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towerofanimus2012-04-17 08:32 pm
animus_sorrow) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-17 08:32 pm
Entry tags:
ONE
Characters: Mary Magdalene (animus_sorrow) and OPEN
Setting: Room 1-13, Floor 25
Format: Prose to start but will match
Summary: Mary wakes up, blames herself for her universes destruction and hides on the meadow floor for as long as she can get away with it
Warnings: Denial, self-blaming, depression
Room 1-13
The sleep paralysis didn't register with Mary until she was able to move again. Spending over a year, consciously, inside KOS-MOS had been rather restricting, when she wasn't in control. It was strange, being able to move her own hands and legs again, not feeling all the extra weight from KOS-MOS' extra armor or her head gear. It was nice, being able to feel again, feel her own soft skin and brush back her own dark hair. Nice but a bit strange.
She didn't notice the note immediately, walking around the room a bit an opening the trunk. By now the jumpsuit was feeling a bit stuffy. Especially so for a woman who was used to walking around in a loose dress from the Ancient Lost Jerusalem era. She changed quietly, breathing contentedly at the comfortable blue dress and slipped on her sandles. She tugged at the collar a bit before wrapping the white scarf loosely around her and going over to, finally, look at the letter.
She didn't finish reading it before the tears started, blinding her to what else the letter said. Choking back sobs and covering her mouth to stifle the sound when she couldn't hold it back. And then she was running, out of the room as quickly as she could.
Floor 25, Meadow
She found a spot farthest from the stairs to curl up and cry freely. In all her long life, and new life, she had never wanted to go back to the oblivion that had awaited her after she separated Anima as much as she did now. And the fault was hers, she knew it. There wasn't any other explanation. She had let KOS-MOS take control in order to reject Eternal Recurrence. Mary herself wasn't capable of it, it had to be KOS-MOS but now she regretted it. There would never be anything she regretted more now.
She should have activated Zarathustra. She should have begun Eternal Recurrence. She should have fulfilled her purpose and protected the universe. It was gone now though and she failed. Yeshua was gone. Shion was gone. Everyone was gone. And it was her fault.
animus_sorrow) and OPENSetting: Room 1-13, Floor 25
Format: Prose to start but will match
Summary: Mary wakes up, blames herself for her universes destruction and hides on the meadow floor for as long as she can get away with it
Warnings: Denial, self-blaming, depression
Room 1-13
The sleep paralysis didn't register with Mary until she was able to move again. Spending over a year, consciously, inside KOS-MOS had been rather restricting, when she wasn't in control. It was strange, being able to move her own hands and legs again, not feeling all the extra weight from KOS-MOS' extra armor or her head gear. It was nice, being able to feel again, feel her own soft skin and brush back her own dark hair. Nice but a bit strange.
She didn't notice the note immediately, walking around the room a bit an opening the trunk. By now the jumpsuit was feeling a bit stuffy. Especially so for a woman who was used to walking around in a loose dress from the Ancient Lost Jerusalem era. She changed quietly, breathing contentedly at the comfortable blue dress and slipped on her sandles. She tugged at the collar a bit before wrapping the white scarf loosely around her and going over to, finally, look at the letter.
She didn't finish reading it before the tears started, blinding her to what else the letter said. Choking back sobs and covering her mouth to stifle the sound when she couldn't hold it back. And then she was running, out of the room as quickly as she could.
Floor 25, Meadow
She found a spot farthest from the stairs to curl up and cry freely. In all her long life, and new life, she had never wanted to go back to the oblivion that had awaited her after she separated Anima as much as she did now. And the fault was hers, she knew it. There wasn't any other explanation. She had let KOS-MOS take control in order to reject Eternal Recurrence. Mary herself wasn't capable of it, it had to be KOS-MOS but now she regretted it. There would never be anything she regretted more now.
She should have activated Zarathustra. She should have begun Eternal Recurrence. She should have fulfilled her purpose and protected the universe. It was gone now though and she failed. Yeshua was gone. Shion was gone. Everyone was gone. And it was her fault.
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"A-Allen?" She questioned in reply, voice catching at the sight of him. She was sure that... That was an ability only Testaments, Yeshua, Wilhelm and herself possessed so how..?
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"Yeah. I'm guessing you saw the note."
His tone was dry and wary, he wasn't sure he believed it yet, especially after his earlier conversation with someone who had been here longer. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he wanted to see proof before he bought it.
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"It was hard to miss. I d-didn't read it all though." She, on the other hand, believed it entirely. It wasn't hard to convince her, she was already extremely critical of herself and every decision she ever made. And without Yeshua or Shion there to support her? Well, there were a lot of pieces that needed to be picked up.
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"Something isn't right about it. I've been talking to some of the other people here, and someone mentioned someone here who had to be from her future."
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"There shouldn't be any future to save someone from."
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He thought it should be obvious enough what he was getting at.
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"What do we do then..?"