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towerofanimus2012-07-01 09:26 pm
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03: Failed Sanity Check
Who: Lelouch and You!
What: He had awoken only to find himself back in the Tower.
Where: ANYWHERE
When: July 3rd!
Format: Action-log, but I'll adapt!
Warning: Suicidal Thoughts, Frayed Sanity
[Ah.
He is awake.
Death, loneliness, failure, nightmare, Nunnally, Nunnally, Nunnally, Nunnally....!
Echoes of his own voice resonated within him as he woke up with a scream, only to find himself staring at a ceiling.
This place...
Was it all a dream? Was it all a nightmare? Was the desolate world he walked through these month? weeks? years? He's not sure, everything blurs together when he was stuck in emptiness. Lelouch Lamperouge's mind is frayed, the length of time he spent there was just relative to the pain he felt.
But he now know. His plan... His plan to create a world where Nunnally could be happy.
Ah, that was just wishful thinking wasn't it? He wanted to scream at the tower, to just do anything to get away from the revelation that his own world is dead NO IT IS NOT DEAD IT WAS JUST A LIE, A LIE, A LIE...!
The sudden movement caused him to fall onto the floor, before he stumbled out of his room without even giving a glance to who exactly is there, he needed to get away get away get away from everything, everyone, ANYONE. So blinded by despair was he that he doesn't even turn to look at anyone he sees or hears, he continued to run, to run to run to run to run towards ANYWHERE NOT THIS TOWER.
Thus, Lelouch Lamperouge could be found throughout the Tower with a haunted look as well as just walking past you without a care in the world.]
What: He had awoken only to find himself back in the Tower.
Where: ANYWHERE
When: July 3rd!
Format: Action-log, but I'll adapt!
Warning: Suicidal Thoughts, Frayed Sanity
[Ah.
He is awake.
Death, loneliness, failure, nightmare, Nunnally, Nunnally, Nunnally, Nunnally....!
Echoes of his own voice resonated within him as he woke up with a scream, only to find himself staring at a ceiling.
This place...
Was it all a dream? Was it all a nightmare? Was the desolate world he walked through these month? weeks? years? He's not sure, everything blurs together when he was stuck in emptiness. Lelouch Lamperouge's mind is frayed, the length of time he spent there was just relative to the pain he felt.
But he now know. His plan... His plan to create a world where Nunnally could be happy.
Ah, that was just wishful thinking wasn't it? He wanted to scream at the tower, to just do anything to get away from the revelation that his own world is dead NO IT IS NOT DEAD IT WAS JUST A LIE, A LIE, A LIE...!
The sudden movement caused him to fall onto the floor, before he stumbled out of his room without even giving a glance to who exactly is there, he needed to get away get away get away from everything, everyone, ANYONE. So blinded by despair was he that he doesn't even turn to look at anyone he sees or hears, he continued to run, to run to run to run to run towards ANYWHERE NOT THIS TOWER.
Thus, Lelouch Lamperouge could be found throughout the Tower with a haunted look as well as just walking past you without a care in the world.]
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[DESPAIR DESPAIR DESPAIR
the words echoed flashes of dead bodies, corpses, an empty throne.]
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[Monobear stands tall. This is exactly why he became an educator, really. Now it's time for him to teach. Grab a seat, Lelouch. Mr. Monobear's lesson is about to begin.]
When you've scraped through all options, fought till the very last breath, and realized just how useless everything is? That's despair. When you find that no matter how long you wait, your situation doesn't change? That's despair. When hope rises and you take it, only for the same thing to happen again? That's true despair.
This is despair that you reach again and again in an exquisite cycle. I don't know what happened. But that is what I can guarantee.
You, my boy?
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Pupupupupupupuuu.
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[Drowning, falling, dying, does it matter to him? Ah, Despair. That was certainly what he felt when he fell, didn't it...
Aha...
Hahahahahahaha....
Yes, that was it. Wasn't it? DESPAIR. Oh, how long has it been since he felt that? It was too long. Far too long.]
Perhaps... I truly am trapped within the cycles of despair...