1 A Malkavia Trains [Invite Only][No Kill] Sun Jun 26, 2016 12:28 pm
Destiny
D-rank
Chylde... It's time to wake up....
The voice floated within her mind, repeating itself over and over again until the sleeping and dreaming Malkavia could no longer ignore the fact that it was there. A groan broke the silence as she stretched, shook her head no several times over again as if an actual person were standing there and telling her to get up, and she turned onto her side and tugged the covers back up over her head. She was by no means a morning person, and had absolutely no intentions of changing that fact anytime soon. She would much rather stay in bed and return to the lovely dream she was having instead of dealing with the world anytime before noon. Though, to be truthful she had no idea what time it even was...
Demi, my dear. It's already past noon. You need to wake up...
I don't want to.
What about all of that training you wanted to accomplish today?
I changed my mind.. too comfy.
Demitria... how will you ever get as strong as is needed if you laze around in bed all day silly girl?
..... Meh. It was logic that Demi could not argue with. Her father was right of course, he always was. She would not improve, she would not get stronger, if all she did all day was sleep and dream. Still, even with this thought in her mind, even with the fact that she was agreeing with him, it was hard to peel the blankets back and off of herself and face the chilling air of the room she currently slept in. It was even harder to uncurl herself from the ball she had fallen asleep in and stretch out long and hard. Another groan escaped her as she held the stretched pose for nearly ten seconds before curlling back up into herself. She wanted to go back to sleep. She needed to get up.
Needs before wants, chylde...
Sighing to herself Demi sat up in bed and looked around while lifting her right hand and using it to push strands of red and black hair back and out of her face; leaving her purple gaze free to assess the area around her. No one was nearby; in fact, she had the room to herself. Not surprising. Strafe, even though she had taken up residing with him recently, wanted very much to ensure she had as much privacy as she needed. Not that she wanted it. Demitria had no sense of personal space and would have been more than happy to be curled up next to Strafe while he slept - but she had to be adult about it. She had to give him some sense of personal space even if she wanted nothing to do with it.
I do not need to hear these thoughts, Demitria...
Then stop listening!
And let you fall back to sleep like you're about to do? I think not..., came her father's chiding voice followed by an amused chuckle. Well, she had tried. That had to be worth something, right? Grumbling beneath her breath words that could likely get her into a lot of hot water were someone to hear them she shifted her body so that her legs and feet dangled over the edge of the bed. She leaned forward, placing the majority of her weight and balance upon her hands which were on the bed on either side of her, near the edge. She gave her head a shake, attempting as she did so to knock some of the tired feeling away, but all she really accomplished was having more hair fall down in her face. Another grumble and she was pushing it back with her right hand again before standing.
A hiss escaped the female as her toasty warm feet and the cold floor met. She jumped slightly, toes curling defensively. The urge to jump right back into bed and return to her warm spot beneath the blanket almost completely overwhelming. She refrained however, and simply walked her way over to the pile of clothing she had left out the night before for today's activities. She grabbed it up, not really bothering to look what exactly it even consisted of, and then headed out of her bedroom and to the bathroom. The door was open, no one inside, so she stepped in and shut and locked the door behind herself. Her toes wiggled again and she grumbled once more beneath her breath about how the bathroom floor was likewise cold.
Deciding she wanted to take as hot a shower as she could manage Demi turned to the shower and turned the water on, adjusting both until it was hot enough that she would just barely be able to stand washing under such a hot spray. Satisfied she stepped back and shut the curtain to keep the water from spraying out and onto the floor. Quickly she stripped out of the long nightshirt she had been in, bed shorts, and under garments and left them in a heap in the corner - she'd deal with where they went later on after she was toasty warm. The bathroom was already beginning to fill with steam as she pulled the shower curtain back and stepped under the spray. She winced as the spray hit her naked flesh, a bit hotter to the rest of her body than it had felt to her hand, that was for sure. But, after a moment or two her body adjusted to it and she began to wash up. She started with her hair first, getting it wet and giving it a proper wash with shampoo before rinsing it out thoroughly. Conditioner was added to her red and black locks next before she started to wash herself off - letting her hair soak in the conditioner as she did so. As soon as her body was rinsed so too was her head. Completely done she had no reason to stay within the shower and under the warm spray, but that did little to help convince her to actually shut the shower off. It was warm, where as the outside of the shower curtain was likely freezing cold. Definitely no reason to get out, right?
Chylde... stop fooling around. Stay focused.
Ugh... but it's freezing out there.
Only until you dry off and get dressed. The faster you go, the faster you'll be warm again.
Her father was right of course, she knew it, but she still let out a soft whine of a sound - something which caused yet another chuckle of a sound to bounce around her head for a moment. Great, she was amusing him with her child like antics this morning.
"I'm glad someone's amused by this... you know how I am about cold things...", she whispered out loud though the bathroom was still as empty as it had been when she walked in in the first place.
You like Strafe and he's cold...
"Well... I... that's... that's different!" More laughter bounced around her skull before she threw the shower curtain back so hard she almost ripped it from the hooks - but thankfully didn't. The air that assaulted her was indeed colder than the air within the tub itself, but thankfully the steam and heat from the shower had warmed it up considerably from where it had been when she first entered the room.
