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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.]
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He'd never been there, beyond a quick glance. He knew what was within, that much was easy to pick up on a brief look, and that's all he needed to know. The human view of death was one he didn't quite understand, but the seemingly endless little gravestones with their carved names was not particularly interesting.
Normally he'd pass by this floor again, except for a glimpse of green amidst the solemn garden of stone.
It's just enough to make him divert, and pick his way carefully among the occasional open graves and toppled headstones. Ion was a recognizable form, be he the original or one of the replicas. But why is he here, alone? No place in this tower was really safe for anyone to be roaming by themselves. Lorelei doesn't announce himself, it probably would be better if he did, he simply stops a little behind and to one side, just out of peripheral vision, and reaches to touch one shoulder gently.]
Are you alright?
[It's a strange question in a place like this, with that gravestone right there.]
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Y-yes...I'm fine. Thank you.
[It doesn't sound particularly sincere, but, well, he's in a graveyard, and it's more obvious that he's not fine than he'd like it to be.]
I just wanted to visit my friends but I... [His shoulders sad, and he forces his gaze off of the gravestone that bears his own name.] ...I didn't realize I was going to find yet another name from Auldrant waiting for me.
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You have friends here?
[His tone is soft; it seemed wrong to be overtly loud in this place. The names present are measured, one by one. Empty graves, open graves. Was anything here at all but a reminder? But finding one's own name might be a little unpleasant.
The other Ion had been present, and is now gone. That bitter, cruel, vicious child, a product of necessity.. And all that remains now, the gentler of the two.]
I admit.. I'm surprised. Of all the things I'd have expected, a friendship with him is not one of them. I'm sorry for your loss.
[He didn't understand it. There was nothing there but a stone with a name, it shouldn't matter. But it clearly did to Ion, so that ... at the least, can be respected. There's a moment of rummaging, and then Lorelei produces what looks suspiciously like a candy cane.
He has a lot of them.]
Would you like one? It might help a little.
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[They deserved to be saved--no, they deserved to have the worlds that they represented saved. But a memory was simple enough. Keeping the influence they had on his life well thought of in his heart was something Ion knew he could do. That, at least, he felt he owed them.
Ion's expression only becomes more troubled at Lorelei keeps talking. He looks at the candy cane and accepts it with a movement almost robotic, though takes no move to free it from its wrapper and enjoy the candy. He simply turns it over in his hands and thinks.]
Perhaps saying that what we had between us was a friendship would be...a bit of an exaggeration. It's hard for me to put my feelings about him into words; I don't exactly understand them, myself. [Here, he pauses again, frowning slightly.] My grasp for how he felt of me in return I understand even less.
[Maybe he should resent Ion. It was because of him that he had been disallowed his own unique identity. It was because of him that he had been made to suffer through ordeals that should have been impossible for any normal newborn. It was because of him, in part, that he was so weak.
But no, that wasn't his fault. And Ion couldn't resent his Original. Not when the other boy had died without a single person to mourn him.]
Regardless, I wanted to know him and maybe even befriend him, if given the chance. He's the reason I exist, and he deserves to have a friend just as much as anyone else. No matter what he may have done, or believed, nobody should ever be left alone and forgotten.
[Not the original Ion, not Van, not Sync, not anyone.]
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How strange that a boy who was created at the whims of such a malevolent child would want to know that one better. Was that too, a part of humanity? To try to find some connection when perhaps none even should exist? The original had died before the replica had much chance to know him, and as far as Lorelei thought it was probably for the best. This particular green haired child was a gentle soul. Kind without needing a reason.
Would that the first had been.]
Perhaps.. [Lorelei's voice doesn't rise. This close he doesn't have to. Quiet will do.] Perhaps it doesn't need words. Not all things felt can be spoken about. This may be one of them. Something to be felt and remembered, and not put into words.
[That's how it was sometimes. Certainly he couldn't explain his own reactions to things quite often, why should anyone else? There's a moment's hesitation before he reaches to touch one shoulder again, cautious, uncertain the gesture would be welcome for all that it's meant to be comforting.]
It might ... be a cold comfort. But he will be remembered. I do not forget. [Can't forget. It's probably not much of a comfort at all, honestly.] So long as I exist, there will be the memory of him, and all that he has accomplished. All he felt, all he hated, all he loved. Every joy and sorrow will be forever remembered. All things that live are loved by someone or something somewhere, and what is loved ... can never truly die.
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A cold comfort for who, he wondered. For Ion? Or for the man who had no choice in what he was made to remember?]
A comfort of any kind is a comfort nonetheless.
[They boy takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly in a sigh.]
I only wish he had known.
[Perhaps if Ion had known that someone, anyone, was there for him in some capacity besides his title, he wouldn't have seemed so alone, and let his heart shrink. Without thinking, Ion puts his free hand quietly upon Lorelei's arm and revises his statement.]
That everyone knew.
[He could only imagine how lonely it must have been--to see all, to know and remember all--but never have those people see him in return. At least now, in this place, that was something that could change.]
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Lorelei doesn't think he needs comfort. It is how it has always been. But Ion, left alone and watching his own name on the cold and unfeeling stone.. might.]
Something is better than nothing, I suppose... I would tell you grief fades eventually and time heals all wounds but ... in truth it only dulls it, and the ache will never quite fade. But as it fades other things will be easier to recall. Laughter. Joy. Silliness. In time.
['Now' was too soon. Did Ion grieve for his lost twin? His smile returns at the boy's touch, almost ghostlike.]
All it takes is someone to teach them. Memory, like love and kindness, is a cascade after all. Touch one, and nature compels it to spread, like ripples in a pond. Each one stirs others, and in their wake countless lives breathe again.
[There's a pause, and then he frowns.]
Perhaps you do know it after all. All of you, on some level. Isn't it tradition, to visit these stone monuments, and leave flowers and remember? ... Ah. I'm sorry if I make things worse for you, I really. ...really don't mean to.