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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.
no subject
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.