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Who: Asura(
eyes_fearing ), Lilith (
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Where: Ingles Trail and Mariner High School
When: Backdated to May 5.
Rating: should be safe.
Summary: Asura wants to go to the library to investigate Discedo. Lilith tags along.
the log:
He was beginning to have serious doubts about this.
Asura had been nervous from the day he was born, and this trait had become more and more pronounced to the point that it controlled his life. It had not been easy to adjust to his home world. It was even more difficult to adjust to this barren alien city that had effectively stripped him to the bones, leaving him vulnerable to any and all damage. Betrayal, trickery, poisoning, plotting, outright attacks -- he couldn't prevent any of it and that knowledge alone was enough to drive him up a wall.
Therefore, the fact that he was expecting company -- company he'd never even seen, never met -- made him more paranoid than usual. People were dangerous. He knew this at the core of being, in the pit of his stomach and certainly saw it as an unquestionable truth in his quivering third eye. Perhaps at one time he would have allowed it. Better times, just a few weeks ago, when he had enough power to kill those who endangered him. Control and power that kept him safe; if a problem came up, he could eliminate it. This was different -- hideously different! This soul - a ghost, he presumed, or a kishin egg - had power over him, and he knew that she could kill him if she so desired. Her words were coy and vague and the world she was from was vastly different from his own - no, he didn't understand her much -- and that sent his brain into trembling anxiety. He had no idea what to expect.
At the same time, going alone would be equally dangerous, if not more so. He was weak, vulnerable to death, pain, torture! How many students of Shibusen resided in the high school? He would have to depend on their fear of him to keep them away from himself. And Asura had no desire to be dependant on anything or anyone other than himself, let alone that feeble possibility. The looming possibility of roaming monsters was also present in his mind - of course, it would be foolish not to prepare himself thoroughly! - and he had little doubt in his mind that they, too, could overpower him in his weak and naked state.
An awful choice, a horrible choice - two scary options had presented themselves to him. Risk getting himself killed in the school by Shibusen students, a monster, or perhaps just a person; he hardly trusted these strangers any more than those from his own world. The other option was to risk getting killed by just a single person. That was less terrifying to him - he could perhaps handle one person, as even if she was a soul, she had flesh that could be stabbed, blood that could be spilled, vital areas to crush... and even without his powers, he could feel the sick and heavy weight of the iron vajra inside of him.
So he chose the second option and he waited, huddled inside his layers of sweaters and the old and crumbling clothing store he had made his residence.
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Where: Ingles Trail and Mariner High School
When: Backdated to May 5.
Rating: should be safe.
Summary: Asura wants to go to the library to investigate Discedo. Lilith tags along.
the log:
He was beginning to have serious doubts about this.
Asura had been nervous from the day he was born, and this trait had become more and more pronounced to the point that it controlled his life. It had not been easy to adjust to his home world. It was even more difficult to adjust to this barren alien city that had effectively stripped him to the bones, leaving him vulnerable to any and all damage. Betrayal, trickery, poisoning, plotting, outright attacks -- he couldn't prevent any of it and that knowledge alone was enough to drive him up a wall.
Therefore, the fact that he was expecting company -- company he'd never even seen, never met -- made him more paranoid than usual. People were dangerous. He knew this at the core of being, in the pit of his stomach and certainly saw it as an unquestionable truth in his quivering third eye. Perhaps at one time he would have allowed it. Better times, just a few weeks ago, when he had enough power to kill those who endangered him. Control and power that kept him safe; if a problem came up, he could eliminate it. This was different -- hideously different! This soul - a ghost, he presumed, or a kishin egg - had power over him, and he knew that she could kill him if she so desired. Her words were coy and vague and the world she was from was vastly different from his own - no, he didn't understand her much -- and that sent his brain into trembling anxiety. He had no idea what to expect.
At the same time, going alone would be equally dangerous, if not more so. He was weak, vulnerable to death, pain, torture! How many students of Shibusen resided in the high school? He would have to depend on their fear of him to keep them away from himself. And Asura had no desire to be dependant on anything or anyone other than himself, let alone that feeble possibility. The looming possibility of roaming monsters was also present in his mind - of course, it would be foolish not to prepare himself thoroughly! - and he had little doubt in his mind that they, too, could overpower him in his weak and naked state.
An awful choice, a horrible choice - two scary options had presented themselves to him. Risk getting himself killed in the school by Shibusen students, a monster, or perhaps just a person; he hardly trusted these strangers any more than those from his own world. The other option was to risk getting killed by just a single person. That was less terrifying to him - he could perhaps handle one person, as even if she was a soul, she had flesh that could be stabbed, blood that could be spilled, vital areas to crush... and even without his powers, he could feel the sick and heavy weight of the iron vajra inside of him.
So he chose the second option and he waited, huddled inside his layers of sweaters and the old and crumbling clothing store he had made his residence.