towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Eikichi(?) (no it's Marty bodyswapped), open
Setting: Workshop, 38 Lounge, Hologram floor, anywhere, anytime during the bodyswap: A catch all
Format: either/or
Summary: Marty has no clue how to deal with this, dammit.
Warnings: He's hearing voices. Also replies coming from <user name=personadriver>

Marty had been in really sticky situations before. Hell, he was a <em>time traveler</em>, and managed to screw up the timeline a few times all by himself. Of course, he'd fixed it, but...

That was nothing compared to being in someone else's body, hearing a strange voice in his head.

There was looking for Doc, of course, to help him focus, but that didn't last long...

Workshop--

"Doc?" He called out, stepping out on to the floor, checking behind some of the equipment. If he wasn't here, Marty was kind of a loss to figure out where else he could be.

Sighing, he leaned against one of the work tables to rest a bit before heading back out. Even if Doc didn't need to eat, he might be at the cafeteria anyway, or any of the floors between. The thought just made him grimace, not really wanting to look that much. Why couldn't the Tower just leave him alone already? Wasn't it enough his whole family was gone?

Hologram Room ---

This floor... he hadn't meant to stop there, much less step off the staircase, but he did. Wandering out into it a bit, he stared at the images it displayed, watching as world after world was destroyed.

One of those worlds had been his...

Marty sat down on the floor, watching. He had no idea how much time was passing.

Anywhere Else ---

A familiar face- or not so familiar - might be wandering around the Tower, out on tasks, eating lunch, or just generally spending time at the Media Floor or on one of the other safer floors. What's strange is that he may be mumbling to himself from time to time, like he's having a conversation. He would definitely have to ask Eikichi about that sometime...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Level. Stare. Like an Are you kidding me stare.

"Don't you get tired of it sometimes? Like, what if you wanted a private thought or something?" Marty was pointedly ignoring the short comment. He couldn't help it if he took after his mother...

Nope he isn't kidding you. At that comment, he just let out a laugh.

"Well uh...I am thou, thou art I, you know? Maybe for you it's probably real weird...but for me, it's just pieces of myself. I don't mind them...because they are me."

Yeah, that stare is turning into a long, long, rather blank look- and then~ eureka.

"So, you have split personalities?" WHAT? It's the closest he can come to understanding the whole thing. "...heavy."

"Yeah sorta like--"

"--wait NO! Nothing like that! Persona are..."

"...you know what I think that might be the best explanation for someone who's never had them before. Just take that and imagine they can become powerful tools to protect you and you've got a good idea."

Hmm. Marty tilted his head and thought about that for a moment. "How do you do that? Being tools, I mean. I'm kinda curious." Despite the circumstances.

"We uh...what was it that Philemon said...we all have masks capable of both divine love and demonic cruelty. These tend to be connected to gods from our world. For example, Hades, Apollo, Chronos, Venus, Artemis, Persephone...Once you understand they are there and hear them, you'll...just know what to do. Calling out their powers is almost like breathing. You're doing it automatically right now, but if I mention you're doing it, you'll become conscious of it right?"

This was so hard to explain.

"...it's a bit like that."

"Huh..." Marty was trying to understand, he really was, but meanwhile he scratched his head a bit, then shrugged. "I think I shouldn't mess with that... I might explode someone."