Post by Mury 6.0 on Dec 8, 2009 22:25:00 GMT -5
((( Oh yeah, uh.... first poast to Rayne, I guess? Or someone? I'm not used to doing that, since it's pretty gay, but whatever. Uhm. Yeah. )))
(( sorry i might was godmode alittle))
mury didnt manege 2 capture lesuer lucre,or that other lycan girl . they got away. s ohe went back to the school and thought alot. then his
Romanticism aside, the Justiciar was now faced with a host of mortal weaknesses that would be with him, quite literally, for the rest of his life. He felt caged, burdened by the flaws of his old body once more - and it was as truly his old body as it could be, for he had guided its creation by Sylph with his own subconscious memories. The same features, the same flaws, the same human weaknesses were once again his as they were at the moment of his death. Muryllis was all too aware of the dull, weak humanity that throbbed throughout his constricted being. The throb in his chest, that quiet pulse of a long-forgotten heartbeat screaming in his mind, seemed to laugh at his misfortune. Not romantic at all.
There was much to do, now. Especially now. To face Roan and inform her that he could no longer risk physical contact was a duty too logical for this new heart he had. To face the Unknown One in combat was one too suicidal for that heart to bear. Near the end of his first life, Muryllis had finally managed to suppress the will of emotion, and Lichdom had torn what remained to pieces; now, only remembering what once having a clear, coldly reasonable mind was like helped him weather this onslaught of too-new sensations.
He was caged, and that pulse threatened to drive him insane. Or, at least, to kill him. Surely, he could "survive" that experience again...
Worldly pleasures were never of much importance to the Ravenclaw in him. Then, he ate and drank as needed, as logic demanded. Now, at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to get completely sh**-faced and forget about his woes. If only for one night.
He had long known of Joker's Bar, if only because he tracked many questionable individuals to and from it as Justiciar. For once, though, he had a reason to visit that was not work-related. Well... it was, in a way, but it wasn't. Whatever.
"Firewhiskey!" With all the dignity and weariness of a war veteran who had seen too much, the black-robed man sat down at the bar.