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[ou] naminé

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Characters: [OU] Naminé and anybody who finds her/her Shadow.
Setting: All over the tower
Format: Up to you
Summary: Naminé's shadow is running around... being nice to people? For the most part, anyway. (Watch out, she's kind of emotional.) Still, this is probably going to get awkward once the real Naminé catches up to her. / Yeah, it gets messy.
Warnings: Emotional Shadow, denial, Shadow Boss Fight and all that entails.

[NORMAL MODE]

[Naminé - or at least someone who looks exactly like her - appears to be in a very strange mood today. Every little thing seems to effect her; one second she's smiling fit to put the sun out of business and the next it looks like rainclouds are what she'll be replacing. The longer she spends on her own, the more distraught she seems to get, but since she appears to be seeking out anyone she(?) knows or recognizes, chances are she'll remedy that problem soon enough. Anybody that's ever met Naminé is likely to be mercilessly hunted down and... smiled at? Whatever the reason, she seems to be very happy to see anyone, anyone at all, but especially the people that she's already met before, and even more so the people she's formed more proper a friendship with. So, anybody that she sees will likely be accosted upon discovery by a very cheerful young lady. (Careful, though - she's liable to be very sad if she's not treated well.)]

[The real Naminé will be searching the tower herself, trying not quite frantically but about as close as she gets, to find her double. Passersby may be accosted by this Naminé as well, only this one appears to be consistently grim and concerned, and she's looking for information regarding the location of her duplicate.]

[BOSS MODE]

[Whoops. So apparently, someone had trouble accepting that this strange person wandering around was part of her - not only due to her own issues with denial but also because come on, how could she trust something like that in this particular Tower, infamous for screwing with people as it is?]

[Floor to ceiling, it seem like everywhere you look there is a giant mass of chains, shifting as though they're alive. In the center of it all is the Shadow Naminé, held aloft by those chains. Clothed in a dress that seems to go on forever, she's draped head to toe in white fabric. The bottom is loose and flowing, the ends cut in a pattern of semi-circles. The front is short enough for the ends of her toes to almost show, assuming she has them, but the back forms quite the train. The middle and bodice are the only things that seem to be tight, and quite tight at that; in combination with the bottom and the long, flowing sleeves that repeat the pattern of semi-circles but go so far past her hands as to totally obscure them and hang off, flying about with her motions when she makes them, she almost seems too thin in the middle. Veiled as she is, the only part of her skin that shows is the space between her nose and about where the line of the real girl's dress usually is. The Shadow's skin is just slightly paler than its counterpart's, though her lips and cheeks are darker, more noticable and expressive, almost, despite the fact that her eyes are obscured. She's almost reminiscent of some the lesser Nobodies, with their wasp waists and strange limbs and flexibility and their apparent lack of eyes, only what's underneath seems almost disturbingly human, for such a creature.]

[It'd likely be hard enough to get to her with just the chains everywhere, but what's worse is that she also seems to be making use of Corridors of Darkness. Fortunately for passersby, she only seems to be interested in attacking Naminé, both with the chains (which the girl is doing her best to block with Reflect, though she'll soon tire at this rate) and with less obvious means. This is also a clash of similar powers, powers over the mind and heart; at first it is visible only in Naminé's apparent distraction, but as time goes by and the battle gets more intense, something about the whole area just seems wrong, like it isn't quite real. Those who are sensitive to such things may notice a fairly terrifying amount of magical/psychic energy that just keeps building up.]

[Those who choose to interfere will find that, unless they attempt to attack her directly, the Shadow Naminé will not attack them. She will say things to discourage them from doing so, but only if they persist to the point of injuring her will she actually fight back. Mental attacks on those susceptible include attempted memory removal and causing intense headaches and/or hallucinations, but the real Naminé will be doing her best to block such things with her own influence. Aside from that, there's the kind of stuff that Naminé will not be able to help much with, like direct attacks from the chains. For the most part, such attacks will be limited to attempting to restrain the interloper and/or cast them into a portal and send them to another part of the tower, usually a benign one where they will not be injured but are nevertheless removed from the fight until they can get back to where it is, should they choose to return. Actually attempting to hurt someone will only happen if they have repeatedly damage the Shadow Naminé and will be limited to attempted knockouts with as little permanent/fatal injury as can be managed.]

