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towerofanimus2012-07-05 02:37 am
fallen_stage) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-05 02:37 am
Entry tags:
[003]
Characters: Kuja, Zidane, and YOU
Setting: Floor 2 (infirmary), Floor 14 (media room), Floor 18 (study room), Floor 22 (art gallery), Floor 26 (morgue)
Format: Starting with prose, will match
Summary: Kuja meets with his brother for a chat; Kuja gets stuck; Kuja around the Tower in general.
Warnings: Claustrophobia in the morgue.
After speaking with Zidane over the network, Kuja immediately made his way to the media room. Although he browsed through the selection, he did so without real interest. He was here to have a little chat, not settle down with a story. Maybe later.
The morgue was an unusual and out of place location. What point was there to a morgue where the dead never remained so? Kuja looked through some of the cabinets, and while he did find a few remains, they were utterly unfamiliar, without any identifying markers. Most of them were empty, as if built for a higher death count... In one he thought he saw a glimmer, but to go headfirst into a dark, narrow place was foolish. Instead, he tried to fish it out with magic, and when that didn't work, he braced himself on the shelf to reach the object with his foot.
Immediately the drawer slammed closed with a heavy click. Kuja pressed against the door, but nothing happened, not even when he rammed against it. His heart started pounding in the stifling space, but he couldn't panic.
"Hello? Help! I'm in here!"
Kuja resisted the impulse to also shout 'I'm not dead'. The scent of cold metal and preservative filled his head but that didn't mean he had to lose it entirely. Someone would come by. Eventually. In the meantime, Kuja summoned some fire, for light since the metal didn't melt in the slightest.
After all that nonsense, Kuja just wanted to relax. What better way than with a book? Some might not think a medical text wasn't very engaging, especially one focusing on chemistry, but Kuja liked it. The text reminded him of the countless hours studying in his youth, learning how magic could affect and shape the body.
Now, if only the ghostly whispers would stop. At first Kuja tried to decipher the words, but every time he listened, the noise was just this side of unintelligible. So, like with many minor annoyances, Kuja ignored it. The warm, wet air stirring at his neck was harder to ignore, but he could manage it well enough.
With all of the changes in the recent pod situation, Kuja decided to take the next step in his education on more mundane methods of medicine. He had the book from the library with him, and he was checking the information against the stock available in the infirmary.
Setting: Floor 2 (infirmary), Floor 14 (media room), Floor 18 (study room), Floor 22 (art gallery), Floor 26 (morgue)
Format: Starting with prose, will match
Summary: Kuja meets with his brother for a chat; Kuja gets stuck; Kuja around the Tower in general.
Warnings: Claustrophobia in the morgue.
After speaking with Zidane over the network, Kuja immediately made his way to the media room. Although he browsed through the selection, he did so without real interest. He was here to have a little chat, not settle down with a story. Maybe later.
The morgue was an unusual and out of place location. What point was there to a morgue where the dead never remained so? Kuja looked through some of the cabinets, and while he did find a few remains, they were utterly unfamiliar, without any identifying markers. Most of them were empty, as if built for a higher death count... In one he thought he saw a glimmer, but to go headfirst into a dark, narrow place was foolish. Instead, he tried to fish it out with magic, and when that didn't work, he braced himself on the shelf to reach the object with his foot.
Immediately the drawer slammed closed with a heavy click. Kuja pressed against the door, but nothing happened, not even when he rammed against it. His heart started pounding in the stifling space, but he couldn't panic.
"Hello? Help! I'm in here!"
Kuja resisted the impulse to also shout 'I'm not dead'. The scent of cold metal and preservative filled his head but that didn't mean he had to lose it entirely. Someone would come by. Eventually. In the meantime, Kuja summoned some fire, for light since the metal didn't melt in the slightest.
After all that nonsense, Kuja just wanted to relax. What better way than with a book? Some might not think a medical text wasn't very engaging, especially one focusing on chemistry, but Kuja liked it. The text reminded him of the countless hours studying in his youth, learning how magic could affect and shape the body.
Now, if only the ghostly whispers would stop. At first Kuja tried to decipher the words, but every time he listened, the noise was just this side of unintelligible. So, like with many minor annoyances, Kuja ignored it. The warm, wet air stirring at his neck was harder to ignore, but he could manage it well enough.
With all of the changes in the recent pod situation, Kuja decided to take the next step in his education on more mundane methods of medicine. He had the book from the library with him, and he was checking the information against the stock available in the infirmary.
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[Kuja can't help but look at all the dusty labels on jars along one counter. They look so old... nothing like the infirmary. Older type of names, on some. "Spirit of" this, and that "fortis". Not all of them used for preservation, either.]
I expect they will continue as before, unless there is some major upset. This tower and its administrators favor the status quo. Stagnantation....
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[His eyes drift lazily around the room, taking things in.] Experimentation on corpses, perhaps. Understanding different physiologies. How else can they tailor things to each person and species in kind? We may look the same on the outside, but in a metaphysical sense... even the heart may differ.
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Just the sort of spirit I hope for all to foster in these dark times! Most of the basic laws of nature, as I understand them, seem to be present, so it's the finer functions rather than the baser ones that we need to puzzle out.
[So that occurred to Xehanort too. Kuja is intimately familiar with the functions of the body, its study, creation, and destruction...]
A vital point; I'm glad you came to that conclusion too. In fact, we cannot assume we are anywhere near the first survivors they have brought. We could only be the latest batch, refining their obscured processes.... The body, the soul, these things could vary so widely, even within a single planet.
[Kuja pauses a moment, fingers resting on the soft purple of his collar.]
Rather optimistic of you, to think they practiced on corpses. These collars didn't just spring out of the fog....
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[He leans against the table, drumming his fingers on it curiously, listening to the sound as though it would give him some form of answer.] I did not hold stock in what pablum they have fed us in even spoonfuls. Nor do I believe much of what they say even now... but the more curious thought is, who is to say that this is even the only instance of such a thing? Perhaps there are other towers. Perhaps there were previous iterations of whatever grand experiment is running here. We are hardly special... our coming here was little more than random chance through a summoning.