towerofanimus | [01] || [Time Paradoxes] || [Open]

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[01] || [Time Paradoxes] || [Open]

Characters : Doc, his dog and you!
Setting: Floor 12 and Everywhere else
Format: Starting with prose but will match
Summary: Doc wakes up and decides to explore the tower. He is astonished by the projection at Floor 12 and he will babble a lot as explores other floors. Oh, and his dog may find you first.
Warnings: Nothing serious. Lots of technobabble. Panic. He may imply you are the reason your homeworld got destroyed if you mention weird things about time travel. And a dog may happily leap at you.

• Floor Twelve
You may have been quietly watching the terrible projection covering the walls of this room. Or maybe you’re not even here yet. Either way, a scream could be heard coming from the staircase. Was it panic, was it horror? Whatever it was, newt thing you know an old man entered the floor, dressed in weird and flashy clothes, and followed by a dog. He stared at the scenery wide-eyed and mouth open.

“Great Scott!!”

He pulled up his silver glasses, quickly drew a weird camera thingie out of his pocket, and then started observing the walls and ceiling with it.

“Unbelievable! It’s as though the very fabric of those universes are ripped apart! Like if life and all matter were sucked in the holes created by the collapse of the space-time continuum, leading to the…!”

He put down the camera upon realizing the meaning of his words. That was worse than anything he had imagined! And it confirmed his fears about the letter. He quickly pulled out a photo from his pocket and stared at it, both with regret and with sadness.

“Marty, what have we done?! What have I done? How could I be so careless? So inconsiderate?!” he sighed “It can’t be undone, can it?”

The dog whined and sat down besides Doc as he stared still at the photo. Finally Doc shook his head, pocketed the photo, and then went back at observing the scenery through his camera. Mumbling weird things probably nobody could understand.

• Everywhere Else
Doc will be exploring the tower, admiring whatever technological prowess he happens to pass by. Odds are that you’ll find him babbling about what he sees, reading a book at the library, peeking into the viewing stations, eating his oatmeal, or even trying to play video games. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts, he may bump into you as he walks through the corridors.

Alternatively, you may find a dog running and stopping right before you. Not a dangerous one though, quite the contrary actually. This dog looks quite happy to have found someone else.

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"He was not created for a singular purpose, however. There was no reason for him to fade or cease to exist. And in a manner of speaking, I never stopped existing either. I continue to exist and the force behind the Master Sword."

He's welcome to. When Fi legitimately laughs, they're mission will have succeeded.

"Perhaps."

"I didn't think I would ever use a word of Marty, but you are heavy. Life is too important to be so easily wasted!"

It just annoys him because he kind of like this sword spirit. he won't insist though, and probably leave.

"I am not truly alive." As proof, Fi took a hold of his hand, her own hands slipping out from beneath the 'wings', and pressed it against the crystal in the middle of her chest. Just a simple, hard and cold, blue crystal lined with gold.

"That is my heart, or the closest I have to one. It does not beat and I do not bleed. By the standards of my world, I am not alive therefore there is no loss or waste of life." Seriously, Doc, she doesn't understand. Why are you, and most of the Links, so concerned about her consciousness merging with the Master Sword when she though so little about it?

It seems, or seemed, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. What else would she have done afterward?

"No no, Fi, this is not how life works."

Doc won't allow you to have the last word Fi. Maybe he will after a while, but not being biological doesn't mean not being alive in his book.

"Life is not defined by whether we are biological or not! Even our biological body is little more than a very complicated item! What makes an item alive is if that they have signaling and self-sustaining processes, such as yourself! In this sense, you are as alive as I or anybody else in this tower!"

She could have had, fun, discovered things and all that kind of stuff people do.

"Perhaps that is the definition of life where you come from, but not from where I hail. Where I am from, I am a tool. I served my Master as was necessary." She wasn't entirely sure, at this point, what would convince him that she wasn't alive.

