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towerofanimus2014-03-21 05:37 pm
myblueskies) wrote in towerofanimus2014-03-21 05:37 pm
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Why do you even try?
Characters: Romeo and you
Setting: Everywhere, Tower of Jenova plot 10th-22nd March
Format: Either, all
Summary: Romeo catch all for plot, up until the kill switch. Details of his mutations and behaviour is here
Warnings: Illness, body horror/mutations, despair and dooms-saying. Romeo won't be physically violent but there might still be injury/death. Also note that the closer you are to Romeo/the more he has supported you before the worse he will be (in the last two prompts)
10th-13th: All around the tower
It is very strange for Romeo to not feel enthusiasm for anything. Usually he woke up early, ran around getting ready and tidying his part of the room before setting out with Pinocchio to find food and adventure. Even when bad things happened, which they often did he was active and positive, trying to help and change things and make things better for those he could.
But one morning he woke up and didn't want to get out of bed, it wasn't the first time it had ever happened. He had felt like this in the days after Alfredo had died, until the Black Brothers had made him stand up.
He sighed and forced himself out of bed looking at the rash on his hands. "What is this Pinocchio?" He sounded scared. Pinocchio just nuzzled his hands.
He went on as usual, trying to fight the feeling of being sad and not wanting to do anything. Often stopping at corners to punch the air, desperately trying to keep his spirits up. It got harder and harder to do so though as the days went on and the rash slowly changed to lesions that burst every so often.
14th and 15th: Around the tower
Within a few days Romeo didn't have any hope left. They were all going to die here in this tower and it was stupid to think otherwise. He was sullen to anyone who came near him and sometimes just felt an overwhelming urge to tell them that they were wrong. Nothing was going to be alright, there was no way they could get out of this situation and there was no point in trying.
At first he just told anyone he encountered, but soon he realised everyone needed to know and felt the urge to seak people out, his friends, those he had helped before, to tell them how he had been wrong, about how everything was helpless and there was no point anymore.
16th onwards: Around the tower
Romeo's eyes had changed and so had his body. He had four sets of white feathered wings set into his back. Big and heavy, far too big and heavy for a boy of Romeo's height and they weighed him down, dragging along the floor when he walked.
He accepted them though, such things had happened before and would happen again. Because the administrators and those that sought to hurt them had all the power. He continued to wander the tower, looking for those that had to have their hope destroyed. Seeking to wipe it all out, crush it beneath his feet and replace it with despair.
The way things should be.
Setting: Everywhere, Tower of Jenova plot 10th-22nd March
Format: Either, all
Summary: Romeo catch all for plot, up until the kill switch. Details of his mutations and behaviour is here
Warnings: Illness, body horror/mutations, despair and dooms-saying. Romeo won't be physically violent but there might still be injury/death. Also note that the closer you are to Romeo/the more he has supported you before the worse he will be (in the last two prompts)
10th-13th: All around the tower
It is very strange for Romeo to not feel enthusiasm for anything. Usually he woke up early, ran around getting ready and tidying his part of the room before setting out with Pinocchio to find food and adventure. Even when bad things happened, which they often did he was active and positive, trying to help and change things and make things better for those he could.
But one morning he woke up and didn't want to get out of bed, it wasn't the first time it had ever happened. He had felt like this in the days after Alfredo had died, until the Black Brothers had made him stand up.
He sighed and forced himself out of bed looking at the rash on his hands. "What is this Pinocchio?" He sounded scared. Pinocchio just nuzzled his hands.
He went on as usual, trying to fight the feeling of being sad and not wanting to do anything. Often stopping at corners to punch the air, desperately trying to keep his spirits up. It got harder and harder to do so though as the days went on and the rash slowly changed to lesions that burst every so often.
14th and 15th: Around the tower
Within a few days Romeo didn't have any hope left. They were all going to die here in this tower and it was stupid to think otherwise. He was sullen to anyone who came near him and sometimes just felt an overwhelming urge to tell them that they were wrong. Nothing was going to be alright, there was no way they could get out of this situation and there was no point in trying.
