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towerofanimus2013-12-07 09:40 pm
fragileprophet) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-07 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
the sixth - we'll work it all out together
Characters: Ion and you!
Setting: Dorm room 1-16 in the morning and then the graveyard, floor 48, for most of the rest of the day up until evening, and then the library on floor 3.
Format: Starting with action but I'm perfectly happy with either!
Summary: Ion notices some people have disappeared and reacts accordingly.
Warnings: None for now, just general sadness.
Dorm 1-16, morning
[Ion wasn't expecting it to be anything other than a normal day. True, most of the days in the Tower weren't anything particularly pleasant os special, but he could hope that it would at least appear to start as any other, uneventful day. When he woke up and found one of the beds empty, he would have simply assumed that Raven had left early. Ion, unfortunately, didn't get much farther before he stopped on his way out. A name was most definitely missing from the list of the room inhabitants.
As if to be sure he simply wasn't overlooking it, Ion read the list of names two, three times before it really started to register that Raven had left the Tower. A knot formed in his throat, and he put a hand to a forehead. Perhaps he didn't ineract with the stoic man as much as he would have liked, or as much as he should have, but he had become somewhat fond of his roommate.]
Floor 48, mid-day
[Perhaps it was discovering that Raven had disappeared from the Tower that had inspired Ion to take a trip to the graveyard. But it was ultimately the cluster of names from Auldrant that the Fon Master was drawn to. Because, honestly, he wasn't sure he could ever pay his respects to his friends enough. Ion didn't like to advertise when he was feeling down, or feeling out of hope, but the longer he stayed in the Tower the more melancholy he feared he was becoming.
He resolved not to linger. To simply find them, maybe pray for them, and go back to his day. Maybe he could find someone to help. Ion hadn't been expecting to find another gravestone--let alone one that had his own name. For a long few minutes, it was all he could do to stand and stare at it. It wasn't his own name, of course it wasn't. It was the other Ion. The real Ion, his original. And yet there was something so ominous about seeing your name, whether or not it actually referred to your or not, staring you in the face.
Maybe it was simply unavoidable. Where he came from, it was simply a fact that his Original was dead. And the idea of being dead, himself, shouldn't scare him when he knew he was nothing more than a frail replica. Somehow, even mulling these logical ideas over in his head, Ion couldn't tear his eyes away.
And more than that, he couldn't stop himself from feeling so strangely upset at the loss of his Original.]
Floor 3, evening
[Eventually, Ion had to leave the graveyard. It was getting late, dark, colder, and harder to stand. People had come and gone, and starting to feel tired, Ion didn't want to risk running into a monster. At the same time, however, he wasn't so sure he was ready to go back to his dorm. Maybe it was the idea of sleeping. He knew when he woke up, it wouldn't erase the problems. The people who had left would still be gone.
Or maybe it was simply the idea of withering away. Maybe it was the knowledge that somebody knew would fill Raven's bed as if Raven had never been there to begin with.
None of that would be the fault of any of his roommates, new or otherwise. It wasn't fair to them for Ion to treat them with any smaller measure of consideration due to his own insecurities.
So, without having any real aim, Ion began to walk. He made his way to the nearest elevator, took it down to the bottom of the Tower, and eventually found his way into the library on the third floor. It was with heavy legs and an even heavier heart that Ion sunk into one of the many cushioned chairs located in some abstract corner of the tangle of shelves.
He sighs where he sits, and can be found with his eyes closed. His face would almost appear peaceful if his brow wasn't knit so tightly. Ion could easily be mistaken for asleep, though if he hears you coming, lost in his thoughts or not, he'll kindly correct that assumption.]
Setting: Dorm room 1-16 in the morning and then the graveyard, floor 48, for most of the rest of the day up until evening, and then the library on floor 3.
Format: Starting with action but I'm perfectly happy with either!
Summary: Ion notices some people have disappeared and reacts accordingly.
Warnings: None for now, just general sadness.
Dorm 1-16, morning
[Ion wasn't expecting it to be anything other than a normal day. True, most of the days in the Tower weren't anything particularly pleasant os special, but he could hope that it would at least appear to start as any other, uneventful day. When he woke up and found one of the beds empty, he would have simply assumed that Raven had left early. Ion, unfortunately, didn't get much farther before he stopped on his way out. A name was most definitely missing from the list of the room inhabitants.
