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towerofanimus2012-07-16 08:38 pm
morituramfides) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-16 08:38 pm
System Error
Characters: Jin Shirato ft. Crazy Head Persona, and anyone willing to approach him
Setting: Floor 27 [The Lab], Floor 15 [The Workshop], Floor 2 [The Infirmary] and in between. Can backdate to before the event if you want.
Format: Starting prose, but I don't care~
Summary: The fallout from the Infighting event and Minato's Bluekat-induced rampage are still casting a dark shadow on Jin's already screwed up head, and he's dealing with it the best way he knows how to: by avoiding everyone ever, ignoring his problems and distracting himself with totally normal person hobbies!
Warnings: EXPLOSIVE material (get it), mentally unwell techie arsonist
Floor Twenty-Seven - Research Laboratory||
For over a week, Jin'd been able to avoid most contact with others-- at the least, those he knew. He'd hardly even been in his room, only there to retrieve some things he needed and get a bit of a shut-eye when he needed it. He'd been coaxed out to the party only from his budding paranoia, and someone might've seen him in the hallways every now and then in transit.
But for the most part, he had been holed up in the laboratory on the 27th floor-- not exactly ont that was popular around here, and hopefully especially less so after June. Jin himself would've absolutely abhorred the sight of this floor a month ago, but now it had what he needed; it had an ample amount of supplies, and it was quiet, and was usually overlooked by most of the residents in favor of the Library or the Music Room above. He still couldn't bring himself to face much of anyone, so the solitude was for once, a comfort.
It was here that he had settled himself at a worktable for a good amount of the last week, an ample amount of supplies on the table in front of him where he sat. There were some containers that were already sealed and finished, and there were others that were half full, some empty, and an ample amount of miscellaneous things just scattered about-- he even had his laptop on the table, the casing open to expose the gadgetry inside. He was preparing a mixture of some kind of powder, or alternatively, assembling something else with wire and metal. He needed something to do with himself; something productive. Idleness and inactivity were not a luxury he was accustomed to having. If one could hear they might hear him mumbling in an odd, one-sided conversation.
Floor Fifteen - Workshop ||
He needed materials, simple as that. The Workshop was a much more common space for people though, he knew that; so while he was trying to sort out what he needed at the moment, he as mumbling a bit more above the normal low-volume one would expect from mumbling. It'd quickly become apparent that he wasn't talking to himself-- it sounded like he was actually addressing someone. And those that knew Jin might be able to guess that his other conversation partner was the doombringer that was living in his head.
Floor Two - Infirmary||
Moros had been his only substantial contact since the month began, but the Persona still wasn't agreeable enough to give him any healing spells. So Jin could be found in the infirmary, his jacket open so that the sleeves could be more easily pulled off his arms as he fixed up his hands with disinfectant and bandages. Working with sharp materials and strange chemicals wasn't exactly leaving his hands in any good condition.
He'd also grabbed another bottle of the suppressants from one of the drones, which had been hastily shoved into his pocket, a long with a few other medical supplies.
Anywhere Else ||
As much as he wanted to avoid people, he had to do something with himself, and with the long distance between floors that he needed, it was easy to spot Jin in an a hallway or clammering down the staircase. Don't expect him to stick around though; he was even less open to conversation that he usually was right now.
Setting: Floor 27 [The Lab], Floor 15 [The Workshop], Floor 2 [The Infirmary] and in between. Can backdate to before the event if you want.
Format: Starting prose, but I don't care~
Summary: The fallout from the Infighting event and Minato's Bluekat-induced rampage are still casting a dark shadow on Jin's already screwed up head, and he's dealing with it the best way he knows how to: by avoiding everyone ever, ignoring his problems and distracting himself with totally normal person hobbies!
Warnings: EXPLOSIVE material (get it), mentally unwell techie arsonist
Floor Twenty-Seven - Research Laboratory||
For over a week, Jin'd been able to avoid most contact with others-- at the least, those he knew. He'd hardly even been in his room, only there to retrieve some things he needed and get a bit of a shut-eye when he needed it. He'd been coaxed out to the party only from his budding paranoia, and someone might've seen him in the hallways every now and then in transit.
But for the most part, he had been holed up in the laboratory on the 27th floor-- not exactly ont that was popular around here, and hopefully especially less so after June. Jin himself would've absolutely abhorred the sight of this floor a month ago, but now it had what he needed; it had an ample amount of supplies, and it was quiet, and was usually overlooked by most of the residents in favor of the Library or the Music Room above. He still couldn't bring himself to face much of anyone, so the solitude was for once, a comfort.
It was here that he had settled himself at a worktable for a good amount of the last week, an ample amount of supplies on the table in front of him where he sat. There were some containers that were already sealed and finished, and there were others that were half full, some empty, and an ample amount of miscellaneous things just scattered about-- he even had his laptop on the table, the casing open to expose the gadgetry inside. He was preparing a mixture of some kind of powder, or alternatively, assembling something else with wire and metal. He needed something to do with himself; something productive. Idleness and inactivity were not a luxury he was accustomed to having. If one could hear they might hear him mumbling in an odd, one-sided conversation.
Floor Fifteen - Workshop ||
He needed materials, simple as that. The Workshop was a much more common space for people though, he knew that; so while he was trying to sort out what he needed at the moment, he as mumbling a bit more above the normal low-volume one would expect from mumbling. It'd quickly become apparent that he wasn't talking to himself-- it sounded like he was actually addressing someone. And those that knew Jin might be able to guess that his other conversation partner was the doombringer that was living in his head.
Floor Two - Infirmary||
Moros had been his only substantial contact since the month began, but the Persona still wasn't agreeable enough to give him any healing spells. So Jin could be found in the infirmary, his jacket open so that the sleeves could be more easily pulled off his arms as he fixed up his hands with disinfectant and bandages. Working with sharp materials and strange chemicals wasn't exactly leaving his hands in any good condition.
He'd also grabbed another bottle of the suppressants from one of the drones, which had been hastily shoved into his pocket, a long with a few other medical supplies.
Anywhere Else ||
As much as he wanted to avoid people, he had to do something with himself, and with the long distance between floors that he needed, it was easy to spot Jin in an a hallway or clammering down the staircase. Don't expect him to stick around though; he was even less open to conversation that he usually was right now.
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"You think I care? I don't even know why I asked you in the first place; I should've predicted that you would've been useless. So much for logical parameters."
It was a good thing he was talking to Suzaku, because with anyone else he probably would've just upset himself with a line like that.
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"Are you... Is Minato..." He cut off his words, of course they weren't okay. No one was okay anymore, okay didn't exist in this tower. It was just a scale of how much pain, how much torment you were in at this specific moment of time.
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Yeah, he's heard Suzaku apologize a million times, but he... probably would've been angry about anyone asking him that, really. He didn't even know how he felt about the problem, and it just made him feel sick again.
"Minato's fine," (probably a lie) "Make you feel better?"
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'Anyone like you' was about the most general thing Jin could probably say, and he didn't have any specific parameters for it. There was them, and there was everyone else; and everyone else didn't have a reason to give a shit. Simple enough.
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Why would it be any different here. Jin and Minato may be from a different world than him but he had still betrayed them both. More than once.
It was no surprise that Jin did not trust him, but Suzaku was surprised that it hurt so much. Like he had thought being in a different world would make any difference.
"Well I do care... that's just the way it is."
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It was a question long overdue and it was driving him crazy. Even back during the Labyrinth when he flew off the handle at Suzaku, Jin still didn't understand this guys thinking and reasoning. Suzaku had killed one of his friends. In a fit of anger, Jin had used it as an excuse to deem Suzaku an acceptable target. All they had done was argue with each other, so why didn't this guy just argue back like a normal person?!
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"Why would you care about someone you barely know? Much less someone who hates your guts."
Needless to say, he wasn't very well-accustomed with basic human decency.
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The disbelief in his voice was just ever-mounting a long with the anger. Seriously, he would appreciate it if you started making sense.
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"You're not our captors, I figure that gives me enough reason to care about what happens to you regardless of your feelings towards me."
He doesn't care that he hates him, he welcomes it in fact. At least someone reacts in a sensible manner to Suzaku's crimes.
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"Cute. But people aren't very good at separating things out like that; there's all sorts of petty spats that people get in when the bastards they really hate are too far out of reach, I know, I've dealt with them."
He's still angry but now it looks like he actually is entertained by the very thought of it, a mix of despair and entertainment coming to his face that just made it all look deranged.
"Besides, I'm no better than them at this point, am I--!"
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Since he had been killed, spent the rest of the time in the tower, and then went to his doomed world before people came back and since returning and killing Minato had been avoiding everyone he was probably the only person in the tower to not know what had happened in the later weeks. "What do you mean by that?"
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"You don't know? Jason and the podleaders got kicked back to the Tower the last week because some assholes thought it'd be a good idea to screw around while they were gone. So Ruana decides that she's going to be in charge for the last week, but she can't do all of our procedures herself! So I had to step in and do it for her--!"
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It probably showed on his face, he never had been good at keeping the truly big things to himself. "It wasn't your fault... it doesn't make you as bad as them, if you were forced..."
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It was almost an honest question, as the venom almost entirely dropped from his voice as his face turned blank-- almost concerned. Yu had told him it wasn't his fault-- Minato too. Blame the admins, right? Everyone did. But he couldn't...seem to convince himself.
"I still did it. There are people that do horrible things who are just acting under orders. No one threatened me to do it-- no one paid me or ordered me. And even if I was forced-- that doesn't mean shit, does it?"
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"No it doesn't. It was still you, but it still doesn't make it as bad as you. You experimented on people, controlled or not but forcing someone to do their work for them. That makes them even lower, it is them that are truly to blame, but that doesn't stop you feeling guilty."
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A redirection of anger? Ooooh yeah Suzaku just kept being in the wrong place at the wrong time. "We're all just a bunch of scumbags in the end. Doesn't make anyone feel any better or worse."
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He was angry, or he wouldn't have said anything but he saw in Jin what he saw in himself and what he hated in himself.
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Not that any of his mental reelings were on display for Suzaku to see, but it did stagger his response just a minute. "Oh please," And as aloof as he wanted to be, there was of course the part of him that wasn't as convincing as he usually was.
"Who do you think I am? I murder and steal for a living. Humanity is closer to dirt than the worms."
btw feel free to punch this jerk
Himself betraying Lelouch out of anger. He saw the same self hatred and anger in Jin as he did in himself but Jin was denying it, putting on a front.
He reached out to grab Jin's injured hand, "What did you do?"
best invitation i've ever gotten
The pain and the anger combined made him immediately retaliate, yanking his hand away and using his other arm to turn and elbow Suzaku in gut.
"I don't think that's any of your damn business."
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"Is this your only response?"