towerofanimus | [CLOSED] you and i go hard at each other

Characters: Eleanor Lamb, Naminé, April Sinclair and Rin Matou(?)
Setting: Room 1-15
Format: [Action]
Summary: In which Eleanor mothers her roommates a little.
Warnings: None to begin with, but talk might come up about the Shadow event and life in the Tower in general.

[The general consensus in Eleanor's head - but not mind - was that after the mess with Shadows and stuff, the best thing would be a nice meal and maybe some company. But there's not much to eat in the Tower right now and she's not exactly the best type of company, she knows. Nonetheless, a little worried about her roommates, Eleanor went out fishing in the Aquarium, much like she'd had during the food shortage a few months back - had it been months already? - and busied herself frying and preparing some plates of fresh food. Eventually, and with a judicious amount of applied telekinesis, she teleports herself into the center of the room, still clad in her suit. Her roommates might or might not be already used to seeing her around wearing the looming monstrosity, and they might or might not be aware of her powers.

But she's certainly never arrived like this, what with the plates and the food quickly filling up the room with it scent.]

So. Uh. Is anyone hungry?

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[She raises her gaze again over time.]

Mm. I'm--... I am, too. Maybe it's silly, but I feel safer now.

I don't see why it'd be silly.

[Eleanor blinks, tilting her head to the side.]

You did a great job.

Well-- [The girl seems slightly flustered, though she recovers soon enough, pressing one curled hand against her chest.]

... Thank you. You did, too. It's just-- even if that's over... ['there'll always be something new'. There will always be another thing to cause them all trouble, it seems, but she hesitates, then shakes her head.]

... Nevermind. I should just be grateful that it is.

No, you did a great job.

[Eleanor nods, smiling encouragingly at Naminé.]

Whatever happen next, we'll just have to kick its butt.

[The encouragement earns her a smile in return.]

... Right. Or you will, anyway. [Self-deprecating though such a thing might be to say, she still laughs; it's also kind of a joke.]

We.

[Eleanor gives Naminé a look.]

We wouldn't have been able to take it down without you, you know? You did the hardest part.

[She lowers her eyes. She appreciates the words, really she does, it's just... that whole situation was her fault in the first place, wasn't it?]

I... was just trying to protect everyone. ['from a mistake I made' goes unsaid, but very much felt.]

And you did!

[Eleanor's smile brightens considerably.]

We won thanks to you.

[The way she blinks, you'd think this was news to her. She tries to smile, at first, though it's sheepish.]

But you had to fight because of me, too...!

[Eleanor shakes her head.]

I'm always fighting anyway. I might as well fight with you.

[Her lips purse, and for a moment, it looks like she might frown. In the end, however, she smiles instead.]

I'd prefer you didn't have to. But I'll-- always appreciate it.

I don't mind fighting for a good cause.

[a small, awkward pause.]

Or for a good friend.

--...!

... I suppose... as reasons go, that's a good one.

[Not that she can count herself a 'good friend'.]

[She's a good friend if Eleanor says so, so there.]

You think so?

[Eleanor smiles a little shyly.]

I'm still trying to figure that out.

[She'll need a little convincing of that.]

Mm! Of course-- you do have to be careful to pay attention to your conscience, too.

[Her smile is small, but is definitely there in reply. ~~If one has one, of course.~~]

[Eleanor winces a little at that.]

...I think the real challenge is to figure out which voice is my actual conscience.

[She laughs though, wry.]

[Naminé can't quite manage to smile, herself.]

--... I'm sure it would be.

....

Eleanor...? What... is the reason for those voices? If you don't mind me asking.

[Eleanor shrugs, sitting back on her bed.]

Same reason as my powers, ADAM.

[She pauses, trying to think of how to explain it properly.]

...they're imprints, memories and skills and thoughts and voices, from the people who had the ADAM before they gave it to me. They're almost useful sometimes...

[Naminé's silent for a moment, seeming to consider this.]

I suppose... it's amazing, how much you can learn from the memories of others. But it sounds-- difficult. [Noisy, at least, if she can hear them without meaning to.] I'm sorry.

You get used to it.

[Eleanor picks a little at her food.]

It's not so bad, I think, after a while. You just need to... you know, ignore the worst of it.

[The bloodthirsty angry screams, she means.]

[Which she'd be rather concerned to hear about. Her eyes flicker toward her, then to her own food.]

I guess that's one way to deal with a lot of things. I'm glad you can... cope.

I try!

[Eleanor laughs a little.]

I just have to remember who I am, and that who I am is not who they are, because I haven't done what they have.

Of course. If you hold on to that, you'll probably be okay.

... You know, if you ever need any help--....

Eh?

[Eleanor blinks a little, a bit surprised by that last bit. Not used to having anyone to ask for help, this is a bit of unknown territory.]

[Her smile is very slightly sheepish as first, then strengthens. Her shoulders move in a loose approximation of a shallow shrug.]

You know... help remembering who you are, Eleanor. Or-- with anything else.

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