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smash_logs2014-11-23 05:03 pm
insanecharisma) wrote in smash_logs2014-11-23 05:03 pm
Don't eat the food.
Who: Zelda, Soryk
When: Nov. 23 - Early Evening
What: Soryk's doing some careful observation and is like to come across a most unexpected surprise. Plans don't always go as... well. Planned.
Where: Zelda's Quarters - AE02b
Warnings: TBD - PROBABLY NOT.
Things are going as I imagined they would, Soryk thought as he tapped the bottom of his chin with some thought.
Caught in the wall mirror by his entryway, he simply stared for several moments, lost in a plethora of contemplation. It was true. As he had planned, things were slowly beginning. Something the way that a ball of snow could start out small and as it rolled along it grew larger. He didn't expect overnight results, but considering the amount of time so far, he had to admit he was a little impressed with himself. And as long as no one died, it'd continue to be perfect.
But in the back of his mind, a nagging thought continued to disrupt him. He had given no warnings to people who likely deserved them. Zelda. Randall. Vianca. Perhaps other members of the staff. Not that he had a great list of those he wanted to protect. There were just a few, admittedly, and considering their eating habits, it was entirely possible that the wrong person ate or drank the wrong thing.
Lady Zelda never requires me to come save her. But all the same... Yet if something happened to her, I could not face myself properly. I have found her, after all. I cannot lose her so soon.
In haste, he crossed the academy grounds and near breathless stopped only when he was at her door. Even in the midst of still trying to put his composure back together, he knocked thrice, loud enough to relay a slight frantic nature.
When: Nov. 23 - Early Evening
What: Soryk's doing some careful observation and is like to come across a most unexpected surprise. Plans don't always go as... well. Planned.
Where: Zelda's Quarters - AE02b
Warnings: TBD - PROBABLY NOT.
Things are going as I imagined they would, Soryk thought as he tapped the bottom of his chin with some thought.
Caught in the wall mirror by his entryway, he simply stared for several moments, lost in a plethora of contemplation. It was true. As he had planned, things were slowly beginning. Something the way that a ball of snow could start out small and as it rolled along it grew larger. He didn't expect overnight results, but considering the amount of time so far, he had to admit he was a little impressed with himself. And as long as no one died, it'd continue to be perfect.
But in the back of his mind, a nagging thought continued to disrupt him. He had given no warnings to people who likely deserved them. Zelda. Randall. Vianca. Perhaps other members of the staff. Not that he had a great list of those he wanted to protect. There were just a few, admittedly, and considering their eating habits, it was entirely possible that the wrong person ate or drank the wrong thing.
Lady Zelda never requires me to come save her. But all the same... Yet if something happened to her, I could not face myself properly. I have found her, after all. I cannot lose her so soon.
In haste, he crossed the academy grounds and near breathless stopped only when he was at her door. Even in the midst of still trying to put his composure back together, he knocked thrice, loud enough to relay a slight frantic nature.
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"Soryk, I'm--so sorry, oh--"
If she could have crawled somewhere to die, she certainly would have.
"Your shoes..."
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Livid, even. He could just picture his reaction to Atê doing something of the same. And he was the one to ask for her hand. And he still just vaguely tolerated her inappropriate behaviour. Such as... throwing up. (But never of anything save too much ale.) Hardly. Zelda was a lot easier for him to handle, in retrospect.
"It—" And he didn't know what to say. So once she righted herself somewhat, he carefully reached down to unlace his boots to the best of his ability without getting his hands caught in anything that he wanted to avoid. "Not that I have ever given much faith to Divine Providence, but it is entirely possible that I deserved that."
Fully possible, he corrected himself with an inner venom.
Removing his other boot, he immediately looked around her room, "...Wash room?" Soryk asked her. "I can clean this up and get you some more water." And at some later point in time, he could clean up his boots too.
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It was out before she could stop herself (much like the vomit), and she wondered what that said about her current perception of him.
Zelda swallowed and nodded, still too mortified to do much. She puked on his shoes, and he was offering to get her water. "Water. Would be nice."
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Soryk was quick to rise to his feet and wander back off toward her bathroom where he tried to put himself together. Sure, the vomit was an issue. Likely unforgettable, but was that really such a bad thing? He'd have to take the boots to a proper cleaner for he doubted he had such an interest in touching just such a thing. It wasn't like he didn't have some coin on him, after all.
Perhaps Zelda would be mortified about it forever, something he couldn't fault her for, though she hadn't really done anything wrong. Or again, anything he didn't feel he deserved. Things were what they were, however. No use in weeping over offered vomit.
When he returned, he extended a slightly over half full glass. "What else may I get for you?" Food. Drink. A pillow. She would know what she wanted or needed more than he would have.