Alexei Denoia (
fallenambitions) wrote2011-08-10 10:23 pm
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Entry tags:
- !action,
- !voice,
- am i dead yet?,
- casey? what casey?,
- come at me namipie 8|,
- haha wasn't affected,
- i feel better from finding your flaws,
- is so late,
- mikan orchards has a healing factor,
- pondering,
- reminiscing about the past,
- ~duke pantarei,
- ~eggman,
- ~iroh,
- ~marco,
- ~monkey d. luffy,
- ~moses sander,
- ~nami,
- ~nefertari vivi,
- ~r. giles,
- ~sanji,
- ~tomoya okazaki,
- ~tsubaki yayoi,
- ~yuuka kazami
[Action/Voice] 007
[Action]
[It's late at night, late enough when most people are asleep. Alexei is one of those people...or well, was. His journal had been placed aside, but it can still pick up sounds. Roughly it picks up someone violently waking up. Alexei found himself wandering into memories he didn't like to recall. They were quick flashes, but his moments before, during and after his death were continually bombarding him. Not exactly a very happy dream. So rather then roll over and just go back to bed, he's going stay awake for a while, maybe distract himself by looking through the journal.
It's been strangely quiet here in apartment 15 of CB1. It now lacked one occupant that used to reside in the room next to Alexei. It's a sickening remainder that staying here was still only temporary. Maybe that's why his own death was haunting him tonight. And now Casey was truly lost to history again. Not exactly a major loss when she had been dead for ten years to him. Reminiscing about the past seems to have become regular occurrence for him now. Being stuck in one place and not even having a job to keep oneself busy can lead a mind astray. Especially right now...when he has no other direction laid out for him but death the moment he leaves. He closes his journal. Listening to others has even lost it's charm.
He needed to find something else to get his thoughts together, find somewhere to go. Out of this apartment...or maybe even out of the village itself. Yes, just for a few days he'll get out of this stuffy village and explore the terrain outside. He hasn't quite done that yet, anything to keep him from sitting around right now. It just left him feeling anxious. Right, so that's the plan, prep for the trip and then leave when he's ready, most likely for the mountains and beyond that. There's only so much of the same forest one can deal with.
It's too late/early to gather supplies, but he puts together anything he would need that he already had. Wasn't much to pack really...and he wanted to get out of the apartment now. There is one place in this village he could go to for a while. He puts on his uniform...but bypasses on getting all of his armor on. He doesn't think he'll be there for very long and it's not worth it. His waist plate, and his sword will do just fine. Once he leaves, he's heading for the mikan orchard. It's been a long time since he was last there, around the time after the family experiment. He finds a spot under a tree and sits. Sure enough, the strange calming effect it had on him happened again, almost meditative.
He takes a deep breath and then pulls his journal out again. The thing he was pondering and about to ask, was more to himself then to anyone in particular.]
[Voice]
What did you strive for back home? Your goals and did you ever achieve them? Anything that you would bet your own life to see happen? ...Or is there something right now that you would give your life up for?
[It's late at night, late enough when most people are asleep. Alexei is one of those people...or well, was. His journal had been placed aside, but it can still pick up sounds. Roughly it picks up someone violently waking up. Alexei found himself wandering into memories he didn't like to recall. They were quick flashes, but his moments before, during and after his death were continually bombarding him. Not exactly a very happy dream. So rather then roll over and just go back to bed, he's going stay awake for a while, maybe distract himself by looking through the journal.
It's been strangely quiet here in apartment 15 of CB1. It now lacked one occupant that used to reside in the room next to Alexei. It's a sickening remainder that staying here was still only temporary. Maybe that's why his own death was haunting him tonight. And now Casey was truly lost to history again. Not exactly a major loss when she had been dead for ten years to him. Reminiscing about the past seems to have become regular occurrence for him now. Being stuck in one place and not even having a job to keep oneself busy can lead a mind astray. Especially right now...when he has no other direction laid out for him but death the moment he leaves. He closes his journal. Listening to others has even lost it's charm.
He needed to find something else to get his thoughts together, find somewhere to go. Out of this apartment...or maybe even out of the village itself. Yes, just for a few days he'll get out of this stuffy village and explore the terrain outside. He hasn't quite done that yet, anything to keep him from sitting around right now. It just left him feeling anxious. Right, so that's the plan, prep for the trip and then leave when he's ready, most likely for the mountains and beyond that. There's only so much of the same forest one can deal with.
It's too late/early to gather supplies, but he puts together anything he would need that he already had. Wasn't much to pack really...and he wanted to get out of the apartment now. There is one place in this village he could go to for a while. He puts on his uniform...but bypasses on getting all of his armor on. He doesn't think he'll be there for very long and it's not worth it. His waist plate, and his sword will do just fine. Once he leaves, he's heading for the mikan orchard. It's been a long time since he was last there, around the time after the family experiment. He finds a spot under a tree and sits. Sure enough, the strange calming effect it had on him happened again, almost meditative.
He takes a deep breath and then pulls his journal out again. The thing he was pondering and about to ask, was more to himself then to anyone in particular.]
[Voice]
What did you strive for back home? Your goals and did you ever achieve them? Anything that you would bet your own life to see happen? ...Or is there something right now that you would give your life up for?
[voice] ....god what were we talking about? rofl
This was the one part of the system I was able to change, the Imperial Knights. I worked my way to the top and when I became Commandant, I was able to take away the Council's hold over the Knights. No longer did we need to follow their orders and are now independent from them. We are even at equal standing with the Council now and we've generally taken it upon ourselves to be there for the people where the council had failed. I even changed the qualifications for someone to become a Knight. From now on anyone from any class had equal opportunity to join. It was the one place where people had a voice.
[...Or so it used to be, until he finally gave up on the Empire and decided that restarting under a new rule was the only answer.]
[voice]
It sounds to me that you've made great strides already, Alexei-san. The kind of changes you've begun will likely grow into something even greater, given time.
[voice]
[More like none at all, considering he's dead. She doesn't need to know that detail though.]
[voice]
Time is one of the building blocks of lasting change. The more solid the foundation, the sturdier the end result. [She means it to be comforting.]
[voice]
I suppose. One can only hope. I've done plenty already, but that itself took much of my time. Who knows if I'll reach my final goal before it's all over.
[voice]
Before what's over, Alexei-san?
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