[Renaissance Living] Disc 1: Track 5: Empty Room

[Sarodinian]

The Animus:


"Related Subject Detected"


The Animus locked onto another essence signature in Nexus and began another multicast.


The view shifts to a random home in the Bastion district, where one Shinki, is currently crashing on a couch.


The home you're in is clearly not yours, and you've not the faintest idea of how you wound up here, but you have a pretty damn pounding hangover, and there seems to be nobody else in the house. Whatever it was, it probably was a pretty wicked good time last night.


Unfortunately, not even a real heavy night of booze can keep the dreams away sometimes. You dreamt about him again, back to that fateful night...


Then the sun starts peeking in through the window and you stir. It's dawn, a new day has come, and you still have no fucking idea what the hell Tero was trying to tell you.


Welcome to Nexus.


What dost thou do?


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Track Song:


[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBKS1qThrC0[/media]

 

[Skrakes]

The viridian light of devil-fires in the hollow carcass of a monastery. Tero sat on the altar, among shattered pews as she drew close, swords drawn. She had demanded an answer, howled at him when he could not give it... his expression had not changed when he died, split by her scythe. A moment burned into her mind as if by the furnaces of Malfeas.


And now her head hurt on top of it. Well, you know it was a good night if you cannot remember it. Massaging her temples, she sat up. Tero told her she would understand. Understand what? He never even left her one lead to follow. She knew, theoretically, that the Yozi were not the kindest employers she'd ever had. But that does not change the fact that she still has no idea where she is... or where her clothes are. She should probably find those.

 

[Sarodinian]

The Animus:


Your clothes're strewn about the room you're in, you're unsure how your possessions wound up strewn about the place, nor why you were passed out in a distinctly unladylike fashion. Then again, it's entirely possible that you wound up stripping because it was a pretty damn warm night last night. Given the lack of a blanket on this couch, that's -probably- how that wound up happening.


You think. Actually you don't. Your head hurts too much for that right at this moment. Thankfully, you're alone in here. So much as you can see at least. This looks like a living room of a rather spacious apartment. Kind of nice, well kept, well, except for your clothes all around. There's a staircase leading to a second floor, and an archway that leads into a kitchen. A few windows also let in the morning light, and aren't particularly well covered...someone passing by looking in'd get a nice eyeful.


What dost thou do?

 

[Skrakes]

Shinki got up, stretched, shut her eyes against the light. Stung. Ladylike, unladylike, all lost on Shinki, a tomboy from birth. She found herself going through the same limbering stretches she had done almost every morning for as long as she could remember, taught to her by her pa.


...best not think about the past. That done, she pulled on her clothes; the dark, uniform-ish coat she usually wore, the padded shirt, heavy cargo pants, a belt, boots. Well... whatever happened last night, she had been hammered as shit. She wondered out to the kitchen, brain aching against the bright lights.


Time to raid the pantry. As she hunted for breakfast, she threw a thought to the demon inside. 'Ey. Do you remember what happened last night?