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a thousand points of light or shame
Mar. 13th, 2021 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valianthearts[ It's been really difficult for Laura to sleep. Insomnia isn't something she's used to, either. She's developed tried and true methods of quelling restless thoughts, and her disciplined body then follows in turn.
Since everything that's happened, it hasn't been so easy. Losing Father. Losing Millium. Losing Rean after he went berserk—none of them able to help him when they needed him most. Laura can't remember the last time she's felt so weak, and she can't seem to make things right in her head no matter what she tries. There's no way she can spend another night just lying awake, so instead she chooses to do something foolish.
Unsurprisingly, she isn't the only member of old Class VII who's had trouble sleeping. It's been common to hear the others up and about at all hours, which means she shouldn't be raising much suspicion by leaving the Atelier at this hour. With haste, she then makes her way toward the Saint-Gral Labyrinth. There at least she can focus on something other than her loss and weakness.
Even just by herself, she's able to defeat the first dozen or so fiends with ease. The longer she goes, though, the sloppier and more unfocused she becomes. During one of the skirmishes, an opportunistic Mizerambler is able to land a hit with its scythe, cutting an inch or two into her side, and blood stains the white of her coat. Laura turns on it with a growl. ]
You…!
[ It's certainly enough to distract her from other nearby monsters, and they begin to prepare their own attacks. ]
Since everything that's happened, it hasn't been so easy. Losing Father. Losing Millium. Losing Rean after he went berserk—none of them able to help him when they needed him most. Laura can't remember the last time she's felt so weak, and she can't seem to make things right in her head no matter what she tries. There's no way she can spend another night just lying awake, so instead she chooses to do something foolish.
Unsurprisingly, she isn't the only member of old Class VII who's had trouble sleeping. It's been common to hear the others up and about at all hours, which means she shouldn't be raising much suspicion by leaving the Atelier at this hour. With haste, she then makes her way toward the Saint-Gral Labyrinth. There at least she can focus on something other than her loss and weakness.
Even just by herself, she's able to defeat the first dozen or so fiends with ease. The longer she goes, though, the sloppier and more unfocused she becomes. During one of the skirmishes, an opportunistic Mizerambler is able to land a hit with its scythe, cutting an inch or two into her side, and blood stains the white of her coat. Laura turns on it with a growl. ]
You…!
[ It's certainly enough to distract her from other nearby monsters, and they begin to prepare their own attacks. ]
