towerofanimus | [OPEN]

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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Oh, the telekinesis helps. It helps so much.]

[No, really, it does. These chains are horrible to deal with exclusively because they can fly everywhere so easily, and Equius absolutely has to keep his footing; otherwise, the whole battlefield would turn into a horrible fiery mess. Equius notices Eleanor's assistance quickly, and not having to worry about the chains taking him increases damage output quite significantly.]

[Eventually, he actually does do it — a nice shot, luckier than the others, sticking right out of the Shadow's face.]

[Naminé herself shifts as if startled, but maybe that's because the Shadow's response is blind flailing, the noise from the chains becoming deafening as they swing even more wildly than before. If the Shadow were a properly physical being, it'd certainly be dead; as it is, it appears to be on its last legs, the air around it distorting oddly as if it's starting to fade out of existence.]

[The real - for a given value of real - blonde girl presses her advantage in her own invisible fight. Even if the physical fight isn't ended soon, it seems she'll win her own battle soon enough.]

[Eleanor gives on redirecting the chains after a moment, throwing another barrage of fire at the shadow and almost immediately afterwards teleporting again, trying to close in for another close quarters hit on the thing.]

[The meaning behind that flicker is obvious. Simple visual shorthand dictates that when something like a Shadow is having trouble keeping its own appearance together, then it's probably running low on power — which means that this whole mess should be over soon. But in the meantime, Eleanor has stopped trying to deflect the chains, which means more jumping around like a hot potato. Still, the flaming arrows don't stop.]

[A few more good hits and the Shadow's almost completely blurred. The chains thrash a while longer, but slowly start to sag, and soon enough, the chains holding the Shadow aloft slip to the group, taking it with them. Everything just seems to go slack after that, chains tumbling to the ground and presenting falling hazards, a pile of them forming where the Shadow is or was. It's difficult to tell, but if it's still there, it's rather thoroughly buried.]

[Eleanor half-teleport, half-bounces back to where Equius and Naminé are, realizing this part is done for and the rest is not for her to help with.]

Are you ready?

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