Allelujah [Hallelujah] Haptism (
egotrigger) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-10-05 12:27 am
not sure if there's anything left of me;
Characters: Allelujah, Hallelujah, and people who want to wtf at them.
Setting: Room 1-04, and then various tower floors.
Format: Either.
Summary: Allelujah wakes up in an outfit that reminds him too much of something from home and quickly starts exploring his new surroundings. He also has an argument with his other half… unfortunately no one else can see him.
Warnings: Language, possible violence. Anything else I'll add as needed.
[Room 1-04]
Allelujah gasped as he woke with a start, and attempted to struggle against his body's failure to respond. It didn't work for a while - precisely thirty seconds by his count - and then suddenly he could move. He looked down at his outfit and froze.
"What the…"
He grabbed the two letters and read them over, frowning deeply.
"This can't be right…"
Carefully, he flipped open the trunk he spotted at the foot of his bed. At least his clothes were there. Once he decided that he wasn't going to be walked in on, he started changing.
… Of course, he could always be wrong.
[Floor 38]
This fog… it couldn't be natural. Allelujah stared down at it, hand pressed against the glass.
'So, the great Gundam Meister is stumped, eh?'
Allelujah tried to ignore the voice, but Hallelujah had other ideas, appearing behind him, arms folded.
'What? Not going to talk to me? What's wrong, Allelujah?'
"… What's wrong?" Allelujah turned, facing Hallelujah. "What's wrong is that I woke up in a place I don't know - again, that letter claimed everything was destroyed, I don't know where the others are, and I was trying to kill Marie and I didn't even know it!" He clenched his fists, glaring at the other.
'Aww, does the great Allelujah not know how to take care of himself in this situation? Turn your body over to me again then. I'll find out what's up.'
"No. … Why did you keep that from me, anyway?"
Hallelujah laughed. 'She was trying to kill you! If you had known, you would have let her! Even if she was your friend - even if you love her - she clearly doesn't think of you that way anymore! Give it up. The Marie you knew died a long time ago, obviously. I was just making it so you'd still fight instead of whimper with your tail between your legs like a mutt.'
"Stop it! I could have -"
'What, changed her? Not a chance.'
"I said, stop it! I could have… I could have…"
Of course, this conversation would just seem like someone yelling at the air to anyone else.
[Floor 17]
Allelujah stopped at this floor, staring inside. The screams… they were so much like the screams of that day. Night? He never knew.
He tried to step away, but he felt paralyzed, shaking.
"No… no… I'm sorry!"
[Floor 2]
He recognizes this floor as soon as he gets close - the smell of antiseptic isn't something that someone forgets after smelling it for so long. He steps inside, checking to see that there's no one around, and then starts looking through the medicines and the supplies to see if there's anything worth taking to stockpile.
Setting: Room 1-04, and then various tower floors.
Format: Either.
Summary: Allelujah wakes up in an outfit that reminds him too much of something from home and quickly starts exploring his new surroundings. He also has an argument with his other half… unfortunately no one else can see him.
Warnings: Language, possible violence. Anything else I'll add as needed.
[Room 1-04]
Allelujah gasped as he woke with a start, and attempted to struggle against his body's failure to respond. It didn't work for a while - precisely thirty seconds by his count - and then suddenly he could move. He looked down at his outfit and froze.
"What the…"
He grabbed the two letters and read them over, frowning deeply.
"This can't be right…"
Carefully, he flipped open the trunk he spotted at the foot of his bed. At least his clothes were there. Once he decided that he wasn't going to be walked in on, he started changing.
… Of course, he could always be wrong.
[Floor 38]
This fog… it couldn't be natural. Allelujah stared down at it, hand pressed against the glass.
'So, the great Gundam Meister is stumped, eh?'
Allelujah tried to ignore the voice, but Hallelujah had other ideas, appearing behind him, arms folded.
'What? Not going to talk to me? What's wrong, Allelujah?'
