10-08-2015, 03:52 PM
In the hour of silence, Agnès had almost fallen asleep in the wagon-contraption a few times. She was troubled and rather depressed, yes, but she couldn't help but be tired as well. It felt like it had been months since she last rested, though she felt somehow guilty thinking about her own well-being after seeing somebody die before her.
Woodenly the Vestal stepped out of the steel carriage and onto the sand beside a road, which after a little while spent walking would lead to the palace. It again felt like it had been too long since she had been there, like she longed for it while she was away, and yet she couldn't due to the negativity she now associated with it. She had assisted in the capture of someone for conflict between organizations she knew little of. She had helped to steal from that very same organization and had killed those who stood in her way. She felt a pit forming in her stomach as she looked at the palace, like she was going to be sick.
Fortunately she wasn't quite at that point. She prayed she at least wouldn't be until she was in her room, whichever she had been in previously, for briefly enough to call it her home in this 'Omniverse'. Victor had said something about getting supplies to Gilgamesh, though as someone - Presumably one of the guards - Took over driving it along slowly beside Victor, who stopped just beside the palace and began turning around the vehicle. He did so just carefully enough to avoid making Agnès worry about whether or not he might run someone over, as surely colliding with such a massive machine would hurt.
The Vestal of Wind simply walked through the palace appearing to have an odd sense of confidence, though with each step she took, she became even more sure that it would collapse when she entered her room. Eventually she found herself not knowing where to go next, and so she followed Shay, who appeared to be struggling somewhat to keep up with her. She wondered for a moment why he had stayed with her instead of helping Victor with... Whatever he had been doing - Getting supplies to Gilgamesh, she assumed, as he didn't seem the type to waste any time not doing what had to be done.
That thought almost made her sick before she realized Shay was trying to talk to her. Unfortunately, it only occurred to her as she was closing the door to her room behind her. "Agnès--"
Slam. The sound of the door shutting behind her covered her quick footsteps to her bed, which she let herself fall onto. While she had worried about crying, about screaming or lamenting over seeing death and killing others, she simply embraced the bed below her with stretched-out arms and hoped sleep would take her quickly. She could think later with a clearer head, with a little more rest - Just... Not now. Now wasn't the time.
As her eyelids fell shut, she heard footsteps heading away from the door. First they were slow, then they sped up a little, as if whoever was walking was reluctant to leave. Her already half-asleep mind just barely registered the careful and almost silent steps as Shay's, which despite being light had an odd weight to them. Then the weight seemed to get greater and greater, as if... Were they coming closer, perhaps? He, rather; Was he coming closer? Agnès turned to the sound of footsteps and saw a pair of arms pulling a blanket over her and up to her shoulders, over her only barely sandy tunic. The blanket felt all warm and fuzzy, which despite being in the desert, was an oddly welcoming feeling.
And before she knew it, the girl's eyelids had fluttered shut.
Woodenly the Vestal stepped out of the steel carriage and onto the sand beside a road, which after a little while spent walking would lead to the palace. It again felt like it had been too long since she had been there, like she longed for it while she was away, and yet she couldn't due to the negativity she now associated with it. She had assisted in the capture of someone for conflict between organizations she knew little of. She had helped to steal from that very same organization and had killed those who stood in her way. She felt a pit forming in her stomach as she looked at the palace, like she was going to be sick.
Fortunately she wasn't quite at that point. She prayed she at least wouldn't be until she was in her room, whichever she had been in previously, for briefly enough to call it her home in this 'Omniverse'. Victor had said something about getting supplies to Gilgamesh, though as someone - Presumably one of the guards - Took over driving it along slowly beside Victor, who stopped just beside the palace and began turning around the vehicle. He did so just carefully enough to avoid making Agnès worry about whether or not he might run someone over, as surely colliding with such a massive machine would hurt.
The Vestal of Wind simply walked through the palace appearing to have an odd sense of confidence, though with each step she took, she became even more sure that it would collapse when she entered her room. Eventually she found herself not knowing where to go next, and so she followed Shay, who appeared to be struggling somewhat to keep up with her. She wondered for a moment why he had stayed with her instead of helping Victor with... Whatever he had been doing - Getting supplies to Gilgamesh, she assumed, as he didn't seem the type to waste any time not doing what had to be done.
That thought almost made her sick before she realized Shay was trying to talk to her. Unfortunately, it only occurred to her as she was closing the door to her room behind her. "Agnès--"
Slam. The sound of the door shutting behind her covered her quick footsteps to her bed, which she let herself fall onto. While she had worried about crying, about screaming or lamenting over seeing death and killing others, she simply embraced the bed below her with stretched-out arms and hoped sleep would take her quickly. She could think later with a clearer head, with a little more rest - Just... Not now. Now wasn't the time.
As her eyelids fell shut, she heard footsteps heading away from the door. First they were slow, then they sped up a little, as if whoever was walking was reluctant to leave. Her already half-asleep mind just barely registered the careful and almost silent steps as Shay's, which despite being light had an odd weight to them. Then the weight seemed to get greater and greater, as if... Were they coming closer, perhaps? He, rather; Was he coming closer? Agnès turned to the sound of footsteps and saw a pair of arms pulling a blanket over her and up to her shoulders, over her only barely sandy tunic. The blanket felt all warm and fuzzy, which despite being in the desert, was an oddly welcoming feeling.
And before she knew it, the girl's eyelids had fluttered shut.
Quote:I DID A QUICK POST. I didn't want to write much, so. I'm in a sleepy mood, so I wanted to write sleepy. So sleepy this. I don't... What.
...Well, Victor can go if he'd like, because he's split off from Agnès and is unaccounted for. So WRITE WHAT YOU PLEASE~!