RP LOG: Awakening
Who: Tieria, Neil
When: Just after the hangar log of doom in which Ribbons attempts to steal Seravee
Where: Neil's hut
Rating: PG, I guess
Warnings: WANGST... Tieria hates failure, even more so from himself. Be warned.
Notes: Comment log
Summary: After Neil brings Tieria back to his hut from the hangar, the Sheep Beam ether MOMO used to stop the fight wears off, leaving a confused and upset Meister waking up in a different spot then where he'd fallen asleep.
It was gradual, the resurfacing of his consciousness. Slowly, Tieria became aware that he wasn't inside the cockpit of Seravee anymore. It certainly wasn't going to feel this spacious... or comfortable, for that matter. He was on a bed somewhere.
Not liking it when he woke up in unfamiliar places, or, at least, not in the place he last remembered being, he opened his eyes. Whoever had put him there had removed his glasses while he slept, leaving the fine details of the room slightly fuzzed, but he could identify the fact that he was in one of the island's residential huts. He turned his head, glancing around a little to see if he could tell which one. He was able to identify the rabbit hutch on the other side, and the brown fluff inside as Neil's rabbit... 'Tieria'.
Haro...
Tieria sighed a little and shifted to sit up, but quickly changed his mind when moving his arm sent a sharp pain through his elbow that radiated outward to his hand and shoulder in throbbing waves. He couldn't stop the small yelp that escaped in response, and he cradled it gingerly against his chest.
That... was not a good sign.
When: Just after the hangar log of doom in which Ribbons attempts to steal Seravee
Where: Neil's hut
Rating: PG, I guess
Warnings: WANGST... Tieria hates failure, even more so from himself. Be warned.
Notes: Comment log
Summary: After Neil brings Tieria back to his hut from the hangar, the Sheep Beam ether MOMO used to stop the fight wears off, leaving a confused and upset Meister waking up in a different spot then where he'd fallen asleep.
It was gradual, the resurfacing of his consciousness. Slowly, Tieria became aware that he wasn't inside the cockpit of Seravee anymore. It certainly wasn't going to feel this spacious... or comfortable, for that matter. He was on a bed somewhere.
Not liking it when he woke up in unfamiliar places, or, at least, not in the place he last remembered being, he opened his eyes. Whoever had put him there had removed his glasses while he slept, leaving the fine details of the room slightly fuzzed, but he could identify the fact that he was in one of the island's residential huts. He turned his head, glancing around a little to see if he could tell which one. He was able to identify the rabbit hutch on the other side, and the brown fluff inside as Neil's rabbit... 'Tieria'.
Haro...
Tieria sighed a little and shifted to sit up, but quickly changed his mind when moving his arm sent a sharp pain through his elbow that radiated outward to his hand and shoulder in throbbing waves. He couldn't stop the small yelp that escaped in response, and he cradled it gingerly against his chest.
That... was not a good sign.