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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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...
[He shuts his mouth, turning away. He is indeed still sparking with that cold, cruel lightning when he stops to pull a small, golden orb from his pocket. Instantly, it's like a great deal of darkness in his heart is extinguished.
'Thou must remain calm...' even though he is still livid on the inside.]
...Sorry. [No, he isn't.]
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No, you're not. For once, an ounce of emotion, extinguished so quickly by the necessity of platitudes. [He spreads his arms as though in regret.] The universe makes or breaks us all. It is the crucible and the forge, and it is utterly unforgiving.
Those who catch themselves willfully in a cycle of death for a brief moment of respite are addicts.
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World... mine. [It's quiet, probably too hard to make out for normal ears... but it's there.]
"For every thousand thou shalt kill, I shall revive fifteen thousand." [For every Death, there are at least ten of Life. It's something he's begun to take to heart, much like the one who is a part of him. Even if his voice trembles slightly, he remembers those words well...
He glances over his shoulder, only enough to see the elderly man. Odd, how he has yet to utter a single name.]
The same could be said for those who cling to life, despite the circumstance.
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And yet, it's considerably more lauded for people to rail against their end. "Do not go gentle into that good night" ... whereas the suicidal and addicts of more "acceptible" notions are simply dismissed as suicidal or broken, unworthy of attention or help. A curious outlook, indeed... should we applaud those who remove themselves from life, those who fall into a cycle of self-abuse for the sake of fleeting pleasure?
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You misunderstand me. [He tilts his head to the side, the sparks finally having died down. However, that anger is still there. He hates when others say such things.] The reason I still stand is because we do not dismiss those lost in Despair.
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[Oh, hello berserk button #2. How are you today? His fists clench again, having already heard this speech before more than enough times in his finite lifetime.
It doesn't help that the person he'd heard it from, who embraced that ideology, had recently arrived...]
Whether they do or do not matters little when it doesn't change the essential truths of their lives, nor how pitiful an existence is when they do not accept it and do their best to better the lives of those closest to them!
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of course, he won't listen, but at least he knows what you were trying to say.]
No one looks beyond themselves or what is immediately around them. That is why the universe falls regardless of however many "heroes" are present. The truth is perpetually out of their collective grasp because they have blinded themselves to its presence with meaningless mores and platitudes. Believing in the power of Hope and Friendship is all well and fine, but at the end of the day, the scales are still tilted and the World asunder.
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[...]
[Oh, he did not. He did not just say that.]
[Yu's eyes narrow into slits as he turns to face Xehanort fully once more.]
Who is the blind one, here.
[There is something about his tone. That icy coldness that doesn't match the light in his eyes, nor the wetness that threatens to leak out. He never was one to let his emotions rule him, but the blue light in his eyes seems to glow... and was that a card falling down until it spun before his face like a mask?]
You say that others have blinded themselves, that truth is outside of their grasp... but that is a lie.
[He takes the World into his hands, venom still dripping from his every word. Give him one more reason to crush it and show you his Truth.]
it isn't just a belief; I am that Hope.
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instead it simply comes out as hollow, empty chuckle
and he turns his back, summoning a portal and walking into it silently.
Before he's consumed by the wavering darkness, he turns, looking over his shoulder to fix Yu right in the eyes.]
If you are Hope, where were you when I had no other choice but to extinguish my own light...
[One step. Two steps. Gone.]
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'You don't know what kind of shit I've been through!'
... Izanagi-no-Okami appears of his own accord, barring Yu from following through that darkness. He wouldn't be able to withstand its power in his current state, and his true self knows it. He knows it.
But he may not hear the last thing he has to say:]
In the light you extinguished, in those you seem to push away....
[-and in the trust he betrayed, but it isn't like Yu knows of that part. After all, he is not from the same universe... nor is he from the same time. He wasn't even alive yet, more than likely.
Yu looks up to Izanagi, feeling the sparks from the drain that Ziodyne spell causes as it goes through the dark as it fades-]
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