[OPEN] so you can't hold a star in your hand

[decompose]

Characters: Nigredo and YOU
Setting: All of the Tower
Format: Prose and/or brackets
Summary: Nigredo has no idea what is happening, let alone why. Exploring the tower. Dorm room > all across the Tower! Please make sure to put your chosen location in the subject line. Filling out the power permissions form will help me a lot, too!
Warnings: No warnings as of yet.


[It was the worst feeling, waking up with sleep paralysis; unable to open your eyes, to move. Even more so find yourself in a strange room that was most certainly not the hospital Nigredo had been recovering in. Wasn't a planetary war enough? Well, apparently not. A week after losing all but one brother, and a serious injury, and, oh, well, killing your own father...

Eh, why not throw in a tower of nightmares? Everyone like's tower nightmares, right?

He's changed into a uniform he'd hoped he'd never see again (he hated it-- hated the U.R.T.V. uniforms with a passion, now), mostly because it's better than those weird skin-tight suit things, pistol holstered and out of sight, a combat knife tucked into his left boot. (Never know what to expect, right?) And now he's wandering around the tower, exploring it.

Calling out for his brother, mentally, with no luck.

+1 twelve year old child weapon, Tower of Animus. What now?]

Comments

[temptestament]

*Kind, maybe trustworthy. He hopes he'll never have reason to hurt the boy, anyway. Aside from the fact that Albedo would kill (well, re-kill) him if he showed up, Nigredo seemed like such a good-natured person and had already been through so much. His first impulse was to try to protect him, to give him time to recover without having even more trauma heaped on top of the Conflict.

He lets go of the shoulder and gives it a pat before standing up.*

Have you been to the cafeteria yet?

[decompose]

[Why would you want to hurt someone that's been hurt enough, Allen? Then again, not a lot of people will raise a hand to a child. Allen is different-- he knows not to be fooled by Nigredo's small face. It's something Nigredo has only ever had to use once.

Yuriev paid the price for that one.

He feels... sheepish, all of a sudden. Unsure of what to do. Makes his hands stay still so that he doesn't fidget.]

I haven't. [Not yet.] I'm sure it's nice, but... I need to find Rubedo.

[If Allen knows him and Albedo, he fully expects Allen to know about Rubedo. In spite of not fidgeting, Nigredo's eyes waver and move to the floor.]

Keywords appropriate.

[temptestament]

*He never knows who he's going to end up hurting, that lesson's been pounded into him. But it's never stopped him from hoping to avoid it, and it doesn't help him meet Nigredo's eyes when he realizes he has to share more bad news.*

I... *Sigh.* I'm not sure Rubedo's even here. As far as I know, the two of us are the only people here from any version of our universe.

*And he would know. The collective unconscious of the tower is strange, patchwork and constantly shifting, but it doesn't really hamper his senses. And though he's never spoken to Rubedo in person before, he's seen him enough to recognize his consciousness if it appears.*

fffff sobbing

[decompose]

[It's not an answer Nigredo can accept. That calm exterior wavers again. Nope. No. Can't accept it.]

He's too stubborn. [He says it firmly. Carefully. Unwavering in his conviction. Rubedo had to be here. He can't just... leave his brother alone. Not after all of that. Not after everything they've been through. The bad news of the Tower was enough. This just wasn't something he can swallow.

And maybe when he stares right at Allen, there's a flicker of fierce determination.]