Post by Mei Meiyo on Dec 18, 2016 19:31:55 GMT 1
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With a slow and steady pace, Mei Meiyo trudged along, in pain both physically and mentally. Weakly, she drug her sword arm over to her free arm and touched it with her bandaged hand, which only caused pain to shoot up her arm, snapping her out of her sleepy stupor. She couldn't afford to sleep now. Not when doing so could kill her. Everyone had an instinct in them that made them want to keep living, and that included Mei. She didn't want to die yet, but this stupid bracelet on her arm was sure making it difficult.
The Kenjutsu Master opened the door to the kitchen where she sighed and walked to a table, holding her head with her free hand.
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"Ack!" Mei let out a cry of pain as she hit herself in the arm, causing pain to shoot up it. She snapped awake again. There was absolutely no time for sleeping. It may be wearing on her mental health, but it was either that or run the risk of dying to her Kill Command. She could tell that the wound under her sleeve had reopened as blood seeped through the fabric. At least she was awake. But it was getting harder every second.
Oh, someone was in here, too. Someone familiar to Mei at this point. With a bit of effort, Mei lifted her sword arm to point at the ceiling. "Cruz... Hello..." Her words were slow and soft, reflecting how exhausted she was and her eyes wavered, unable to focus on the Poet. She let out a yawn before hitting her arm again, and blinking in pain. Although, when she spoke next, she was more alert. "What brings you to the kitchen today?"
The Kenjutsu Master opened the door to the kitchen where she sighed and walked to a table, holding her head with her free hand.
...
"Ack!" Mei let out a cry of pain as she hit herself in the arm, causing pain to shoot up it. She snapped awake again. There was absolutely no time for sleeping. It may be wearing on her mental health, but it was either that or run the risk of dying to her Kill Command. She could tell that the wound under her sleeve had reopened as blood seeped through the fabric. At least she was awake. But it was getting harder every second.
Oh, someone was in here, too. Someone familiar to Mei at this point. With a bit of effort, Mei lifted her sword arm to point at the ceiling. "Cruz... Hello..." Her words were slow and soft, reflecting how exhausted she was and her eyes wavered, unable to focus on the Poet. She let out a yawn before hitting her arm again, and blinking in pain. Although, when she spoke next, she was more alert. "What brings you to the kitchen today?"
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