Post by Tesarus on Apr 5, 2015 15:45:10 GMT
Its a very simple build of a room. Just walls, stasis chamber at one side, a table in the middle of the room. Not very interesting at all.
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Tesarus opened his rooms portal and shut it behind him. The door shuttered as it latched shut sealing the room off from the hall way. Tesarus walked over to his favorite sitting place and slumped down against the wall till he was sitting against the ground facing the door. As he sat there he was quickly reminded by his self that he was indeed bored. He had over the years learned to be able to resist the urges to end his boredom. Though most of the time he feels no need to resist the overwhelming need to not be bored, but some occasions did, in his opinion, need some restraint.
The cool metal underneath him began to slowly heat up as his bodies own heat escaped into the floor. As he sat there he savored his last fight. Going through every moment, savoring the pleasure in his fighting. He tried to get all the joy and excitement from all of his engagements, even when the fighting's all done. Being consumed by a need to be satisfied he found many ways to feed the never ending boredom. Recalling his fights was just one of many ways he used. Then he remembered his souvenir from his latest battle. He lowered his servo and grabbed the T-cog that he ripped from the bird beast that he had had in his grasp. The T-cog looked to him like any other T-cog but he knew that Tarn had a craving for them as he had one for not being bored. So he and Vos were gathering some while he was gone.
When he finished going through his memories he laid his helm back against the wall and gazed at the door of his room. Tesarus sat there doing nothing yet. He enjoyed the tomes where he could just sit and do nothing. For there was not many times when he could sit and twiddle his digits,but when one of those rare times occurred he tries his best to make them last.
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Tesarus opened his rooms portal and shut it behind him. The door shuttered as it latched shut sealing the room off from the hall way. Tesarus walked over to his favorite sitting place and slumped down against the wall till he was sitting against the ground facing the door. As he sat there he was quickly reminded by his self that he was indeed bored. He had over the years learned to be able to resist the urges to end his boredom. Though most of the time he feels no need to resist the overwhelming need to not be bored, but some occasions did, in his opinion, need some restraint.
The cool metal underneath him began to slowly heat up as his bodies own heat escaped into the floor. As he sat there he savored his last fight. Going through every moment, savoring the pleasure in his fighting. He tried to get all the joy and excitement from all of his engagements, even when the fighting's all done. Being consumed by a need to be satisfied he found many ways to feed the never ending boredom. Recalling his fights was just one of many ways he used. Then he remembered his souvenir from his latest battle. He lowered his servo and grabbed the T-cog that he ripped from the bird beast that he had had in his grasp. The T-cog looked to him like any other T-cog but he knew that Tarn had a craving for them as he had one for not being bored. So he and Vos were gathering some while he was gone.
When he finished going through his memories he laid his helm back against the wall and gazed at the door of his room. Tesarus sat there doing nothing yet. He enjoyed the tomes where he could just sit and do nothing. For there was not many times when he could sit and twiddle his digits,but when one of those rare times occurred he tries his best to make them last.