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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Recovery Period (Azure) Thu Dec 17, 2015 12:50 am
A KING'S REQUIEM
AZURE IRAMASHA 忘れっぽいです
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. The clock continued to slowly bring to a head the next second. The next minute, hour, day, month. It seemed that time became incompreable for Azure Iramasha as he walked the quiet halls of the Vanguard Hospital. He himself was there to recouperate from the damage he had been dealt during the Iceland conflict between himself and the Shadowfall forces. He was here, reluctantly, against his will. Previously the man had been wandering, letting himself sit and fester in the hell that was The Husk and his wounds. The wasteland drowned out his sorrows and replaced them with empty halls and corridors that were walked endlessly, a haze of a memory. But, sadly, he had to come back. He was brought back whether the man had truly wished to be back or not.
Naomi, Kokoro and Kimiyo. The Miyake sisters all had it out for Azure it seemed, making it relatively clear that if he weren't to come back he wouldn't be who they believed him to be. That's why he was once again winding his way down endless halls of white and green that sent out soothing rays of warmth, at least, they were meant to. Azure's body reacted quietly to the emptiness of the Vanguard Hospital, an air of despair hung against the ceiling of the rooms as if death himself walked the halls. Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. The white halls blended in and out as Azure knocked on them, repeatedly tapping to an unexisting beat. The time came and went as he fliped from one side of the hospital to the next.
"I'm just tired. Why here? This place reeks of death. I should be alone, just for awhile. Just so it can fix itself."
Right, fix itself. The Husk that scratched and stirred within Azure's very soul could just be "Fixed". It was so simple, the mending of a soul that has been broken and twisted inside out. It's simple, is it not? No, not truly. Nothing about the soul is simple when its become such a distorted piece of work. That's all that really mattered. Azure was unrepairable as it saw in the current moment. And with that being the case, it only meant that he would do anything and everything he wanted to fix it. There needed to be a way to fix it that wasn't someone digging their ugly and dirty hands into his already tainted soul.
Oh well, the husk giggled within Azure as he continued to walk around the empty hospital. A wave of anguish quickly washed over the hybrid king as his body shuddered. The spiritual energy he sensed, there was little that could keep him from it. Dammit, Dammit, Dammit. A jolt of energy washed along the man's being as his bandages unraveled only slightly as the pressure from his movements sent them spiraling. In mere moments, the man was no longer in the hallway and now made it his duty to arrive in a relatively close room. The door slammed open, breaking against the hinges and cracking all along its structure as his eyes scanned the grey walls.
The welts formed quickly, eyes filled of pure liquid as the tears began to stream down the once humble Hybrid King. Azure Iramasha quietly wept as he inched his way towards the mangled and broken Ash. His son, daughter, whatever the boy wanted to be mattered little to him. The state that his son had been placed in was inexcusable, it only brought a feeling of despair and pathetic fatherhood to the surface of his mind. Finally reaching his way to the side of the thick bed sheets, Azure dragged along a chair stationed nearby to the bed. Plopping his way down, he sighed and wiped the tears dry from his pale skin.
Azure Iramasha could not speak, and did not plan to. The Vanguard Leader was broken, only being able to react to things in small doses. His son was yet another obstacle that he had to lift himself over now that the husk stood within him.