As if to be sure he simply wasn't overlooking it, Ion read the list of names two, three times before it really started to register that Raven had left the Tower. A knot formed in his throat, and he put a hand to a forehead. Perhaps he didn't ineract with the stoic man as much as he would have liked, or as much as he should have, but he had become somewhat fond of his roommate.]
Floor 48, mid-day
[Perhaps it was discovering that Raven had disappeared from the Tower that had inspired Ion to take a trip to the graveyard. But it was ultimately the cluster of names from Auldrant that the Fon Master was drawn to. Because, honestly, he wasn't sure he could ever pay his respects to his friends enough. Ion didn't like to advertise when he was feeling down, or feeling out of hope, but the longer he stayed in the Tower the more melancholy he feared he was becoming.
He resolved not to linger. To simply find them, maybe pray for them, and go back to his day. Maybe he could find someone to help. Ion hadn't been expecting to find another gravestone--let alone one that had his own name. For a long few minutes, it was all he could do to stand and stare at it. It wasn't his own name, of course it wasn't. It was the other Ion. The real Ion, his original. And yet there was something so ominous about seeing your name, whether or not it actually referred to your or not, staring you in the face.
Maybe it was simply unavoidable. Where he came from, it was simply a fact that his Original was dead. And the idea of being dead, himself, shouldn't scare him when he knew he was nothing more than a frail replica. Somehow, even mulling these logical ideas over in his head, Ion couldn't tear his eyes away.
And more than that, he couldn't stop himself from feeling so strangely upset at the loss of his Original.]
Floor 3, evening
[Eventually, Ion had to leave the graveyard. It was getting late, dark, colder, and harder to stand. People had come and gone, and starting to feel tired, Ion didn't want to risk running into a monster. At the same time, however, he wasn't so sure he was ready to go back to his dorm. Maybe it was the idea of sleeping. He knew when he woke up, it wouldn't erase the problems. The people who had left would still be gone.
Or maybe it was simply the idea of withering away. Maybe it was the knowledge that somebody knew would fill Raven's bed as if Raven had never been there to begin with.
None of that would be the fault of any of his roommates, new or otherwise. It wasn't fair to them for Ion to treat them with any smaller measure of consideration due to his own insecurities.
So, without having any real aim, Ion began to walk. He made his way to the nearest elevator, took it down to the bottom of the Tower, and eventually found his way into the library on the third floor. It was with heavy legs and an even heavier heart that Ion sunk into one of the many cushioned chairs located in some abstract corner of the tangle of shelves.
He sighs where he sits, and can be found with his eyes closed. His face would almost appear peaceful if his brow wasn't knit so tightly. Ion could easily be mistaken for asleep, though if he hears you coming, lost in his thoughts or not, he'll kindly correct that assumption.]
[libraryyyyyyyyyyy]
Ion will hear him on the other side of a shelf, first, heavy footsteps and the rustle of a cloak thrown back over his shoulders but never quite discarded. A mumbled comment of "Someone should sue for new material" follows, and then the sound of a book being pulled off a shelf. With that in hand, Asch makes for the end of the row, the slim volume tucked under his arm as he makes for one of his more usual seats in the back...
...Only to find it occupied by something small and green.]
Little late to be taking a nap.
Re: [libraryyyyyyyyyyy]
He does open his eyes, however, when a familiar voice sounds in front of him.]
You're right. I'm sorry.
[The boy pushes himself up so he's sitting less lax in the seat, then tries unthinkingly to put a smile back on his face. It comes slowly, like he'd almost forgotten how.]
It felt too early to retire to my dorm...but I guess I'm a bit more tired than I realized.
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[Something happened - they're not quite friends, but Asch knows well enough that even when resting, Ion is usually alert, and that typical smile comes too slow.
Without another word, Asch steps over and turns around to he can sit with his back against the chair at Ion's feet, pulling his cloak closed over his knees. Facing away, at least Ion doesn't have to force a smile for him.]
If you need to rest, I'll keep watch.
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...Thank you.
