person because this happened, OK? And I didn't know how else to explain how I knew that.
Something happened to you that messed with the way you perceived things, messed with your head and heart. And... that's gonna take time to recover from. But you can. You're strong, brave, capable, and you've got a good heart.
And I don't know how much good I'll be, but like I said, I'm your friend, and I'm here for you if you need me. OK?
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[Somehow, Lea's words of comfort caused even more tears to roll down her cheeks. Not to imply that he was wrong, or that his words had hurt her further, but to release all of her emotions that had been dormant in the very bottom of her heart. She hasn't really cried like this since she was tortured.]
Thanks, Lea...it means a lot...
Re: [action]
After a long moment of mental deliberation, Lea carefully slipped an arm around her shoulders giving her a one-armed hug, not so tight that she couldn't pull away if it wasn't wanted, but firm enough to hopefully convey the message of support.]
What are friends for?