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towerofanimus2012-10-22 09:59 pm
pitiedthefool) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-22 09:59 pm
012 | ❝Somebody help me through this nightmare (I can't control myself)...❞
Characters: Corrupted Izanagi!Yu and YOU~
Setting: October 22nd through the 31st.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: "I HATE THIS HELLTOWER."
Warnings: Death, necromancy, gore, and all this lovely stuff...
October 21st (locked to Commander Shepard and possibly a sleepy Nanako)...
October 22nd - 28th...
October 29th - 31st...
[ooc: Yu is fighting to keep himself from succumbing to what the tower wishes, and due to his strong will, he'll only last for a the majority of the week with only a couple minor slip ups. But starting around the 27th/28th, it's going to get harder. if you want your character to live and not be turned into a puppet for the rest of the day, your best chance is the 22nd through the 26th.
Feel free to run into him anywhere!]
Setting: October 22nd through the 31st.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: "I HATE THIS HELLTOWER."
Warnings: Death, necromancy, gore, and all this lovely stuff...
October 21st (locked to Commander Shepard and possibly a sleepy Nanako)...
Yu had done his best to gather the materials necessary, to meet the quota and stop his costume from crushing him like it had for so many already. He truly did place the effort in it, yet in his frantic search and how much his head was throbbing from Izanagi's voice screaming at him to save everyone he could from the fate others had fallen victim to...
It was an order neither of them could follow. Not even for themselves.
So before it would inevitably crush him, he quietly placed what was left of his own (not enough.... it wasn't enough...) into Nanako's pumpkin. As long as he could do it, he would keep his promise to Dojima-san.... to his uncle. Lightly brushing the bangs from her face before turning around, he turned to the other person in the room he trusted... even if vaguely and mostly due to the word of a certain Geth.
"...I only have an hour left. After that, there's no telling what she'll cause to happen..." He hesitated, before looking to the commander a friend trusted and idolized. "Before that happens, I need to tell you something."
I'm sorry, Nanako...
Soon after he left Room 3-15, he is killed. On the plus side, he's no longer affected by Lelouch's absolute order! ...Oh wait, that could potentially be a bad... thing...
October 22nd (Room 2-02)...It was an order neither of them could follow. Not even for themselves.
So before it would inevitably crush him, he quietly placed what was left of his own (not enough.... it wasn't enough...) into Nanako's pumpkin. As long as he could do it, he would keep his promise to Dojima-san.... to his uncle. Lightly brushing the bangs from her face before turning around, he turned to the other person in the room he trusted... even if vaguely and mostly due to the word of a certain Geth.
"...I only have an hour left. After that, there's no telling what she'll cause to happen..." He hesitated, before looking to the commander a friend trusted and idolized. "Before that happens, I need to tell you something."
I'm sorry, Nanako...
Soon after he left Room 3-15, he is killed. On the plus side, he's no longer affected by Lelouch's absolute order! ...Oh wait, that could potentially be a bad... thing...
He awakened as usual for when someone died in this place. He could breathe fine, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as he waited for the paralysis to wear off...
That's when he noticed his face was no longer his. The mask was permanently attached to his face. He tried to rip it off, but that soon became less of an issue compared to what was in his chest. He knew the blade well; he'd been using it as a sort of walking stick and to fight with when he could not reach something with the bus stop sign. Yu gasped, realizing he was still... and his feet...
What had this done to him... and why did he want to-
That's when he noticed his face was no longer his. The mask was permanently attached to his face. He tried to rip it off, but that soon became less of an issue compared to what was in his chest. He knew the blade well; he'd been using it as a sort of walking stick and to fight with when he could not reach something with the bus stop sign. Yu gasped, realizing he was still... and his feet...
What had this done to him... and why did he want to-
October 22nd - 28th...
He ran from the room, not daunted at all by the blades in his feet... he didn't know if it was actual running or if he was beginning to glide. Yu didn't care. He just wanted to be away from everyone, from this insatiable desire... he didn't want to kill. He'd continue running until someone stopped him or he reached the meadow and fell to his knees, the naginata still sheathed in his chest like a certain Shadow-Persona he recalled helping another tame... how he remembered his Magatsu Izanagi stabbing his Izanagi.