[His smile falls once again with the redhead's back facing him, and he sighs. Ion isn't quite sure what to say. He can't exactly admit that he's not so sure he wants to even see Anise at the moment. Of course Ion always wants to see Anise, but when the fact that she's been so secretive and dodgy is all he can seem to think about, he knew it would only hurt to have her around.
And it would feel so selfish, too, he knew. To force her to protect him while he bounced listlessly about the Tower, knowing that she had things she wanted to leave unsaid.]
I...I'll try not to keep you for too long.
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[He cracks open the book, but turns the pages without really paying too much attention - the beginnings of these are always the same, anyway. Pretty Girl Meets Mysterious Man. Strange Happenings in Local Forest, and She is Alone.
He'd been pleasantly surprised when he'd chanced upon the collection of lesbian stories, at least, although the one about mermaids left him with more questions than anything else.]
I'm usually sitting about where you are at this hour.
[He shifts a little to learn up better against the lower part of the armrest near Ion's legs, debating whether or not to comment. Ion certainly seems a little more lost than usual - it's a surprising reminder that the boy is neither as old nor as confident has usually seems to be.
In the end, he opts for letting Ion be the one to decide if it's worth talking about.]
Did something happen?
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Ion's gone.
[Of course it's clear who he's referring to. He knows Asch doesn't need further clarification.]
I didn't even realize until I saw his name on one of the graves.
[He can't help but feel guilty. He should have made a bigger effort to befriend his original in whatever capacity of he was capable of. He should have noticed that the other-him was gone the second he had disappeared. It shouldn't have been something that Ion simply stumbled upon with shock and surprise.
And it was still so surreal, though he know it shouldn't have been, to see his own name presented to him on a marker for the dead.]
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I see.
[He should have something to say. It's another Auldrant as good as lost, and the other Ion was the only person that Asch could say he knew at all who also had a replica - he's hardly met those from Xion's world. And yet at the same time, he can't spare any particular grief for the boy's leaving, because there are people more deserving of it, more deserving of his energy.]
I noticed a lot of names disappearing this month. And Jade's been the only new arrival so far.
[Even if he doesn't approach them, he notices the few faces with their oatmeal, the people wandering lost through the lower few floors where most newcomers start their exploring. There haven't been any others.]
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Yes, I've noticed that as well. [He pauses and thinks about all the stones in the graveyard. It's a floor that just kept growing and growing and growing.]
One of my roommates disappeared, too. His name was Raven; I'm not sure if you met him or not. He was a good man.
[And it worried him, now. Each and every new face only meant a new world that had been destroyed, didn't it? For every one person saved, millions of other souls were obliterated in an instant.]
I'm glad to see Jade...but I can't stop myself from wondering if he'll vanish just as suddenly.
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[It's strange to think about, but the two of them sharing this corner of the library have been at the Tower the longest of anyone from Auldrant.]
I didn't know anyone named Raven, but there's a lot of people I knew by face that I haven't seen in some time.
[This time last year... Well, he's on the fourth floor. The Luke that's left is on the fifth. Now they can't even keep the first full.
He folds the book off to the side.]
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[Even with the alarming rate in which residents have been starting to disappear, there still were so many people. Ion didn't blame Asch for not knowing the names of many. He couldn't say that he knew every face he saw in passing, either.]
I never even got the chance to see the other Jade that was in the Tower. He disappeared so soon after I arrived.
[The same could be said of so many others--Sync, Luke, Tear, Guy...but he hadn't even seen Jade, back then. Not once.]
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[Even if just so that you knew who was missing.]
He wasn't around very much anyway - Zo dropped him a few times before losing him completely. I suppose there was something about him that was particularly slippery.
[It's a sour sounding comment. If the current Jade is anything alike... well, maybe in a month or two he won't be so quick to cut Asch down for considering death a valid option.]
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That sounds like Jade.
[Ion couldn’t imagine the colonel wanting anyone to dictate his actions. Not when he didn’t have some sort of subtle influence to turn the unfavorable situation into one of his own making.]
But if he stays [And Ion could only hope that he would.] I’m sure he’ll prove a great asset.
[Slippery he may be, nobody could claim that Jade wasn’t brilliant, capable, and driven.]