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towerofanimus2012-10-09 03:16 pm
donttouchthequbeley) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-09 03:16 pm
Entry tags:
Return to Madness
Characters: Puru Two and YOU
Setting: Floor Five
Format: prose, but I'll match you
Summary: Puru Two has returned...and is about to turn insane
Warnings: laser shots and violence; threadjacking is encouraged here to stop Puru Two
She was back. Just as she had grown comfortable with the idea of being dead, they had to bring her back to life, the life within this tower. Any fate was better than being here, being with the people that loved to either torture or cause pain. Back then, she had to deal with the constant screams echoing in this tower, all from their minds. As if that wasn't crippling enough for her frail body, no one she knew had arrived. Judau, Roux, Bright, no one, not even ones fallen in battle.
And now here she was, going to the 5th floor. She had not seen what damage had been done, but she did hear of what happened. The clone needed to know for herself the fate of the world. If nothing else, her powers can be the judge of something like that. Going to a station, she took a peek. The sight was expected, nothing remaining of her world, broken mobile suits and ships scattered across the dead planet and even space.
Yet when she tried to sense, things went horribly wrong. A shock ran through her mind, all the voices and cries of everyone dead flooding her mindspace. She stepped back, holding onto her brain. They were still there no matter what, pain emerging from her with each second. Agony, fear, pain, horror, everything they felt pushed onto her. There was no holding back any type of scream, her cries echoing throughout the room.
They did this, she thought. They didn't save her, they doomed her! They doomed her to this permanent hellhole! Everyone here was against her, a threat. Everything was once nothing, so why not return it to such a state? Only then could those voices finally be silenced. Only then could she find the peace she wanted all this time.
The funnels that were by her side came to life once again, flying around and firing small bolts at the machines. Glaring at everything around her. Vision had been distorted through tears of anger, but the aura of hers had been frightening enough. Psychics could feel incredible danger, yet also fear, if her expression was not clear enough. She needed to be stopped, before she eventually found a target to kill.
This tower would pay. They would pay for not only making her suffer, but for making Judau suffer as well.
Setting: Floor Five
Format: prose, but I'll match you
Summary: Puru Two has returned...and is about to turn insane
Warnings: laser shots and violence; threadjacking is encouraged here to stop Puru Two
She was back. Just as she had grown comfortable with the idea of being dead, they had to bring her back to life, the life within this tower. Any fate was better than being here, being with the people that loved to either torture or cause pain. Back then, she had to deal with the constant screams echoing in this tower, all from their minds. As if that wasn't crippling enough for her frail body, no one she knew had arrived. Judau, Roux, Bright, no one, not even ones fallen in battle.
And now here she was, going to the 5th floor. She had not seen what damage had been done, but she did hear of what happened. The clone needed to know for herself the fate of the world. If nothing else, her powers can be the judge of something like that. Going to a station, she took a peek. The sight was expected, nothing remaining of her world, broken mobile suits and ships scattered across the dead planet and even space.
Yet when she tried to sense, things went horribly wrong. A shock ran through her mind, all the voices and cries of everyone dead flooding her mindspace. She stepped back, holding onto her brain. They were still there no matter what, pain emerging from her with each second. Agony, fear, pain, horror, everything they felt pushed onto her. There was no holding back any type of scream, her cries echoing throughout the room.
They did this, she thought. They didn't save her, they doomed her! They doomed her to this permanent hellhole! Everyone here was against her, a threat. Everything was once nothing, so why not return it to such a state? Only then could those voices finally be silenced. Only then could she find the peace she wanted all this time.
The funnels that were by her side came to life once again, flying around and firing small bolts at the machines. Glaring at everything around her. Vision had been distorted through tears of anger, but the aura of hers had been frightening enough. Psychics could feel incredible danger, yet also fear, if her expression was not clear enough. She needed to be stopped, before she eventually found a target to kill.
This tower would pay. They would pay for not only making her suffer, but for making Judau suffer as well.
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And her fear, watching as Allelujah lunged at her, knife ready. It was over for her.
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