Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-13 15:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, aspel cassul, magnolia paget |
Well everything is nothing, It always turns to something, If you give it time....
Who: Aspel & Mag
What: A reunion and catching up.
Where: The Armory & Aspel's apartment.
When: Right after this.
Rating: PG?
Status: Complete
Ting. The metal of the hammer slammed against the heated steel of her reforged sword, letting the metal spread out and lengthen at each blow. In the end, after looking at the atrocious condition of it after the last fight - the iron crabs really did do quite the number on it - there had been no other option in her mind. It was either attempt to reforge the blade today, and leave her offensive abilities compromised in this second, or keep find other ways to fight. However, to leave the sword to be broken completely in combat, or - perhaps even worse - having to resort to carrying the dusty sledgehammer from the weapons rack in the storage room both seemed foul options. While picking up her sledgehammer again was a terribly, terribly tempting feeling as of late between all the other urges and feelings she was struggling with, Aspel had barely managed to reign in her self control on the matter. Which was the whole reason for this blasted sword. To keep her from the hammer, to keep her from the dark associated with it in her head, to keep her from falling back into all of her old habits, to keep her from falling back into.... But it was so terribly tempting. Especially, with how it just sat on the rack, and her eyes fell upon it every day before heading up the stairs into her apartment. Clang. She couldn't help the low noise of displeasure that emerged in the back of her throat as a hand quickly slammed the hammer against the steal a few more times over. It was a feeble attempt to relieve a fraction of the frustration, and anger, that felt like it was welling up beneath her surface. What was going on in her life? How had she gotten here? What was she doing? Hadn't she resigned herself to a quiet life of smithing, and remaining off as many radars as possible just half a year before? Why was everything suddenly exploding around her? An exasperated noise was let out, an overly forceful strike seemed to wear the metal a bit thin in one spot. This of course, only caused her frustration to rise. Could she not even smith anymore? Would even this simple, non-complicated please be taken too? This had to be the councils fault. Why could they not have been collected and together enough previously to not need new members. If they hadn't needed new members, if the citizens of Emillion had not been a trifle panicked, she never would have even considered the thought of actually entertaining such a notion. It was ridiculous, atrocious, it was appalling, what was she even doing with a council position? What blind idiot had made this decision? Clank. With a growl she attempted to move the steel of the blade to cover up her mistake, but thoughts still ran hot under her skin, bringing emotions to a near boiling point. What had been wrong with Drake? Was the man out of his blasted mind? Why had she kissed him on the cheek? What was going on with Ari? Why was she making all of these bloody exceptions? If she resigned now could the guild survive? Was she already giving into the darkness with each passing day? Was her regular attendance with church, new class and strong moves towards being a good woman of Faram not enough? Had her good intentions - even when trying her best to repent - really lead her down the road to hell no matter what she did now? Was the aspect of Fell why her family so strongly pressed for the women to not be knights? Why in bloody hell had she told Ari when and not if? What would be thought of all of this? Why had everything been going to hell and all her friends getting hurt? Why was this all happening right after her appointment to council? What would her family think about the council appointment? Why did Seloria avoid her? Why hadn't the other woman said anything to her before? Was she ever going to be able to speak with Rictor on reasonable terms? What would happen if the darkness did over take her again? What if the Onyx Guard reached Emilion's shores? What if Ari found out? Drake? Vivi? Rictor? Seloria? The guild? When was she going to let them down? When was she going to let everything break? Thawp. Was the noise that echoed through the main room as Aspel had finally nearly snapped, the smithing hammer flung across the room in a fit of emotion to smack against the wall where she kept her tools. It broke a hook, causing a few things to clatter to the counter below it which, of course, only made her feel that much more infuriated and upset. The two emotions playing into each other, anger spiking as she internally ridiculed herself for being weak and childish for being upset, and being more upset over feeling more angry at her clear inability to be anything even remotely functional, or - Faram - even a remotely decent human being. Her face fell, hands rising up to cover it, the threat of tears felt but it was hard to tell just how close they were when a knock came at the door. Blast all. A noise of clanking metal and an earthy grumble came from the back of her mind and Aspel nearly snapped at it aloud before locking her jaw. Talking to nothing, especially when there was someone outside that she didn't even know who it was, could potentially be a bad move. Sucking in a deep breath and stalking towards the door, she prepped herself to deliver the standard 'My apologies, The Armory is not open today' speech that she had gotten sickeningly familiar with. Each repetition of the words caused her stomach to turn a little more. Though, as her eyes rose to the person who stood behind the door as she pulled it open the idea she'd steeled herself for instantly vanished, and eyes widened a bit. "Mag!" There was a flood of relief so sudden it was nearly painful, and Aspel reached out quickly, moving to hug the other woman before shifting to usher her through the door. "What are you doing here?" |