[ Normally, Maika would be all for unhealthy coping mechanisms. Unsettling and too-personal battle in a probably-Nekyia place? No reason not to head back into the Nekyia and beat shit up until the tension in her dissipates even a little. Nevermind her current physical state.
But nothing is right here. She's weaker. She doesn't heal like she should. And though she'd rather die than admit it, she's rattled. What the fuck made that place? If she spends enough time there, is it going to absorb enough parts of her to do the same thing? Like Golga all over again, but with a group of strangers who don't have any reason to put her back together again after she tears herself to pieces?
She's always leapt before she looked. But it's not like there'll be a shortage of monsters if she lets herself mull over the idea for a day. So just once she's monopolizing a corner of the dorm kitchen, chopping vegetables with furious purpose for whatever paltry catharsis that can offer. She's at least partway through her rampage before she digs out the stupid phone to send a message. ]
Made too much food. I'm in the kitchen. If you want to commit any atrocities to it while it's still cooking, now's your chance.
[ And if she doesn't get any response, she'll just have to go hunting. Wolves are good at that. ]
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Week 5/post Aubrey palace
But nothing is right here. She's weaker. She doesn't heal like she should. And though she'd rather die than admit it, she's rattled. What the fuck made that place? If she spends enough time there, is it going to absorb enough parts of her to do the same thing? Like Golga all over again, but with a group of strangers who don't have any reason to put her back together again after she tears herself to pieces?
She's always leapt before she looked. But it's not like there'll be a shortage of monsters if she lets herself mull over the idea for a day. So just once she's monopolizing a corner of the dorm kitchen, chopping vegetables with furious purpose for whatever paltry catharsis that can offer. She's at least partway through her rampage before she digs out the stupid phone to send a message. ]
Made too much food. I'm in the kitchen. If you want to commit any atrocities to it while it's still cooking, now's your chance.
[ And if she doesn't get any response, she'll just have to go hunting. Wolves are good at that. ]
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