"… What's wrong?" Allelujah turned, facing Hallelujah. "What's wrong is that I woke up in a place I don't know - again, that letter claimed everything was destroyed, I don't know where the others are, and I was trying to kill Marie and I didn't even know it!" He clenched his fists, glaring at the other.
'Aww, does the great Allelujah not know how to take care of himself in this situation? Turn your body over to me again then. I'll find out what's up.'
"No. … Why did you keep that from me, anyway?"
Hallelujah laughed. 'She was trying to kill you! If you had known, you would have let her! Even if she was your friend - even if you love her - she clearly doesn't think of you that way anymore! Give it up. The Marie you knew died a long time ago, obviously. I was just making it so you'd still fight instead of whimper with your tail between your legs like a mutt.'
"Stop it! I could have -"
'What, changed her? Not a chance.'
"I said, stop it! I could have… I could have…"
Of course, this conversation would just seem like someone yelling at the air to anyone else.
[Floor 17]
Allelujah stopped at this floor, staring inside. The screams… they were so much like the screams of that day. Night? He never knew.
He tried to step away, but he felt paralyzed, shaking.
"No… no… I'm sorry!"
[Floor 2]
He recognizes this floor as soon as he gets close - the smell of antiseptic isn't something that someone forgets after smelling it for so long. He steps inside, checking to see that there's no one around, and then starts looking through the medicines and the supplies to see if there's anything worth taking to stockpile.

Floor 38
... Hey, you alright?
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... Yes. Sorry. It's nothing.
'Like she's going to believe that.'
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And she just frowns thoughtfully, tilting her head a bit.]
Really? ... It sounded like you were upset about something.
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Ah... I was in the middle of a rough time when I showed up here... but it's all right now, I think.
['I hope.']
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I see... Then I'm guessing you're new here?
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[Maybe if he plays more dumb and innocent he can get more information.]
['You playing dumb won't be that hard.']
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And the tower isn't a safe place at all. Monsters roam about at night, and the administrators here like to perform experiments on us.
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At first I decided on Lelouch, but then again this kid needs more CR so- FLOOR 2
Excuse me, sir? But are you looking for something?
Why not both?
Ah... sorry. I was just trying to make a basic medical kit... for being prepared and everything.
That's a good idea, actually...
[There's a small sound from the teen as he nodded at that explanation; first aid kits are always a good thing, especially in a place rife with monsters and well.
Other things.]
Yeah, this place does like being dangerous once in a while...
Do it do it do it.
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[But he's just an average high-school kid so.]
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Floor 17
"Are you okay?" she asked, raising her voice to be heard. "Come on, let's go be somewhere else."
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Memories. Too many memories of the other subjects screaming and dying.
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Floor 38
Ganondorf observed the scenes from a fair distance. This guy had some problem, now they were taking people good for the rehab center in. Wonderful. Ganondorf approached him as he yelled against the voices in his head though.
"Are you crazy?"
Blunt and direct, being Ganondorf has it advantages.
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"... It depends on your point of view."
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He sighs and looks around. Nope, there really is no one else around here. And he would most likely have felt it if there were an invisible person around- So he nods slowly as an answer.
"Well from my viewpoint I see a man, alone, having a quite interesting discussion with... Thin air." he says with a dumbfounded expression then a slight smile. Yeah, that wasn't such a good idea.
"I believe my viewpoint may not be at your advantage."
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"Mm. True." The evidence was against him. And it was true, and denial would just make this situation worse...
"... Some definitions would call me crazy, yes." It was the reason he had been disposed of, after all. "However, that does not prevent me from doing my job."
'Like hell it doesn't.' Allelujah's mouth twitches slightly, but he doesn't respond to Hallelujah.
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His job? Well, hopefully he wasn't that crazy. Ganondorf was probably in a troll-ish mood as well, that just doesn't help this relationship to start well. But it may change soon.
"May I ask what your job is?" Ganondorf asked, noticing the mouth twitching slightly but not saying a word about it- It could be interesting.
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