Nuclear Rage
EXP: 64,948, Level: 10
Level completed: 99%,
EXP required for next Level: 52
Stunned silence followed Hayate’s proclamation. As he continued to down the bottle of whiskey, Felicity stood there. Was she really a General? Was Hayate truly honoring her? Was any of this real?
Perplexed, she stood there. In the middle of the massive wreckage that was her new working quarters. This place was the result of her own destruction. Did she deserve an office? A generals position? Was she ready after what just went down? In a series of minutes, they went from just meeting again to this. This…
Tears continued to fall down her cheeks, splattering onto the dust coated floor. She was a child with a terrible temper and an inability to forget her past! Could she do this? Any of this? She lifted her hand to her temple. She was so unsure, yet as her back throbbed, she wanted this.
She wanted to be recognized. She wanted to earn Hayate’s respect. She wanted power. She wanted everything that had been handed to her. She fought for it. Yet she wondered if she earned it.
She swallowed, sniffling as she grimaced. Her fists tightened as she felt the eyes of the masses on her. Regardless of whether or not she deserved it, here it was. Her moment. Everything she desired was awaiting her grand entry. Her memories told her she would just find a way to fail. Her memories wanted to prevent her from enjoying this. Her traumas, he lies she learned to believe, prevented her from enjoying this. Yet, she would for now play the part. She hastily wiped her eyes and stood straight. She unballed her fist and with twitching fingers smoothed out her hair. For the first time in months, consideration for her appearance entered her mind again. She looked in the direction of the opened wall. The bitterly cold winds dried her eyes as she marched to the edge. She looked down into a street flooded with unfamiliar faces. Unfamiliar faces she was responsible for.
She did take this seriously.
“List-“ her voice cracked from the lump in her throat. Felicity lifted her hand, cleared her throat, then lowered it again. She stood tall.
“Listen! My office needs fixed! So who amongst you all want to help your new General Rhyolite pick out a wallpaper?!â€
It was all just an act. Her moment was internally ruined by her PTSD.
Last edited by Flamebird; 10-19-2019 at 11:26 AM.
"I can't be proud of anything. I am ashamed of everything."
"I gave my heart, my allegiance, all my energy for this and got nothing but ashes in return. What on earth did I do to deserve being chewed and spit out like this? Time and time again, it's all the same."
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