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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.]
floor 48
He saw Ion and waved shyly, going over though he was ready to back away if Ion did not want company.] Hello...
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Regardless of what emotional state Ion might have been in, he was always happy to see his friends.]
Hello, Taiki. Have you come to visit someone you know, as well?
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[He gives Taiki the most reassuring smile he can manage under the circumstances, then looks back toward the graves once more.]
I could tell you about some of the people from my world who are no longer with us in the Tower, if you'd like.
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[Ion looks away from the younger boy, but only so he can look at the gravestones. There are so many names, it's hard to say where to start. So he supposes he'll start with the obvious choice.]
Luke was one of my closest friends, though the two of the three that are no longer in the Tower were from such different points in time that I'm sure only one of them would consider me a friend in return.
[In truth, the Luke that had been in the Tower first and for so long would probably see Ion as little more than a liability. Not that Ion ever blamed him; he was rather weak, after all.]
He was very sheltered from the outside world when I first met him, and made many of mistakes because of it, but by the time I arrived in the Tower he had grown so much as a person it's hard for me not to admire him.
[A soft, caring smile lights up Ion's face.]
If you haven't already met him, there's still a Luke left in the Tower, though I'm afraid that, much like the first, he still has a great deal to learn and can seem a bit abrasive. Once you get to know him, though, he's a very good friend to have.
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He sounds really nice... and it is good that he learned to not make mistakes anymore... sorry... that is important... that you learn to be a nicer and better person...
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It’s only natural for people to make mistakes. We may not be able to stop ourselves from making them, but we can use them to grow as individuals.
[He folds his hands in front of him, his fingers playing idly with one another.]
I wouldn’t blame anyone for making a poor decision, though it is, of course, sometimes easier to do so.
[Ion can’t help but think about Akzeriuth. He hadn’t wanted--and still didn’t want--to blame Luke for what had happened, though it had ultimately been the boy’s naivety that had led to the destruction of the distressed city. At the time, he had simply been disappointed, perhaps even hurt, by Luke’s complete refusal to admit to his mistakes. Things had changed, however. Luke had changed.]
But you’re right, Taiki. Without learning from the choices we make that we regret, we cannot hope to better ourselves. And that’s very important.
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