04-30-2017, 07:42 PM
Aches split across Shay Cormac's body like ocean waves in a storm. He already knew where he was; the cold feeling of the floor, the scentless air, and the twinkling of the Fountain of Infinity nearby.
The Nexus, once again.
A terrible feeling sank into the Templar's gut. He needn't the time to explain to anybody or anything how exhausted he was physically; not like he cared either. Remembering the fight he "just" had was tilting enough. The knot in Shay's stomach only tightened the immediate moment he realized it has been a very long time. He wasn't sure why he assumed this, other than his internal clock utterly failing him.
Just like that, a figurative collection of a million thoughts assaulted his mind; Agnès, New Babylon, Victor Wolfe, Gilgamesh, L.A.W...
The man was surprised that, at the very least, the Assassins didn't immediately pop into his head like they usually did waking up from a headache-induced sleep. Though, now that he was thinking of them, it wasn't exactly a relieving note. Of course, that only followed by the fight that had him knocked unconscious on the ground just then too, in which case Shay would have rather not thought about it.
But, reality is reality; the artifact was lost.
"Shite," Shay spat, sitting upright and putting his gloved palm on his head.
Sighing, the Templar got himself upright, frustration overwhelming him. Could nothing go my way at least once? He dwelled, furthering to anger himself. Trying to breathe, Shay's admittedly brash thinking got in the way of anything construct and reasonable he could possibly do to help himself. Not like you could blame him either; What the hell is the point in doing all of this if Gilgamesh is still gone? Shay continued to ponder, only now realizing the intense agitation he felt, eventually calming down in a moment of self-reflection.
Only now does he ask himself these questions out of concern for his own well-being, Shay contemplated. He couldn't keep that up for long however; Shay felt temptations to never step foot in the Dunes again, but... He realized still that he had a city that he practically had to take care of now.
The Templar gritted at his teeth, looming over the fact that it's been so long.
It was almost as if he could feel the terrible searing heat of the sun, despite now standing upright in the temperate chill of the Nexus. Perhaps the man was biased, considering he used to swim in freezing water with heavy coats on all the time, but alas, you can get used to the cold. Not the heat; and you certainly couldn't get used to consequences.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Shay Cormac of the Templar Order strode forward, the sights and sounds of new Primes going and leaving far off in the distance putting the man at a strange sense of peace; the concept of walking back to the familiar gates of the Dunes not seeming as bad as it once was a moment ago.
Alas, it was time to get back to work.
The Nexus, once again.
A terrible feeling sank into the Templar's gut. He needn't the time to explain to anybody or anything how exhausted he was physically; not like he cared either. Remembering the fight he "just" had was tilting enough. The knot in Shay's stomach only tightened the immediate moment he realized it has been a very long time. He wasn't sure why he assumed this, other than his internal clock utterly failing him.
Just like that, a figurative collection of a million thoughts assaulted his mind; Agnès, New Babylon, Victor Wolfe, Gilgamesh, L.A.W...
The man was surprised that, at the very least, the Assassins didn't immediately pop into his head like they usually did waking up from a headache-induced sleep. Though, now that he was thinking of them, it wasn't exactly a relieving note. Of course, that only followed by the fight that had him knocked unconscious on the ground just then too, in which case Shay would have rather not thought about it.
But, reality is reality; the artifact was lost.
"Shite," Shay spat, sitting upright and putting his gloved palm on his head.
Sighing, the Templar got himself upright, frustration overwhelming him. Could nothing go my way at least once? He dwelled, furthering to anger himself. Trying to breathe, Shay's admittedly brash thinking got in the way of anything construct and reasonable he could possibly do to help himself. Not like you could blame him either; What the hell is the point in doing all of this if Gilgamesh is still gone? Shay continued to ponder, only now realizing the intense agitation he felt, eventually calming down in a moment of self-reflection.
Only now does he ask himself these questions out of concern for his own well-being, Shay contemplated. He couldn't keep that up for long however; Shay felt temptations to never step foot in the Dunes again, but... He realized still that he had a city that he practically had to take care of now.
The Templar gritted at his teeth, looming over the fact that it's been so long.
It was almost as if he could feel the terrible searing heat of the sun, despite now standing upright in the temperate chill of the Nexus. Perhaps the man was biased, considering he used to swim in freezing water with heavy coats on all the time, but alas, you can get used to the cold. Not the heat; and you certainly couldn't get used to consequences.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Shay Cormac of the Templar Order strode forward, the sights and sounds of new Primes going and leaving far off in the distance putting the man at a strange sense of peace; the concept of walking back to the familiar gates of the Dunes not seeming as bad as it once was a moment ago.
Alas, it was time to get back to work.
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