Although, she was starting to wonder if that's even possible. He seemed like a very intelligent man, if his lecture on how it was possible to bring all the Links here was anything to go by.

"No, it's not where you come from that matters!"

Listen Fi, those are words of wisdom.

"In my homeworld, for centuries people have believed that those whose skin was not white had no soul and didn't deserve to have the same rights as other humans! Does that mean they were right? Of course not, they were scientifically lacking and believed in absurdity because it was easier for them this way!"

... Grabbing your shoulders again. It's your fault really.

"Because people consider you as such where you come from doesn't mean it is true, they merely do not know it or it is more convenient for them to think like that, but you are very much alive!"

"Perhaps you are right. And perhaps you are wrong. The only person that cane give me certain answers regarding it would be Her Grace and she is not technically present in the tower."

Sweet goddesses, Doc, you're very grabby. Fi's expression actually turns a bit disapproving for a moment. As she slips her arms back under her sleeves, she moves his hands off her shoulders.

"Her Grace would tell you what she thinks, but believe life isn't a matter of opinion! I wish she would be there to clear up any doubts, but in the doubt start living and taking advantages of existing and thinking on your own!"

He un-grabs her. Alright, it's just a bad habit, but at least he has made his point.

"Her Grace gives me purpose. While I am here, I will carry out as much of my purpose as possible, until a time that her memories can be awakened with one of her blood, while here. If that time ever comes to pass."

She appreciates that, she really does. Fi never even touched Link while she was physically with him, outside of the sword.

"You must understand the differences between you and I. I know what I am and I will never cease knowing that. And I... am happy to do what I was created to do."

"If you are happy this means you have emotions, and that you are alive, doesn't it? You probably do not know yourself as well as you pretend!"

Come on Fi, it's becoming obvious by now that you are alive. Well for Doc that is at the very least.

"A single expression of emotion that I felt once, prior to merging with the Master Sword, is not reason enough to claim that I am alive."

She knows she's losing this argument. Not that she'll believe she's alive or not, even if she loses the argument. He's welcome to think she's alive.

"Yet you did feel it. Please name me something that is not alive and that can feel emotion!"

But she has to believe it. Okay, this'll take more time than he hoped...

"Cursed Bokoblins. They are dead and feel nothing but hatred and anger for the world around them."

Fi wins. End of argument.

"Dead? You mean... That's impossible. They can't be dead or have emotion, how could you know they have emotion otherwise?"

YOU CHEAT FI GDIT. They were once alive. they're undead. That does not count.

"It is not impossible when the poison of Demise filled the Surface and infected the temples. I am capable of detecting various emotional states within any subject I scan."

IT'S NOT CHEATING. They're not alive now though. So Fi wins. What's the matter, Doc? Don't like losing?

"But, you mean they're like, undead?"

THAT DOES NOT COUNT Lady Fi. He doesn't like loosing when it's cheating >|

"I suppose that is an accurate description of their state of being. Not dead but living via pure hatred."

Totally counts. Don't be a sore loser, Doc.

"... They are living then. Through pure hatred, but you have used the verb 'To live' to describe them, right?"

AH. See Fi, one cannot win versus Doc.

"And yet they are not living. Unless you would qualify rotted bodies and exposed bones as a norm among living beings? I will tell you want I told my Master when scanning them."

Nope, victory denied.

"This horrifying Bokoblin reanimates after death. Analysis indicates it fears pure, shiny items and will startle at the sight of a sacred shield.

"It is able to reanimated purely through its hatred of this world... And its attachment to outlandish underpants."

Gdit, will you give this madness up? He's preparing a counter-argument but then-

"... Its attachment to outlandish underpants!?"

What. What.

"That is correct. Was I at all unclear?" Not said with an attitude, obviously but sincere curiosity so that she could improve her performance.

"How could attachment to outlandish underpants bring anything back to life?!"

This. Makes. No. Sense.

"The same as much else in my world, I imagine. Magic." Magic is totally a plausible answer. For her. Especially since her world has so much of it, it probably leaks into other worlds.