towerofanimus | A Little Dash of Pink in Your Tower

Characters: Euphemia and open!
Time: October 20, evening
Setting: Room 2-07 and beyond
Format: I'll match you.
Summary: Euphie arrives at the Tower... in the middle of death and madness. First impressions are awesome, aren't they?
Warnings: None at the moment.

[It had all been for nothing, if the note left at her bed side was to be believed.]

[Euphemia really didn't want to believe it; she didn't want to believe that she had taken on the responsibility she had, led a fight against her father to save Nunnally and the world, only to have it all taken away in the end. Yet still the words on the note stared up at her, unchanging, until she finally crushed it in her hands, fighting against the urge to start shaking. She could not give in to despair and cry anymore, not ever or at least... not right now. She took an oath to her country and her people, and she was going to uphold that even if everything was gone, and only carry herself with the respect that those lost deserved.]

[That is what an Empress of Britannia did, after all.]

[A few minutes later had her walking out of the room she had been assigned in her civilian clothes, thankfully left for her in the trunk at the foot of her bed. If she was stuck in this place, she was going to find out as much as she could first, and hopefully she would find answers as to why she was really present at this unsettling place.]

[So, if you're walking through the dorm level, you might get stopped by a pretty pink haired girl, with a bearing that could only be described as royal.]

Excuse me, could you be so kind as to assist me?

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[Euphemia almost jumped back when the young man turned around, revealing all... that. Somehow she managed to keep herself from doing so, though she could not keep back the gasp. It took a moment for her to collect herself, and she was about to ask if he was already, when... he referred to her by name?]

Have we met?

[...she was pretty sure she would remember someone that looked like that.]

Not really; I know you from someone else's memory. A guy named Suzaku? Ring any bells?

[It'd almost be tragic if she didn't remember him.]

Of course I know Suzaku, but... I do not understand what you mean.

[How could he have Suzaku's memories? Did this... person do something to her knight?]

It's not that hard. We switched bodies for a while, and I know everything he knows. At least up until the switchback.

[Said as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe, come on.]

I...

[...what.]

[No, seriously, Jin. W H A T]

[Come on this is simple horror science here!

A sigh.] Is it that hard to wrap your feeble mind around? Fine. In simpler terms, I'll just say I remember everything he remembers. How's that?

[Euphemia pursed her lips, giving him a stern look.]

I understand that you have his memories. What I do not understand is how that is possible.

[Though judging from your demeanor? She can make a few guesses, and none of them are pleasant.]

I could try explaining it to you, but given your track record so far, I don't think you'd understand it.

[A slight shrug. He ain't even mad.] But the realm of medical possibilities here is far beyond the stretch of what might be typically imagined.

You would be surprised what I am capable of imagining.

[Her gaze, and her tone, were hard at his dismissal of her, something that likely counteracts with how Suzaku remembers her.]

I would appreciate it if you were not so dismissive of me in the future.

[He crossed one arm over his chest, and brought another up to lightly tap his chin.]

Then imagine if you will, a world where your mind can hardly be called your own-- where your soul is tapered to you only through the will of an external force, and both of these qualities are subject to the will of your captives. In this world they can move and change your mind as they see fit, and opt to move yours out of your body and into another's. Thus giving you access to all of their abilities, their athleticism, and their memories along with all their ailments.

In short, where you've literally swapped minds and bodies with another person. You would come to know their past as intimately as you know your own.

[...that sounded horrible; no, beyond horrible. It made her uneasy to even think of it, not to mention know that this boy and Suzaku had gone through it.]

My apologies. Is this something that occurs often?

Not things of that exact nature. [He lowered his arms back to his side, waving one hand dismissively in the air before returning it to its normal position.] But that'll give you a good picture of what to expect.

I see; thank you for the warning.

[She paused then, looking him over. It was still hard to imagine this boy running around with Suzaku's mind and memories in his head, and vice versa...]

And... are you well after that event? I know that Suzaku's memories can be... difficult to bear, even for him.

[He let out a half of a laugh, that was basically the most condescending thing you could have ever heard in one exhale.]

You should ask him how he felt dealing with mine. The idiot practically tore down his own damn mind that week.

A Little Dash of Pink in Your Tower

Oh this is going to be hideous.

I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY IN ADVANCE

Never apologize <3

always apologizing fffuuuu

ffff DON'T XD

I CAN'T STOP

XD

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