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The voice floated within her mind, repeating itself over and over again until the sleeping and dreaming Malkavia could no longer ignore the fact that it was there. A groan broke the silence as she stretched, shook her head no several times over again as if an actual person were standing there and telling her to get up, and she turned onto her side and tugged the covers back up over her head. She was by no means a morning person, and had absolutely no intentions of changing that fact anytime soon. She would much rather stay in bed and return to the lovely dream she was having instead of dealing with the world anytime before noon. Though, to be truthful she had no idea what time it even was...
Demi, my dear. It's already past noon. You need to wake up...
I don't want to.
What about all of that training you wanted to accomplish today?
I changed my mind.. too comfy.
Demitria... how will you ever get as strong as is needed if you laze around in bed all day silly girl?
..... Meh. It was logic that Demi could not argue with. Her father was right of course, he always was. She would not improve, she would not get stronger, if all she did all day was sleep and dream. Still, even with this thought in her mind, even with the fact that she was agreeing with him, it was hard to peel the blankets back and off of herself and face the chilling air of the room she currently slept in. It was even harder to uncurl herself from the ball she had fallen asleep in and stretch out long and hard. Another groan escaped her as she held the stretched pose for nearly ten seconds before curlling back up into herself. She wanted to go back to sleep. She needed to get up.
Needs before wants, chylde...
Sighing to herself Demi sat up in bed and looked around while lifting her right hand and using it to push strands of red and black hair back and out of her face; leaving her purple gaze free to assess the area around her. No one was nearby; in fact, she had the room to herself. Not surprising. Strafe, even though she had taken up residing with him recently, wanted very much to ensure she had as much privacy as she needed. Not that she wanted it. Demitria had no sense of personal space and would have been more than happy to be curled up next to Strafe while he slept - but she had to be adult about it. She had to give him some sense of personal space even if she wanted nothing to do with it.
I do not need to hear these thoughts, Demitria...
Then stop listening!
And let you fall back to sleep like you're about to do? I think not..., came her father's chiding voice followed by an amused chuckle. Well, she had tried. That had to be worth something, right? Grumbling beneath her breath words that could likely get her into a lot of hot water were someone to hear them she shifted her body so that her legs and feet dangled over the edge of the bed. She leaned forward, placing the majority of her weight and balance upon her hands which were on the bed on either side of her, near the edge. She gave her head a shake, attempting as she did so to knock some of the tired feeling away, but all she really accomplished was having more hair fall down in her face. Another grumble and she was pushing it back with her right hand again before standing.
A hiss escaped the female as her toasty warm feet and the cold floor met. She jumped slightly, toes curling defensively. The urge to jump right back into bed and return to her warm spot beneath the blanket almost completely overwhelming. She refrained however, and simply walked her way over to the pile of clothing she had left out the night before for today's activities. She grabbed it up, not really bothering to look what exactly it even consisted of, and then headed out of her bedroom and to the bathroom. The door was open, no one inside, so she stepped in and shut and locked the door behind herself. Her toes wiggled again and she grumbled once more beneath her breath about how the bathroom floor was likewise cold.
Deciding she wanted to take as hot a shower as she could manage Demi turned to the shower and turned the water on, adjusting both until it was hot enough that she would just barely be able to stand washing under such a hot spray. Satisfied she stepped back and shut the curtain to keep the water from spraying out and onto the floor. Quickly she stripped out of the long nightshirt she had been in, bed shorts, and under garments and left them in a heap in the corner - she'd deal with where they went later on after she was toasty warm. The bathroom was already beginning to fill with steam as she pulled the shower curtain back and stepped under the spray. She winced as the spray hit her naked flesh, a bit hotter to the rest of her body than it had felt to her hand, that was for sure. But, after a moment or two her body adjusted to it and she began to wash up. She started with her hair first, getting it wet and giving it a proper wash with shampoo before rinsing it out thoroughly. Conditioner was added to her red and black locks next before she started to wash herself off - letting her hair soak in the conditioner as she did so. As soon as her body was rinsed so too was her head. Completely done she had no reason to stay within the shower and under the warm spray, but that did little to help convince her to actually shut the shower off. It was warm, where as the outside of the shower curtain was likely freezing cold. Definitely no reason to get out, right?
Chylde... stop fooling around. Stay focused.
Ugh... but it's freezing out there.
Only until you dry off and get dressed. The faster you go, the faster you'll be warm again.
Her father was right of course, she knew it, but she still let out a soft whine of a sound - something which caused yet another chuckle of a sound to bounce around her head for a moment. Great, she was amusing him with her child like antics this morning.
"I'm glad someone's amused by this... you know how I am about cold things...", she whispered out loud though the bathroom was still as empty as it had been when she walked in in the first place.
You like Strafe and he's cold...
"Well... I... that's... that's different!" More laughter bounced around her skull before she threw the shower curtain back so hard she almost ripped it from the hooks - but thankfully didn't. The air that assaulted her was indeed colder than the air within the tub itself, but thankfully the steam and heat from the shower had warmed it up considerably from where it had been when she first entered the room.
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