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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Suzaku was silent for a moment, because Lelouch had had cause but the cause was one he had created on his own. He wondered also at Lelouch in this Euphemia's world, were they friends? He had supported Euphemia and not killed her; yet he was still Zero. What was the same? What had changed?

"It was his greatest mistake, he holds the guilt of your death still. It was... an accident." Because no matter how angry he was at Lelouch at the moment he still believed it when Lelouch had told him, he hadn't meant to Geass Euphemia. It had happened though.

So much was different, Suzaku, but you weren't going to find out unless you asked. Euphemia was even more unsure about revealing details of her world the more this conversation continued.

"I see... then my presence here must be difficult for both of you."

"No... don't think that." Suzaku shook his head. "This is a bad place but... I mean... Don't think..." He gave up because he didn't know what to say, this was too strange and he felt like he would just insult Euphemia whatever he said.

"Suzaku..."

She let out a soft breath, wanting to reach out and hold his hand or hug him, or something that normal women that were fond of a man would do. But she didn't... she couldn't.

"I want to do the best I can to help the others here," she continued, changing the subject. "I believe it would be best if my status were not... obvious."

It was probably for the best, Suzaku didn't want to be touched. He listened to her words, glad for the change in subject and tried to gather himself to answer. His voice was even more formal though; a distancing.

"There are so many different worlds here that matters of status don't matter. Probably for the best as I know there are a few who are world leaders and such."

"I see..." Euphie replied, not sounding very certain. True, status didn't seem to matter when everyone was trapped in the same situation, but... "I would still like to keep it to myself for now. To be on the safe side."

Suzaku nodded, "Of course, I will tell no one..." He paused, "Though... some people may already know. Something happened a while ago where our memories got swapped... Both me, Lelouch and Euphemia were affected by that."

"Then I will ask the same of them as I do you," Euphemia replied, not really sure what he could be referring to, but... well, as long as not that many people knew, it should be fine. "I will be doing my very best to blend in as well."

"I am sure you will do well, I can ask them to keep your identity secret if you wish." He still didn't think it was necessary but he would do so to make her feel more comfortable.

"I will if I come across them and they recognize me," she replied. "If they do not recognize me, then I don't want to draw myself to their attention."

Suzaku nodded, "Alright then." He resisted the urge to salute her, his hand quivering a little by his side.

A Little Dash of Pink in Your Tower

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