towerofanimus | 003 | ❝Expose your thoughts...❞

Characters: Yu Narukami (

pitiedthefool), open to all
Setting: Floor 14, Floor 15, Floor 28, Floor 38, or wherever!
Format: Starting in action spam, but I'll follow you!
Summary: Just your average day as a life of a protagonist...
Warnings: I want your friendships and I want your rank ups, you and me could have rad social liiiiinks~

Floor Fifteen

[He had been working on this for a very, very long time- almost since he first arrived nearly two months ago. It wasn't perfect like Daidara-san's work - no, not by a long shot, but he was finally putting the finishing touches on his own blade. Though, he had decided to take a break from finishing the hilt earlier... if the item beside him was any indication.]

Your Choice

[It's April 27th... and someone's birthday. He definitely made them something, but the question is... where to find them?]

[> You begin your search for a certain detective, but will it only be Naoto-kun that you bump into?]

Floor Fourteen

[He hasn't been to this floor for a long time, but right now... he doesn't mind the break. Yu sits in a corner of the room, watching others playing video games with one earpiece on and the other lying there, hanging off his jacket. People from his world may recognize the voice as "Risette," but really-- he only knows her as Rise...]

[So many of his friends have been hurting lately, and he has no idea where to begin to help them other than continue to lend a helping hand and an ear to listen. Sometimes he wishes they would see that he's never too busy to help them, but other times... What do you even say to someone who can't tell you the problem they're facing?]

[...Maybe he should join the others and play something for a change.]

Floor Twenty-Eight

[The music floor...]

[He really has no problems with it, the instruments sometimes playing on their own. But this time, he finds an instrument that he knows well enough- something he hasn't played in a few months, now. If someone stumbles upon him, they'll hear a single trumpet playing something both hopeful yet melancholic, just a little louder than anything else around.]

Floor Thirty-Eight

[At the end of the day, he can be found on the thirty-eighth floor, staring out the windows to the outside with his newly-forged sword at his side. The height doesn't scare him, and the view isn't too bad... but it partly reminds him of being up on the hilltop overlooking the small town he made so many memories in.]

[Yu is silent, simply sitting there in one of the over-sized chairs with a small notebook in hand. He's almost done with the account of their journey, one no one would ever believe aside from their own...]

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Or they're running from it. [It's a quiet muttering, stiffening at a memory for a brief second before letting it go. No, logically there was no right or wrong answer- Xehanort's right in that. Yet it was another another ordeal entirely when it came to moral code. Fight or flight, act or dismiss.] Subjective or not, the same events can cause different effects on the human soul. Whether it be by words, or by actions.

[He frowns in thought, trying not to give too much else away on his stances. After all, actions are much more powerful over words. One could navigate a conversation with ease, but backing it up with what one does after the fact was much more revealing.

Think what you will about him, but there is a balance to everything. For one who plans his actions out as well as can be achieved without knowing what the future entails, he prefers to think himself as a healthy combination of the two. Objective, but always willing to take the time to assist others in their own struggles.]

Those who cannot handle such pressures, you mean? Those who feel they will make "the wrong choice". Running is just as valid an answer as any other, and it reveals just as much as anything else. No, putting one's character to the test is still a great means to learn more about one. In the depths of moral quandry, the true spark of that person shines through for all to see regardless.

And of course, while one can obfuscate words, their actions will still speak for them to a degree. What then, of those repentant, who wish to atone for their follies? They are surely doomed to a life of disbelief and suffering. Appropriate perhaps, but not something most could truly take.

[A simple nod suffices for an answer, does it not? Though... Did Xehanort really need to say "spark"? Because that word in itself stood out for him, even though he shrugged it off. After all, it was nothing but a coincidence in wording. ...Right?]

Mm... Going by the rules of society I was raised in, they would have to prove themselves. Though there are still crimes in which the world does not forgive, nor those who suffered because of them. [A sigh, and he takes a few steps away from the windows with book in hand.] Whether they could take it or not is up to them. So long as there is one person who believes in them, it seems to make a difference.

[Everything he does is done for a reason. Sometimes even his choice of words is deliberate. Whether or not this is one of those times, though, remains to be seen.]

So it is for most. [He clasps his hands behind his back, pacing slightly.] It's a shame that there's so few people in the world with more open minds. Not being focused narrowly on one thing could truly do the universe some good.

[Deliberate or not, there was still the subtlest of reactions at the word itself. Eyes closing, a faint eye twitch as he debates the words internally, discerning them for himself. There is sincerity, and yet... it does not all line up with what he knows as truth.]

'Open minds,' huh. [He is pacing himself, keeping an eye on Xehanort. It's only common courtesy after all.

'Law to reign in discord, discord to open the eyes who would follow blindly into the void of a life that holds no meaning...' He offers a faint, vaguely amused sound as a smirk finally crosses the carefully guarded mask-shadow seemingly a bit more bold on the floor as he frowns again.] Opening the mind in itself can be dangerous and painful. Many would rather live in ignorance than face themselves or the world around them, let alone the entire universe.

[Something they can't afford, especially in a tower such as this.]

[Those reactions, no matter how minute, are enough to tell him that the young man needs to consider his words, validate them before making a judgment. It's slightly gratifying, although depending on who he's spoken with, he isn't sure that the results will be favourable. Still, there's no reason not to press on. It's been a good exercise. There's too few people to talk to...]

Sadly, this is why the universe is the way it is. So few are strong at heart enough to open their minds and truly understand... not without turning to hide or losing their minds completely.

[That would depend on what one would believe to be favorable. On one hand, they could remain neutral towards one another. Or, something could change entirely. It is all dependent on what choices are taken.]

It sounds like you've run into this a few too many times before, Xehanort-san.

There are a few who are quick to judge without having all of the facts... and even fewer who would listen to the truth without preconceptions. It is simply the way things are, a sad truth of the state of the universe as a whole.

[Oops, nailed right on the head again. Had he not stopped his team, stopped and thought about the loose ends... He keeps his mask strong, not looking away as the elder of the two speaks. Izanagi, he loves you, and he'll let you finish, but he's a big boy and can handle a small talk over deep discussions on his own. Even if the subject matter is rather close to heart.]

Which is why we decide our own fate. [Because to hell with the plans of eldritch creatures and gods.] Each and every one of us. Whether it be to face truth, or turn our backs upon it.

[~~'I reject your reality and substitute my own' okay no.~~]

[He would dearly love to laugh at this, at these words... as one who has planned so far as to have ultimately determined the fates of three young people... well. He has a few things to say in terms of choosing one's fate.

But he'll let it slide for now, as it's hardly the time for that sort of discussion.]

Of course. It is a rather sad state of affairs that one can simply turn their back and then act in such a close-minded and unpleasant fashion to those who have decided that they won't run and have chosen to pick up the slack the others have left.

Then again, the universe is a sorry place, is it not? That such things must happen.

[Not to mention it would be the fastest way to see just who and what he held deep within his soul--and not in the polite manner. Oops?]

Even if it is, it's our universe. Whether they turn their backs on it, or they fight to protect and save it.

[It should be obvious which side of the fence he's on, just by the look in his cold, steel-colored eyes.]

[And more's the pity. He turns away to look at a wall, clasped hands resting lightly on his back.]

Indeed. And those who allow it to spiral into destruction will someday learn the price of their folly.

[Not his fault he has stuck to his beliefs and not become a heretic due to his own faith in those he trusts to pick him up when he himself falls. Much like they had when he created the World Arcana that rests at the center depths of his heart.]

I guess that remains to be seen.

003 | ❝Expose your thoughts...❞

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