[RP] Make Haste
Feb. 12th, 2012 08:42 pm[ooc: Set within a half hour of this, open to anyone who'd be at the apartment.]
Reclaiming one's body should be a simple matter of sliding easily into place. In fairness, there should not be any discomfort or pain to the process at all.
And yet his head was pounding, had been since he'd awoken. Neither that nor his inability to move a significant distance from the couch without risking an upheaval of stomach contents dulled the joy of triumph. At last he was free, and complete in mind as he hadn't been in over twenty years. There were painkillers that worked on their kind; once the nausea subsided he'd be free to obtain them and go about rebuilding the life that had been ignobly interrupted. Given the loyalties the missing half of him had tendered in the time it had lived, the task might be accomplished more rapidly than anticipated.
Why then, did he feel so ill at ease?
Reclaiming one's body should be a simple matter of sliding easily into place. In fairness, there should not be any discomfort or pain to the process at all.
And yet his head was pounding, had been since he'd awoken. Neither that nor his inability to move a significant distance from the couch without risking an upheaval of stomach contents dulled the joy of triumph. At last he was free, and complete in mind as he hadn't been in over twenty years. There were painkillers that worked on their kind; once the nausea subsided he'd be free to obtain them and go about rebuilding the life that had been ignobly interrupted. Given the loyalties the missing half of him had tendered in the time it had lived, the task might be accomplished more rapidly than anticipated.
Why then, did he feel so ill at ease?