At first he just told anyone he encountered, but soon he realised everyone needed to know and felt the urge to seak people out, his friends, those he had helped before, to tell them how he had been wrong, about how everything was helpless and there was no point anymore.
16th onwards: Around the tower
Romeo's eyes had changed and so had his body. He had four sets of white feathered wings set into his back. Big and heavy, far too big and heavy for a boy of Romeo's height and they weighed him down, dragging along the floor when he walked.
He accepted them though, such things had happened before and would happen again. Because the administrators and those that sought to hurt them had all the power. He continued to wander the tower, looking for those that had to have their hope destroyed. Seeking to wipe it all out, crush it beneath his feet and replace it with despair.
The way things should be.
March 20 - Around the Tower
However, even as he's zipping to and fro with the aid of his suit's flight system, David's wearing a clear expression of worry on his face. Something is going on, but he really has no idea what. He hasn't yet run into any of the Tower residents who have been so affected by the Geostigma was to become mutated.
Of course, that's about to change pretty soon, isn't it?
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"Oh, heyas, Ro—"
—then does a double-take as he swings his legs outward to halt his forward momentum. All while looking like he's about to drop his cigar on the floor.
"Whoa! What happened to you—?!"
Gold-flashing cat eyes? Four massive pairs of wings? Something strikes David as horribly off about this. Unless what he had seen of the kid until now was merely his secret identity or alter-ego, and this was the real him. ... No, David's gut tells him this has to be related to the malaise that's been hitting the Tower of late. But how?
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David mentally slaps himself. He's got to stop trying to equate this to experiences within Primal Earth's hero community. Something else is going on, and he doesn't have enough information to act on it—only Romeo would have some idea, even if the transformation seems to have left him a little cranky. As should be expected, he supposes ...
"Arright," David says after spending a few moments to think on how best to approach the topic. "Can you tell me anything odd dat was goin' on before dis happened?"
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His eyes were still golden and his voice sounded bitter, not like Romeo at all.
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"An' it's givin' people wings and ... cat eyes?" David says, glancing directly at Romeo's eyes as he speaks. It's actually a little disturbing to see.
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FYI: The device can only heal minor to moderate wounds in the Tower, and it can fail outright.
Well, the first step to answering that would be ...
"Gimme a sec. I wanna try somethin'," David says as he plucks a smartphone-sized device from his utility belt. He doesn't actually look very confident as he turns it on and starts poking at the interface—the Medical Device is great for physical trauma, but it didn't do much good against stuff like the Vahzilok Wasting Disease. Still, it pays to be thorough—
"Arright, lesse if dis'll help any." David points the device at Romeo, as if it were a remote, and activates it.
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He blinked when nothing happened. "I think it's broken."
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"Prolly da admins' fault," David mutters, then in a more normal tone, adds, "Not sure it woulda helped you anyway, but I had to try."
He places the Medical Device back on his belt. "I'm guessin' there ain't any medical doctors in residence here, are dere?" Surely Romeo and the others would have seen them already, if one was present. Or, maybe they were just well-hidden among the populace.
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"What, didja have a bad time with doctors back home or somethin'?"
Medicine wasn't nearly advanced in the 19th century as it is in David's time, especially with the benefits of superscience ... and didn't they used to chop a lot of limbs off of wounded people? That could explain Romeo's sour reaction, but the other part ...
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"The doctors at home just didn't help you if you didn't got lots of money. They were bad as well."
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David grimly tightens his lips' grip on the cigar, putting his fists on his hips as he glances around the floors. "Well—Jason and his cronies can't be da only guys in da tower who know medicine," he says after a moment. "Dey musta brought somebody in who can help you out."
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He shook his head sadly, "No one can help."
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"Won't know if we don't try askin' around," David says. This is, after all, the same guy who spent months on end searching for a way to get ammunition for his rifle.