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towerofanimus2012-07-02 12:47 am
pitiedthefool) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-02 12:47 am
005 | ❝Come back for the hope that you've stolen...❞
Characters: Yu and you it will never get old
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the doorunless you're his roommate). For close CR, there's an animal other than a crane for them of their choosing. He was in a giving mood. :c
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the door
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
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Ah... Sorry, Riku.
[He didn't mean to nearly make you fall over if he did. Most of it clears up as quickly as it appeared, but there are still traces.]
... Lost my balance for a second.
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...Come on. Let's get out of here.
[There are more comfortable places to be at after all, fairly close by even. The lounge of the floor below them for example.]
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... Yeah.
[He closes his eyes, not so much fatigued as he is... trying to block out the pain of sensing every being he was close to suddenly being- no. It was a lie; it had to be. He could feel their strength when he wasn't on this floor clear as day. Izanagi didn't revert to his original form, after all...
He lets himself be led away.]
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Well then off they are to the staircase that leads to the floor below them - and then down to lounge floor, where Riku is going to set Yu down at one of the couches, the most comfortable he can find and sit down himself in the chair next to him.
He'll let the silence linger between them for a few more moments, to give Yu just some time to recover a little, but then he asks:]
...Do you want to talk about it?
[Because you know... Riku is willing to listen. If you want. If not, that's fine too.]
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This wasn't one of those times, because it directly affected how he got those powers to be so strong.
Yu's silent for a little while, not even going to pretend he isn't pale. It's been a day already since he heard that tell-tale voice, and still... he can't- ... Of course, someone would ask about it. He frowns, before nodding. He didn't want to, but at this point... he needed to. Even if it was someone who had no idea of all of the implications.]
I was one of those who'd been taken at the beginning of the last month. While we were gone, two people from my world appeared. [He seems calm, even sounds it, but there's a tinge of something else.] One of them was my uncle from another reality, but the other...
[Was it even possible for a frown to deepen more? ...He summons the World card into his hand, staring at it. At least it's no longer slightly bent out of shape.]
-he's my adversary, and after seeing what happened to everyone last month... I can't help but be worried. I went up to the fifth floor, just to get a glimpse of home... but my ties to others made it too painful.
[Probably the worst idea, considering his newest one.]
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Which he totally ran out of two months ago already, so ooops. It's time anyways.He just nods when Yu mentions his whereabouts of the last month - he had figured something like that - but he doesn't say anything, there's no need to interrupt after all.
While he might lack the background of this particular situation, he does understand the strain of having an enemy so close - even though this version of Xehanort isn't quite as personal as the one that is sealed within him.
He doesn't quite get why anyone would want to look at the remains of their destroyed homeworld (though Riku questions the reliability of the ones provided by the administrators anyways), or what Yu means by his 'ties'... though he supposes that might be connected to those Personas. That's not really something he can help with... or at least he hasn't much of an idea how right now.]
Have you talked to your friends? The ones from home?
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Dang it, Riku. :|Yu is silent for a while, a sort of tired and strained smile crossing his lips. Had he? Well... he's fairly sure Naoto already knows, but she's in no way in the emotional shape to handle this news. Kanji's likely back from the dead, but too pissed about being killed by one of his social links. Yosuke was still dealing with his own issues, but because he knew Saki was here, she'd likely have mentioned it like she'd hinted to Yu.
Did Izanami even count as a 'friend' now?And Chie and Teddie were...]... ... ...
[No. He couldn't think like that. Especially since he'd been so close to his despair overwhelming him. They... had to be alright. He could still feel their bonds.]
...Some of them. The others are still reeling from what's happened.
['I'm carrying this burden on my own until they can stand once more.' It's easy to pick up in his eyes... just like it had been when he threw the glasses aside...]
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What? >.>Yu should really take to wearing glasses again, or maybe take on a blindfold himself, because really bro. Your eyes don't lie either. And even if it weren't, it's obvious to anyone with the ability to sense hearts.
Needless to say, that Riku does not look like he's buying what Yu is telling him.
In fact, he is likely shooting him a look that is very much like Naminé's when he is trying the same thing with her, but yeah.He's not going to call him on it though. At least not directly.]
Don't keep it from them for too long. It's not going to do anyone any favors.
[Not considering the strain it seems to put on Yu.]
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except you already used up all your healing supplies how could you. >__>He would if he still had them. Truth is, if Minato doesn't have them now then they're probably gone. Just like they had been when he discarded them before his final fight back home. He didn't need them to see... and he grew tired of hiding behind a mask. Though, he was starting to wonder about that now. How it was that even though he couldn't see Riku's eyes right now, he could feel that sharp gaze from behind the cloth. Boy, does that bring back memories...
Yu can only sigh, gazing down for a moment as he thinks things through.]
...I don't plan on keeping it from the others.
[It would be an injustice and betrayal of trust, one he couldn't make of clear conscience.] Just until they can stand again.
[Heh... look at him. Usually it's the other way around, and just a few turn of events have it reversed. Still, the nagging voice in his soul that he's tried to listen to more since he's watched it die...
His tone changes automatically:] ...It's going to be nightfall, soon.
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Limited supply, not to mention that it's been seven months since his arrival, okay? Not to mention that the tower refused to resupply him (he did try that). He's made due with what he has on hands. >.>Riku has lots of practice at shooting sharp looks even blindfolded. He keeps from mirroring that sigh, in the end it's Yu's decision when to tell. Still...]
Don't wait for too long.
[Well, even a therapist needs to dump his baggage every now and then.
Yu better not feel bad about it. >.>Riku tenses just lightly as he nods.]
Yeah. [He glances over at Yu, looking maybe just a little worried. He knows Yu stays out at night, sometimes at least, but given what had happened not even an hour ago...] Are you going to be alright?