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towerofanimus2012-03-18 11:18 am
thebigsister) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-18 11:18 am
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[OPEN] don't shake your fists at me, don't try to scare me away
Characters: Eleanor "I am a creepy killer machine" Lamb and YOU!
Setting: The Aquarium Floor.
Format: Starting with Action, but I'll match your preference.
Summary: Eleanor has not been having a good day. Week. Month. So damn it all, she's going to unwind in the least murderhappy way she can think of: swimming like a thing possessed.
Warnings: Possible violence, aquatic-life abuse, creepy powerhouse of a girl going through a mental breakdown. More warnings as necessary.
[When you approach the Aquarium, you will notice a figure in the distance, zipping by at a frightening speed. Twists and turns, for all it was in water, the figure seemed to be flying, more than anything else. Every so often, perhaps, a bigger predator will approach the figure, but they never get far before being struck with... something invisible and whip-like that pushes them away and preserves personal space. The figure moves up and down, testing its own reflexes, as if to try and tire itself out. There's something graceful and predatory in the way it moves, as if testing out the limits of its own body.
Inside the suit, Eleanor screams.
The portholes of the suit are a bloody, angry red, and she moves around killing invisible offenders in an attempt to control her rage. Her powers are now back under control, but ironically in danger of being let loose by her sheer, boiling wrath. She has never gone swimming in her life, yet she moves with the practice and easy of a seasoned veteran. Somewhere in the ADAM sloshing in her veins, someone had loved the sea this much. Somewhere in there, her father's thoughts try to impart temperance on her.
Eleanor screams some more, vocally and psychically, a drawn out, angry howl that she was sure would have killed her Little Sisters in the spot, if they had been around to feel it. But they aren't, because she's alone and they're using her as a lab rat once more, and that just serves to piss her off. So she swims like she knows what she's doing, and she feels so strong, so unstoppable, so angry.
Dare you approach and tell her to sit the fuck down and chill the fuck out?]
Setting: The Aquarium Floor.
Format: Starting with Action, but I'll match your preference.
Summary: Eleanor has not been having a good day. Week. Month. So damn it all, she's going to unwind in the least murderhappy way she can think of: swimming like a thing possessed.
Warnings: Possible violence, aquatic-life abuse, creepy powerhouse of a girl going through a mental breakdown. More warnings as necessary.
[When you approach the Aquarium, you will notice a figure in the distance, zipping by at a frightening speed. Twists and turns, for all it was in water, the figure seemed to be flying, more than anything else. Every so often, perhaps, a bigger predator will approach the figure, but they never get far before being struck with... something invisible and whip-like that pushes them away and preserves personal space. The figure moves up and down, testing its own reflexes, as if to try and tire itself out. There's something graceful and predatory in the way it moves, as if testing out the limits of its own body.
Inside the suit, Eleanor screams.
The portholes of the suit are a bloody, angry red, and she moves around killing invisible offenders in an attempt to control her rage. Her powers are now back under control, but ironically in danger of being let loose by her sheer, boiling wrath. She has never gone swimming in her life, yet she moves with the practice and easy of a seasoned veteran. Somewhere in the ADAM sloshing in her veins, someone had loved the sea this much. Somewhere in there, her father's thoughts try to impart temperance on her.
Eleanor screams some more, vocally and psychically, a drawn out, angry howl that she was sure would have killed her Little Sisters in the spot, if they had been around to feel it. But they aren't, because she's alone and they're using her as a lab rat once more, and that just serves to piss her off. So she swims like she knows what she's doing, and she feels so strong, so unstoppable, so angry.
Dare you approach and tell her to sit the fuck down and chill the fuck out?]
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No... No, that looks like -- a person? Whoever it is, they're really good at keeping the monsters away.
And then... And then they scream.
It sounds weird, because the person is screaming in the water and Link is outside of it, but --
He can't ignore that. He has to find out if they're okay. Are they hurt somehow? (Some part of his mind warns him that this may just be another monster, but, if this is a person and they need his help... Well. If they are a monster, then he can fight it off. ... or run.)
