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paradisa2012-11-13 12:06 pm
lord_wizard) wrote in paradisa2012-11-13 12:06 pm
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fifty-ninth labyrinth
[He'd woken up this morning to find a month of memory crashing violently into place. Names and faces - friends and strangers alike - all treated to the uncouth, uncultured, ungainly little wretch of a prostitute he'd been before Malkar had gotten his claws into him. That the castle had stopped shy of that milestone was a small favor, but not enough of one for him to forgive the trespass. Not this time. He could bear every other embarrassment - being turned into animals and even a woman - was better than having his past stripped bare for all to see.
And as he paged through the journal to better place what had happened, though he remembered every moment of it vividly, the significance of the date clicked in his mind.]
I will have been in the castle for two years today.
It seems the castle chose to ensure I remembered this by marking the day in a rather dramatic fashion, though I'm not sure how I could ever forget...
[His tone is particularly bright and hard as he speaks. That's the closest he's going to get to mentioning the loss - at least publicly]
[Those who encountered him during the loss who knew him before]
I suggest you forget whatever it is you think you've learned about me in the past few weeks.
[That done, he checks himself in the mirror again, perhaps to assure himself that he's back to normal. Rather than pushing it away, he embraces the old anger - wraps it about himself like a mantel - and turns to head out to town.
Time to replenish his missing liquor stores. He was going to need it]
((ooc:Loss end! Feel free to encounter him on the way out of the castle or in town. But beware...he's in a MOOD))
And as he paged through the journal to better place what had happened, though he remembered every moment of it vividly, the significance of the date clicked in his mind.]
I will have been in the castle for two years today.
It seems the castle chose to ensure I remembered this by marking the day in a rather dramatic fashion, though I'm not sure how I could ever forget...
[His tone is particularly bright and hard as he speaks. That's the closest he's going to get to mentioning the loss - at least publicly]
[Those who encountered him during the loss who knew him before]
I suggest you forget whatever it is you think you've learned about me in the past few weeks.
[That done, he checks himself in the mirror again, perhaps to assure himself that he's back to normal. Rather than pushing it away, he embraces the old anger - wraps it about himself like a mantel - and turns to head out to town.
Time to replenish his missing liquor stores. He was going to need it]
((ooc:Loss end! Feel free to encounter him on the way out of the castle or in town. But beware...he's in a MOOD))