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towerofanimus2012-02-21 01:45 pm
guiltapalooza) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-21 01:45 pm
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❝If you're out there trying to move on❞
Characters: Willow (guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.
Setting: Floor 20, the one open to the outside.
Format: Action tags preferably, but I can prose if you wish!
Summary: Super duper backdated to sometime during the chocolates event last week, around Valentine's Day. Willow ate a peanut butter chocolate and... thinks she should be Aradia's older sister. This includes turning herself into a troll. On purpose. Whoops. (Note: she's only a troll for this post, nowhere else! Please excuse the icons!)
Warnings: Just obsessive stalkerness for Aradia.
[It was delicate work, and it'd taken her a while, but it was finally done. She was even the same blood color as her, which was a happy coincidence. Willow had eaten the chocolate and gotten a glance at Aradia earlier, but had felt too overwhelmed by her feelings to approach her right away. How was she supposed to talk to her unless she was right for her, first? She couldn't be her sister if she was human. Trolls didn't even have sisters.
Which was, honestly, a minor detail in her mind. Everything right now was centered around finding Aradia and showing her what she'd done, certain she'd be happy. There was also a minor footnote about how she had to give Eridan his ring, and oh, he'd probably be happy, too! His ring was all done and she was a troll now! They could be real matesprits. Willow couldn't figure out why that word had seemed funny to her before.
It was something Aradia had, so she, of course, had to have one, too. They both had matesprits. It was perfect.
She'd sought out the big empty space of the twentieth floor to do her spell, but now she's packed up all of her supplies and stuffed them in her messenger bag, and is making her way over to the stairs. She stops the first person she sees.]
Hey! [she says brightly, maybe too brightly, as if nothing is strange about her appearance at all.] Have you seen Aradia? I need to show her how perfect we are now. How alike.
guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.Setting: Floor 20, the one open to the outside.
Format: Action tags preferably, but I can prose if you wish!
Summary: Super duper backdated to sometime during the chocolates event last week, around Valentine's Day. Willow ate a peanut butter chocolate and... thinks she should be Aradia's older sister. This includes turning herself into a troll. On purpose. Whoops. (Note: she's only a troll for this post, nowhere else! Please excuse the icons!)
Warnings: Just obsessive stalkerness for Aradia.
[It was delicate work, and it'd taken her a while, but it was finally done. She was even the same blood color as her, which was a happy coincidence. Willow had eaten the chocolate and gotten a glance at Aradia earlier, but had felt too overwhelmed by her feelings to approach her right away. How was she supposed to talk to her unless she was right for her, first? She couldn't be her sister if she was human. Trolls didn't even have sisters.
Which was, honestly, a minor detail in her mind. Everything right now was centered around finding Aradia and showing her what she'd done, certain she'd be happy. There was also a minor footnote about how she had to give Eridan his ring, and oh, he'd probably be happy, too! His ring was all done and she was a troll now! They could be real matesprits. Willow couldn't figure out why that word had seemed funny to her before.
It was something Aradia had, so she, of course, had to have one, too. They both had matesprits. It was perfect.
She'd sought out the big empty space of the twentieth floor to do her spell, but now she's packed up all of her supplies and stuffed them in her messenger bag, and is making her way over to the stairs. She stops the first person she sees.]
Hey! [she says brightly, maybe too brightly, as if nothing is strange about her appearance at all.] Have you seen Aradia? I need to show her how perfect we are now. How alike.
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It just came up when we first met-- the one from his world, where you're the Empress, not yours. She got rid of her pills right when she got here.
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[She shakes her head]
It's awful that it's even an issue at all.
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I know there's spells for traveling dimensions-- I'll just, have to find one.
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Doesn't that assume we'd remember? I mean, I left and when I came back I had no memory of it. Maybe it's different for me but I'm not sure we wouldn't just forget everything that happens here.
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[She looks a little heartbroken, and then tries to convince herself not to be.] B-but, there's nothing to say we won't remember each other, maybe. I don't want to forget all this! Maybe I can tie my memories to... to an object, like my ring, and then they'll stay with me. I should do something.
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[She hates having to be the bearer of bad news here but she also doesn't want Willow getting her hopes up. Especially not right now, for some reason]
Then again, this place can obviously take stuff from us when we arrive. Who's to say they can't do the same before we leave?
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In fact, her expression firms right then.] No, no way. No one's taking this from me, or any of the rest of you. Memories are-- are things you just don't meddle in.
I won't let something like that happen. [And a bit of her old arrogance to boot, that determination that Willow thinks her will alone could make that reality.]
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[It's out before she can really stop herself]
But I don't think we have those here, so...I don't know. This isn't really my area of expertise.
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It's the things that seem normal and unconcerning that end up causing the most problems.
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I'm not sure what a highway is but I'd agree with that. I know it's definitely its own timeline, or at least cut off from what was the alpha.