No... I can't. I won't-!
He held his head in his clawed hands for a brief moment before screaming. He couldn't... he wouldn't kill to satisfy this need-!
But he wanted to...
He's scared of himself, of how Thanatos warned him... yet he couldn't stop it from happening in a far-too-literal sense.
No... I can't. I won't-!
He held his head in his clawed hands for a brief moment before screaming. He couldn't... he wouldn't kill to satisfy this need-!
But he wanted to...
He's scared of himself, of how Thanatos warned him... yet he couldn't stop it from happening in a far-too-literal sense.
October 29th - 31st...
He's no longer hiding from the others. In fact, he's wandering freely as the others scatter and try to either keep themselves alive or have already succumbed. Yellow eyes stare at each and every one of them, and on the surface, he's given in... but internally, there is but one small voice still crying out as he's forced to watch.
Don't come near me...
Don't come closer...
I can't control myself...
Save yourselves...
Kill me...
Don't come near me...
Don't come closer...
I can't control myself...
Save yourselves...
Kill me...
[ooc: Yu is fighting to keep himself from succumbing to what the tower wishes, and due to his strong will, he'll only last for a the majority of the week with only a couple minor slip ups. But starting around the 27th/28th, it's going to get harder. if you want your character to live and not be turned into a puppet for the rest of the day, your best chance is the 22nd through the 26th.
Feel free to run into him anywhere!]
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[He turns to face him a bit more, some red veins appearing where the blade goes into his chest. ...Just how is he turning and walking on those blades so effortlessly, anyway?
There is no smile in the yellow gaze.
Make it stop...]
It is both of us...
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That was the conclusion he got to when he saw that empty yellow gaze, the person before him was just a monster that trapped the consciousness of those afflicted to it inside.
He didn't take any more steps back, but rather, stood steadfast against the masked menace.]
And I... presume, red is the new 'to die for' color?
[Stalling would be useless to him in the end, but one should have a lot of options.]
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'Don't... want to... to kill...'
Why wasn't he running-?]
iie. Merely a means...
[For a brief moment, there is a glint of sadness there, behind the crazed and tormented hint he tried to hide.]
I suppose I have Jason to thank for lasting this far...
['You're an idiot if you think I can't last four days like this after surviving weeks of their voices, the hands around my neck-yet-not... Over and over again...']
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And that instant would decide his life and death.
Internally he was just chuckling to himself; and here he thought he was done gambling with his life.]
It's... a miracle, I suppose.
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As one would suspect from one who ist the World...
Izanagi, stop that.
[At least it's easy to tell the two sides of the same coin apart, even though one has to question sanity- no wait, sanity was basically moot as it were.]
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[Until you two start to go into a murderous frenzy, that is. He can accompany you before he shows you his newly learned running skill.]
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[Because like hell is he going to fall prey to these urges so soon when he has others to protect, when he can hear their voices. Especially... hers...]
Thou art aware of the voices we are accustomed to...
[And with the faint clues from any time during Infighting... Mother of God.]
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[He gives a nod. While this situation sounded even more worrying than usual, he knows that it's useless worrying about it. After all, Nunnally had been claimed by the administrator.]
...Do you have anything you wish to convey?
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He shook his head, though if it were possible... his eyes reflected an untold sorrow.]
iie. I hath already given my own orders and requests.
[It was meant as a vague, well-intentioned joke; after all, they were both 'leaders' in their own rights.
He didn't want the others to be claimed by this madness, too.]
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In that case, I could only wish you luck, my esteemed guest.
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'Thou hast made a valiant effort,' indeed.
[Yes, they are quite amused. Not a bad impression, though... it brought up a memory.]
Veeelvet, oh veeelvet... Her master hath a large nooooose~
jsyk I still laugh whenever I see this tag in my inbox
...I still wonder whether he's related to a bird or not.
[That nose, man.]
well good 'cuz that is what I was aiming for :U
You know, I never thought to ask that one.
[That nose.]
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[no regrets were found that day.]
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[None whatsoever.]
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