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towerofanimus2012-05-27 08:24 pm
viditlibertas) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-27 08:24 pm
☆ World of Illusions
Characters: The Anguished One and open!
Setting: Floor Twelve- the space floor.
Format: Will match you~
Summary: AO hasn't explored the tower very far, and is suddenly regretting doing it alone.
Warnings: A star being very, very horrified and depressed and confused.
Alcor had adjusted to the tower relatively quickly, in truth. He had quickly begun to balance his budding emotions with his own curiosity, so as not to overwhelm himself- a tactic he had only learned through the Shining One's entrance in to his being. He was not perfect, however, and did not completely understand the depths of his own feelings. He had decided to explore the floors of the tower one at a time, and thus far had met little that could sway his feelings to any sort of horrible depths. Until, of course, he hovered in to floor 12. For the smallest moment, he had thought that somehow he was back where he belonged, amongst his fellow stars.
And then that flash of light came, and he watched with mounting horror and fear as life was wiped out.
Alcor hadn't realized he had moved at all until he felt the floor- there was one, after all -under his knees. He'd collapsed completely, it seemed, even if he seemed to realize deep in the back of his head that such was bizarre. That detached part of him was confused by the sudden irritation in his eyes, even if nothing came out. It was like his body was seeking to emulate humanity's behavior when in despair. In a way, that made him feel twice as distressed, and he managed to push himself shakily to standing. But even with his feet on the ground, arms hugging his elbows and knees pressed together...he didn't feel right.
Why was he behaving like this? Was it the influence of those he'd watched so closely...? Had the Shining One affected him so deeply? Or...had this all been within him all along, and he'd only just realized?
It didn't matter. What did was the sickening display taking place all around him, watching as life ended on repeat all across the universe. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave, or even move from his spot. He simply remained in the center of the room, quivering like a leaf in the breeze and watching.
Setting: Floor Twelve- the space floor.
Format: Will match you~
Summary: AO hasn't explored the tower very far, and is suddenly regretting doing it alone.
Warnings: A star being very, very horrified and depressed and confused.
Alcor had adjusted to the tower relatively quickly, in truth. He had quickly begun to balance his budding emotions with his own curiosity, so as not to overwhelm himself- a tactic he had only learned through the Shining One's entrance in to his being. He was not perfect, however, and did not completely understand the depths of his own feelings. He had decided to explore the floors of the tower one at a time, and thus far had met little that could sway his feelings to any sort of horrible depths. Until, of course, he hovered in to floor 12. For the smallest moment, he had thought that somehow he was back where he belonged, amongst his fellow stars.
And then that flash of light came, and he watched with mounting horror and fear as life was wiped out.
Alcor hadn't realized he had moved at all until he felt the floor- there was one, after all -under his knees. He'd collapsed completely, it seemed, even if he seemed to realize deep in the back of his head that such was bizarre. That detached part of him was confused by the sudden irritation in his eyes, even if nothing came out. It was like his body was seeking to emulate humanity's behavior when in despair. In a way, that made him feel twice as distressed, and he managed to push himself shakily to standing. But even with his feet on the ground, arms hugging his elbows and knees pressed together...he didn't feel right.
Why was he behaving like this? Was it the influence of those he'd watched so closely...? Had the Shining One affected him so deeply? Or...had this all been within him all along, and he'd only just realized?
It didn't matter. What did was the sickening display taking place all around him, watching as life ended on repeat all across the universe. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave, or even move from his spot. He simply remained in the center of the room, quivering like a leaf in the breeze and watching.
wow this grew into a text wall
It was a very empty place. She could quietly stride through, comfortably to herself, geta making odd sounds on the hidden flooring - what kind of material would make that noise? Today was different, though. Someone was standing amidst all this, held like they were trying to make themselves smaller. It's another moment, of which the tower has given her a discomforting handful, where she's not sure how to react.
Kohaku settles on walking up next to Alcor, with an appreciable amount of space. She takes an audible breath, thinking of something to say - but loses it in the next second. She resorts to a simple "Hello."
its to make up for all the time spent not getting CR before this moment
One has always been more of a draw than the other, and he eventually turns his head to look at Kohaku, eyes unfocused and seeing through her.
"...hello."
He can't ask her to stay- that would be strange, he's pretty sure -but at this point, all he wants is someone to be nearby. Alive, and real.
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By comparison to Alcor's tremulous state, Kohaku seems incredibly calm. Her breathing is regular. Heartbeat, the same. She doesn't do much interesting, until the projection switches to a new universe and she cuts her eyes away from it - that initial burst of light is bright.
The returned hello has her immediately perking up and noticing his loose stare, though. Kohaku beams. "Oh, you did hear me! I thought you," might have been absent, she wants to say, "might not have."
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His perspective was notably shifted, even through Kohaku's silence and the soundless destruction of the illusion. Idly, he glanced as yet another planet was destroyed, having to tear his gaze away when she once again spoke.
"This room is very busy. I suppose it is distracting."
Let's be much calmer about this than he wanted to be. That'd get him far, naturally. It wasn't like he was growing oddly nauseous(?) just being in this room for this long.
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He would have lurched at that thought, if he had the ability to, but his body didn't know how exactly to go through the motion. Especially when he lacked the proper organs and bile to make the action worthwhile.
Instead, he simply stood still, as if nothing at all had happened.
"...I may need help getting to the next floor."
His tone was quiet and quivering at first, but his composure was regained before too long. He had to keep himself in check.
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"--Ah, certainly! Here, let's see.."
Kohaku moves besides him, but pauses a moment to evaluate Alcor from closer up. He's still as a board, unnaturally so.. and she can't say she's ever really dug the 'naturally white hair' look. She offers him her arm.
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~And thus they traversed a galaxy~ on the way to the stairs.
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Once Alcor was on a step, he seemed to fare much better, and removed his weight from Kohaku entirely. He lowered himself down, sitting on the step with a deep sigh of relief, eyes still closed.
"Thank you."