Without another thought, he dons the Zora Mask, taking on Mikau's form once again, and runs into the water.]
Hey! [Even though his Zora voice trills strangely, he's glad for it. Being able to speak underwater is extremely useful right now.] Hey, are you all right?
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No, she's not alright. She's not. She's so angry at everything. She has been trying to be nice and kind and to walk in her father's footsteps, but she just can't. People she meets and likes keep dying. Her powers manifesting out of control. Everything going wrong.
And worst of all, the knowledge she's caged in this place, unable to run away. It rattles her so much.
She floats there, because she cannot speak, she's that angry. And he's not one of her own, she can't project her thoughts into him. Though that would probably kill him, all things considered, given her mind is such a whirlwind of voices and memories and anger.
She tries to refrain, to not snap at him, to breathe and calm herself... and then one of the predators snaps at her from behind, trying to take advantage of the fact she's holding still.
Eleanor throws a hand towards it, and the very current of the water changes as she channels her telekinesis to form a whip of water, flowing and arching and smacking the animal with brutal strength.
She's not okay, and she wants to make something bleed and she hates herself because she's supposed to be better than this.]
You shouldn't be here.
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That's. a strange thing to say.]
Why not?
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[The water shifted again and she had to concentrate to stop it from turning into a whirlpool.
She was angry, and it was calling up all sorts of memories in the ADAM, of violence and rage and burning and death and people screaming and dying and murdering and--]
I don't want to hurt you.
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Link feels the water shift around him, and his Zora instincts shrill in warning. This person... is incredibly powerful. But, the fact that this person doesn't want to hurt him means that they're good, right? And there's no way he can turn his back on them now.
He stands his ground. ... metaphorically.] I want to help.
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And he's acting in a way that she knows, she knows doesn't deserve to be retaliated on. It's unfair. It's unkind.
Her father would be so disappointed in her, if she let go.]
I don't think... there's anything you can do.
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What would help? Maybe I can find it, whatever it is.
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[She repeated the words, because the whispers and the memories were gaining momentum.]
Please. Leave me be.
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Maybe, if you're worried you're going to hurt people, you should fight with the monsters in here. That way, you're letting everything out, but you're not hurting a person.
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[The voice carries a touch of bitterness that gets nearly drown in the water. Eleanor shakes her head.]
I should not let violence control me in the first place. I'm sorry.
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[She shook her head.]
I'm sorry.
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Maybe do you want to try talking about what makes you angry?
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[The water started to circle again and seeing how she couldn't stop herself, she concentrated instead of maintaining the slowly forming whirlpool separate from the rest of the water in the aquarium. It takes effort and concentration and it seems to be... working. There's not a lot for her to do, to let her powers loose without hurting someone. Severely.]
Perhaps... perhaps once I am less in need of violence.
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[Well...]
When you're ready, you can come and talk to me, if you want. My name's Link. I'm in room 1-04. If I'm not there, you can leave me a note and I'll meet you wherever you want to talk.
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[She has a lot of energy to burn, before she feels anything close to properly rational and sane again.]
Please, I will not ask you to leave again.
ahhh sorry for being slow
it's okay <3
She will also be thoroughly confused at the fact he doesn't have fins.]no subject
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Ah. It's the person from earlier.
He opens the door more fully.]
Hey...!
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Yes?
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I know I look different, but -- I'm Link. The one you talked to in the water.
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[Eleanor's head tilts even further, almost unnaturally so.]
Are you a shapeshifter?
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[She nodded, head bobbing up and down.]
That's fascinating!
[Then she stopped.]
Oh, I'm sorry. I wanted... to thank you for your kind words.
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[Eleanor shifted her posture, feet pointed inside, back ramrod straight and arms hanging at her sides.]
Kindness deserves to be acknowledged and respected. You helped me keep focused on that.
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No, it's not about needs. But kindness begets kindness.
[She shrugged a little.]
Or so I've been taught.
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He smiles.] Thank you.
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