[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

As the new day was ushered in by the rising sun and obscured skies, Ventus fortunately rose with it (and not the Alarm Clock; he wakes up only when he's ready to, and not a moment sooner!) instead of remaining comatose in bed, as his own internal clock refused to let the previously fluster to 'sleep in' after they got a full night's rest. Of course, passing out due to emotional overload was hardly the best way to doze off, so when he awoke the researcher was greeted with a muddled head and a throbbing headache, causing him to bite back a groan as he leaned up in bed and rubbed his eyes, pondering what in Reshirim's name happened last night to make him feel this bollucks.

'Uaaaagh......by the Djin, what in Turboblazes transpired at the Bonfire yesterday night that made me feel this wretched? I remember....practicing my Shamisen, furthering honing my skills by preforming my Skirl, comforting Shiva and sharing a moment of joy with her, then....then....ugggh my emotion went out of control because of......bah, I can't recall.....then the sensation of disorientation.....and waking up here feeling Reshirim awful.
Can't recall anymore now, memory's hazy from emotional backlash and.....passing out? At least that is what I believe happen..... *Mental Sighing* Perhaps I'll remember more once my mind clears up, or I can get a recounting of the events from her that lead to me waking up....here? Thinking of which, where am I exactly?'

Once he was through with accessing what he could dredge up from his muddled state and he regained some semblance of awareness, the empath finally took exact note of the room he had been taken to. His eyes sweeping around the various decorations/personal effect as he analyzed them and quickly began drawing up hypothesis of his location......until they finally rested on Shiva with Cottenee in hand, facing away from him and standing right by the window with what felt to be an air of muzzled sleepiness. 'Ah, so this is Shiva's room. Must have escorted me here once I presumably passed out in front of her, instead of taking me to the infirmary for checkup and observation, thank Reshirim. Such compassion, caring, kindness...... I'm blessed that I can call her my dearest friend,' he thought to himself, a smile appearing on his face at the fact that his mystical friend trusted/cared for him so much as to go out of her way to drag and shelter him in her room when he passed out on her. By Reshirim, what would he do without her continued aid/support? Probably ended up in dire straight, in one fashion or another!

Ventus shook his head to clear what fogginess he could from it at the moment (Gritting his teeth as his head throbbed in protest of such action), before he rotated himself so that he was now sitting on the edge of the bed, head in hand as he stared at the back of Shiva. "Good morning, Shiva, or at least I hope that its true for you dear. I don't savor the though of you waking up from unconsciousness with a headache like I have, as I imagine that is one of the worst ways to greet the new day! Urggh.....speaking of which....could you perhaps fetch me my bottle of asprin in my satchel, and explain what caused me to pass out last night? I'm having some difficultly unearthing the finer details from my memory, so I'd appreciate if you shed some more light on the matter!"