[Needless to say, Naminé is going to need some help.]

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[The Feeling had gotten more and more common over the past couple of days, as more Shadows tried to manifest and overpower their other halves. (After what had happened yesterday, Equius couldn't bring himself to call them "true selves".) It was slamming him in the head now, as a matter of fact; the compromising of Space for the sake of something that wasn't supposed to be there. He had intended to keep on walking directly past the next floor, whatever it turned out to be... but it soon became apparent that wasn't possible. There were chains running everywhere, including onto the staircase, at least ten thick in some places. It was simply impossible to get over. They were hanging from every wall, sitting in piles on the floor... and the one place where they seemed to clear was where Equius knew, by now, he would find the source of the problem.]

[He was right.]

[The troll jumped down from his stair to the floor as quietly as he could, looking between the small blonde girl and the Shadow in a dress, perched precariously in the nest of chains. Fortunately, he'd long since learned to carry around a bow when wandering the Tower, especially with it in this state -- monsters manifesting here, there, everywhere. It was kind of hard not to.]

[Well, there was only one way to clear the chains, and that was probably to defeat this Shadow. Looks like he had a bit more fighting scheduled for today than he planned. Still, eh didn't do anything more than walk forward, looking like he would defend himself... but certainly not attack.]

[If either girl or shadow!girl notice his presence, it's not obvious at first. Naminé is quite distracted trying to maintain her Reflect spell against the chains that are repeatedly lashing against it. Not that many of them are being used to do so - yet - but even so, she has to focus to keep the barrier from shattering entirely. It's no small feat for someone so inexperienced, nor is that she's having to do it while conducting a mental battle, as well. (That, perhaps, is the more challenging one.)]

[The Shadow continues to pay him little heed, but unless he makes an effort to conceal himself, the real Naminé will soon take notice of him, turning her eyes his way but not much else, a startled expression slipping onto her face.]

--?!

[Can she speak? Equius isn't entirely sure, so he awkwardly holds up one hand as a form of greeting before looking to the Shadow. It's a little unnerving how she doesn't seem to pay attention to him at all, instead focusing all of her attention on the girl... what was happening? Shouldn't they be... fighting?]

[He looked back down at her, perhaps hoping for some indication of how he could help. Eventually, though he didn't expect her to respond, he spoke.]

Is that... yours?

[She'd probably return the greeting were she not so busy. The girl's eyes dart between him and the Shadow for a moment, as if checking whether he sees it or not. At the question, Naminé blinks, almost as if she's having trouble processing it. Eventually, however, a bit staccato,]

Yes. It's-- mine. You-- [She winces suddenly, as if from an abrupt headache, but seems to force it back.] I'm sorry. You-- should run...!

[It's her problem, after all, and the thought of what her Shadow might do-- well, it's a distraction she cannot afford and also a very, very painful thought.]

[Somewhere amongst the clatter of chains is another voice, nearly identical to her own, kept quiet but perhaps still audible as it says, miserably,]

Oh, this is so embarrassing...!

[Which earns the girl's Shadow an oddly offended looking grimace from the real Naminé.]

I'm sorry, but I can't.

[Let her believe what she wanted; if he came off as a Good, Valiant Person, that's fine. But the fact of the matter is that there's kind of a giant pile of chains blocking the exit.]

[The Shadow's words upset him a bit too, and it shows, though he doesn't say anything about it. It was a bit embarrassing for him to have to be dropped into this mess, but he'd already seen his Shadow, thank you very much, and this one had no business dealing in individuals with which it was not connected. Clearly it was talking about the girl, and someone having to come in and save her.]

[Maybe it... was a little embarrassing, yeah.]

[But he couldn't just stand on the stairs and watch. His own battle had required several people to take down, not including him; the fact that the girl could keep her magic going for this long was a great testament to her ability.]

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[normal for now?]

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Normal!

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[Normal Mode for now! uwu]

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