... was considering scribbling off an Ergo-Proxy oneshot, but I'll be holding off on that for a while still. Instead, here's another bit of DNGGITSN ... and my, that's a mouthful, isn't it?
I woke up with the vague impression of a glass moon, a spire of some sort, rust, for some reason, and the vague idea of climbing lingering in my thoughts ... even as the ache slammed into my mind.
Ache, singular. As in, the whole body.
I hurt in places I didn't know I had places, though it was pretty much dull and muted ... until I decided to move.
Then it was rusty spikes and barbed wire winding along the bones.
Or something along those lines, anyway.
Considering that my last clear memory of last night included writhing on the ground in what amounted to one big epileptic fit that laster ... well, juding by the muscle aches, for quite a while.
Or it was just sympathetic pain from the nerve overload.
Either way, not fun.
I thought I'd dragged myself to bed on my own, anyway, though I could swear it was easier from a point onwards for some reason.
A memory, blurred with exertion, surfaced.
Well, I guess my 'first' meeting with Matou Sakura was one I'd fallen unconscious during. Multiple times.
Explains how I managed to get the door opened and closed on my way in, though. I didn't.
I ground my teeth as I levered myself into the vertical, then sat and panted for a while. Yup. Moving was going ... easier. By no means easy, but it wasn't quite as painful as it had been initially. Good to know.
Meanwhile, my nose was noticing something else, so I turned my head ... slightly, to investigate. Fortunately, my eyeballs didn't hurt. Small favors, eh?
There was a teacup, steaming away on the bedside table ... huh.
Smelled pretty good, too. I managed enough motor control to reach out and grab it, then bring it to my lips without spilling any.
Sipped.
Familiar, but seemed just a little odd on the tongue. Sort of tingly in the aftertaste ...
... my hand whipped out, flinging the cup away and into the wall, where it shattered and splattered its contents over the wood, even as the rest of my body proceeded to ignore pain and half-walk, half-crawl, mostly-stumble towards and into the bathroom.
I nearly fell into the toilet before I managed to steady myself.
And then I threw up.
Yes, this was beginning to be a pattern, a faint voice in the back of it all seemed to comment.
I got up, wincing all the way, flushed, and hit the shower before the shakes could get me again. I think I scalded something before getting out half and hour later.
Excessive?
Maybe.
Paranoid?
Certainly.
Unwarranted?
I thought back to Tsukihime and the excessively polite facade of a poisoner, and could only come to the conclusion I was doing the right thing.
I could feel stupid if it amounted to nothing afterwards, but at least it'd be an _alive_ stupid.
The phrase 'his own worst enemy' springs to mind, doesn't it?
Is it just paranoia?
Isn't it?
Hehehe.
But seriously, Kohaku freaks me out. Wearing a cheerful smile while planning poisoning people left and right. Is it any wonder the avatar draws some parallels, the situation he's in?
Still more to come.
-Griever
ETA: minor editsu
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
I woke up with the vague impression of a glass moon, a spire of some sort, rust, for some reason, and the vague idea of climbing lingering in my thoughts ... even as the ache slammed into my mind.
Ache, singular. As in, the whole body.
I hurt in places I didn't know I had places, though it was pretty much dull and muted ... until I decided to move.
Then it was rusty spikes and barbed wire winding along the bones.
Or something along those lines, anyway.
Considering that my last clear memory of last night included writhing on the ground in what amounted to one big epileptic fit that laster ... well, juding by the muscle aches, for quite a while.
Or it was just sympathetic pain from the nerve overload.
Either way, not fun.
I thought I'd dragged myself to bed on my own, anyway, though I could swear it was easier from a point onwards for some reason.
A memory, blurred with exertion, surfaced.
Well, I guess my 'first' meeting with Matou Sakura was one I'd fallen unconscious during. Multiple times.
Explains how I managed to get the door opened and closed on my way in, though. I didn't.
I ground my teeth as I levered myself into the vertical, then sat and panted for a while. Yup. Moving was going ... easier. By no means easy, but it wasn't quite as painful as it had been initially. Good to know.
Meanwhile, my nose was noticing something else, so I turned my head ... slightly, to investigate. Fortunately, my eyeballs didn't hurt. Small favors, eh?
There was a teacup, steaming away on the bedside table ... huh.
Smelled pretty good, too. I managed enough motor control to reach out and grab it, then bring it to my lips without spilling any.
Sipped.
Familiar, but seemed just a little odd on the tongue. Sort of tingly in the aftertaste ...
... my hand whipped out, flinging the cup away and into the wall, where it shattered and splattered its contents over the wood, even as the rest of my body proceeded to ignore pain and half-walk, half-crawl, mostly-stumble towards and into the bathroom.
I nearly fell into the toilet before I managed to steady myself.
And then I threw up.
Yes, this was beginning to be a pattern, a faint voice in the back of it all seemed to comment.
I got up, wincing all the way, flushed, and hit the shower before the shakes could get me again. I think I scalded something before getting out half and hour later.
Excessive?
Maybe.
Paranoid?
Certainly.
Unwarranted?
I thought back to Tsukihime and the excessively polite facade of a poisoner, and could only come to the conclusion I was doing the right thing.
I could feel stupid if it amounted to nothing afterwards, but at least it'd be an _alive_ stupid.
The phrase 'his own worst enemy' springs to mind, doesn't it?
Is it just paranoia?
Isn't it?
Hehehe.
But seriously, Kohaku freaks me out. Wearing a cheerful smile while planning poisoning people left and right. Is it any wonder the avatar draws some parallels, the situation he's in?
Still more to come.
-Griever
ETA: minor editsu
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm