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towerofanimus2012-08-22 10:39 pm
moontothetide) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-22 10:39 pm
4th Spell - Forward dated to the 24th
Who: Tara Maclay and whoever she happens to come across
Where: The locations listed below
When: August 22nd
What: Tara returns from her unexpected banishment. Food comes first, and then reflection, and then anger and a new resolve.
Warnings: Depression, mental trauma, possible blood. Nothing too serious, and I'll warn if anything else comes up
Floor 38 (The Lounge)
Tara sits on one of the couches, her trunk settled on a coffee table placed in front of it. Various and sundry objects are laid out on what surface isn't taken up by it. A small stone in some color or another, a tattered blouse, a dogeared book...but Tara keeps searching.
When she's emptied out the trunk, she shuffles through what she's pulled out, first once and then again, and again, and again, searching with the slightly desperate, slightly manic quality of the people who don't believe they're actually going to find what they're looking for but can't quite bring themselves to give up hope.
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and at one point she has to pause, press a hand to her mouth, and bite back a sob.
Floor 13 (The Church)
A Prize Pod comes skittering into the room from the stairs, hopping down them two at a time before landing on the floor and starting off again at a trot.
Tara is very close behind, dropping right down from the floor above without bothering with the stairs. At least she hasn't lost control of her levitation in the interim. She lands and lunges with her knife in hand, but the Prize Pod executes a quick dodge that leaves Tara collapsed on the floor. She rights herself just in time to see the Prize Pod racing off, darting among the pews.
"Oh, no you don't."
One pew is tossed aside, and the Prize Pod staggers, but manages to shake off Tara's telekinesis and race on. Tara psychically grabs a cipher from the wall and gives it a swing.
Floor 12 (The Projection Room)
Tara seems to have gotten somewhat...stuck, in this room. As the many and endless worlds collapse and burn and die around her, she sits in the middle of the room, hands over her ears, eyes tight shut. Although the projections are completely silent, she's singing in a shaky, tremulous voice, as though trying to block out an unpleasant sound. "Understand w-we go hand in hand but w-we walk alone in f-fear..."
Every time she opens her eyes, it's onto a scene of destruction, and this only makes Tara close them tight again.
Floor 25 (The Meadow)
It worked for Buffy. Why can't it work for Tara?
So, she jogs, running her ungainly way around the length of the floor. She does situps. She even tries jumping jacks. Even when she's huffing and gasping for air, Tara tries to exercise. Even if its just some rather ineffectual punches at the air.
Anyone who gets close enough can easily see that she's been crying. A lot. Her eyes are still red rimmed, and her face is still tear-stained. But her jaw is set, and even if she's only doing it to avoid thinking, she remembers the feeling she'd first had training with Reno. It's a feeling she wants to recapture - the feeling of doing something right.
Whenever she pauses in her work, it's only to stand and look down at the flowers around her, the beautiful blooms that seem always so resilient. But only for a minute or so - then Tara swipes at her eyes almost angrily, and goes back to her solo training.
Where: The locations listed below
When: August 22nd
What: Tara returns from her unexpected banishment. Food comes first, and then reflection, and then anger and a new resolve.
Warnings: Depression, mental trauma, possible blood. Nothing too serious, and I'll warn if anything else comes up
Floor 38 (The Lounge)
Tara sits on one of the couches, her trunk settled on a coffee table placed in front of it. Various and sundry objects are laid out on what surface isn't taken up by it. A small stone in some color or another, a tattered blouse, a dogeared book...but Tara keeps searching.
When she's emptied out the trunk, she shuffles through what she's pulled out, first once and then again, and again, and again, searching with the slightly desperate, slightly manic quality of the people who don't believe they're actually going to find what they're looking for but can't quite bring themselves to give up hope.
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and at one point she has to pause, press a hand to her mouth, and bite back a sob.
Floor 13 (The Church)
A Prize Pod comes skittering into the room from the stairs, hopping down them two at a time before landing on the floor and starting off again at a trot.
Tara is very close behind, dropping right down from the floor above without bothering with the stairs. At least she hasn't lost control of her levitation in the interim. She lands and lunges with her knife in hand, but the Prize Pod executes a quick dodge that leaves Tara collapsed on the floor. She rights herself just in time to see the Prize Pod racing off, darting among the pews.
"Oh, no you don't."
One pew is tossed aside, and the Prize Pod staggers, but manages to shake off Tara's telekinesis and race on. Tara psychically grabs a cipher from the wall and gives it a swing.
Floor 12 (The Projection Room)
Tara seems to have gotten somewhat...stuck, in this room. As the many and endless worlds collapse and burn and die around her, she sits in the middle of the room, hands over her ears, eyes tight shut. Although the projections are completely silent, she's singing in a shaky, tremulous voice, as though trying to block out an unpleasant sound. "Understand w-we go hand in hand but w-we walk alone in f-fear..."
Every time she opens her eyes, it's onto a scene of destruction, and this only makes Tara close them tight again.
Floor 25 (The Meadow)
It worked for Buffy. Why can't it work for Tara?
So, she jogs, running her ungainly way around the length of the floor. She does situps. She even tries jumping jacks. Even when she's huffing and gasping for air, Tara tries to exercise. Even if its just some rather ineffectual punches at the air.
Anyone who gets close enough can easily see that she's been crying. A lot. Her eyes are still red rimmed, and her face is still tear-stained. But her jaw is set, and even if she's only doing it to avoid thinking, she remembers the feeling she'd first had training with Reno. It's a feeling she wants to recapture - the feeling of doing something right.
Whenever she pauses in her work, it's only to stand and look down at the flowers around her, the beautiful blooms that seem always so resilient. But only for a minute or so - then Tara swipes at her eyes almost angrily, and goes back to her solo training.
Re: Floor 25 - Meadow
"M-Minato. Um, h-hi. I can leave, if you want."
Re: Floor 25 - Meadow
"Leave? You don't have to, unless I'm troubling you."
Re: Floor 25 - Meadow
Re: Floor 25 - Meadow
Re: Floor 25 - Meadow
Tara goes a bit red at the thought. "Um, I-I don't mind. It's just, um, th-there wouldn't be much to watch. I mean, I only just...learned, some of this stuff. From Reno. He had a class, and I was taking it, before I..." She flaps her hands a bit helplessly. "L-Left."
Re: Floor 25 - Meadow