鳴上 悠 [Narukami Yu] (
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005 | ❝Come back for the hope that you've stolen...❞
Characters: Yu and you it will never get old
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the doorunless you're his roommate). For close CR, there's an animal other than a crane for them of their choosing. He was in a giving mood. :c
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the door
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
Floor 22- Why do they keep meeting here...
[His name was stated by a person who just stopped after seeing a familiar visage.
Is it an illusion, or is he just as real as this never-ending tower? Ah, his brain has not been in the right mindset these last few days. Seconds became days and months became years as Lelouch's still faded mind recognized the face as well as the surroundings around them.
The Art Room was it? He can't really remember, for all he saw right now was the vague shape of a person as well as Yu's face.]
I don't know but they need a better meeting place...
[Yu turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. What was with that tone? Had something happened that he was not yet aware of? Either way, he does not seem to be in the best of conditions... but he is indeed there.]
What happened?
Y e p
[There's silence as the man processed the question.
"What happened?"
That's a question isn't it. What happened what happened.] A desolate world, a failed plan, everyone dead, wastelands, prolonged survival of myself. [Nightmares, dreams... Ah, that was what happened wasn't it? He couldn't really recall-
No wait, he did recall something-
Falling, falling, falling, falling through a deep chasm, the remains of his throne, ah that's right he was an Emperor wasn't he? The Zero Requiem, the plan for him to die, that was what he was doing was it? Falling to his own death yet again.]
...I suppose a lot happened and yet none happened, Yu.
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...It wasn't your fault, as hard as it may be to believe.
[He had his own nightmares, after all. Some of them were his fault, but others... well, some wounds continue to ooze every now and then.]
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[He's going to just start walking towards Yu, his empty eyes continuing to stare at the man who shared his voice.]
Who must I blame. You? Everyone else? This tower? After all, my plan wrought this destruction upon my own.
[His mind was clouded with insanity, that much was certain as he continues to spout senseless phrases from his mouth.]
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[He has no idea about this plan Lelouch is speaking of, no clue what happened in the world the one he shares a voice with. What he does know?]
If it were our faults, then wouldn't the actions of a few saving my world from oblivion had led to the same? It makes no sense.
[Something is warning him, telling him to be wary of this insanity...]
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Sense
That's right, sense. What had he lost within the blurry days of an empty wasteland? What had he lost? Lost lost lost.
Everything. Days blurred together, nightmares plagued him, he had to survive, and therefore his instincts to survive, to live prevented him from dying, much as he'd like to.]
...I see.
[CRACK! Like a whip, he finds his rational thoughts gradually returning as the word SENSE reminded him to grab hold of his true thoughts. Lelouch vi Britannia, no Lamperouge, no, Zero. Returned in parts as the conversation continued.]
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[Whether it's antagonistic or not isn't certain. What is clear is a slight amount of concern in his eyes for this acquaintance, breaking through his otherwise emotionless mask.]
Do you really see the reality behind this web of lies that those with power have set before us? It may be true, or it may not. After all, they enjoy toying with our minds. Make us see and experience every illusion as though it were reality.
[He offers a hand. It's no trick, more than a metaphysical sense of reaching out... He's sincerely trying to show that he is here. He's real. There is no falsehood but the grotesque pictures around them.
A small, golden orb shines in his hand...dispelling the lies.]
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He's starting to remember, that's right, the voice that is so similar and yet not, the grey hair, as well as his words. It couldn't be a mistake.
Yu.
That was his name, they had only spoken a few times but it's slowly getting clearer. Lies disappeared, truth appeared, his mind process was healing faster, albeit still not completely enough.]
I see the miserable existence of this tower.
[That's right. His name. His true nature. He was...]
I am Lelouch Lamperouge.
["Zero, the man who will destroy the world...
And create it anew."]
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Most of the work would have to be in Lelouch's time. All of what he and his power can do is simply guide and give a gentle push... Just like now, as they stood here amidst the paintings where they previously met. He wants to do more, but there is little else he can do for the moment.]
Welcome back, Lamperouge-san... Even though it's a welcome most wouldn't want.
[Because it's hell, because some would rather run from this truth. He knew plenty would run still, yet here he stood.]
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[There's a swish of his white royal clothes, frayed and torn here and there from his trips back home as he assumed his usual composure. While deep within his sanity is not wholly back yet, at the very least, his usual behavior is coming back full force.]
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I know what you mean... Even if what I saw wasn't real.
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[There's a chuckle, empty as it sounds, but at least it's not really deranged like last week.]
Though I suppose the Tower won't really comply with that, wouldn't they?
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[Besides their... other voice sibling. Not like he'll bring that one up or anything, though.]
I somehow doubt they would, especially considering what continues to happen in this place.
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[If he showed any indications that
...It was unfortunate, that was.
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[Which was true. There is always a way in which things could be worse. Thing is, he had something called pride...
Must run from Persona to user.]
How much of a recap would you like?
[At least he's offering to fill someone in one what happened while he was on his trip back home?]
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[...especially since Jun's death at that point made him useless for further information gathering right now.]
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[> You go into vague detail about what occurred to the groups as a whole...]
[> You conveniently leave out what happened in any individual pods, especially Jason's.]
[> Tendrils and toy puns were involved...]
[> ...It's still pretty graphic.]
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Somehow, I'm not surprised that such a thing happened.
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