towerofanimus | [ 01 ] ✗✗ [ Open ◦ Event ]

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[ 01 ] ✗✗ [ Open ◦ Event ]

Characters:

"Princess" Rin,

Nunnally "in Wonderland",

"Idol" Sacchin,

"Bunny" Yukiko,

Aschen, & YOU!
Setting: Anywhere in the tower
Time: Anytime
Format: Prose or action spam, I'll match.
Summary: Threads for each character. However if we've discussed plans or you'd like to do something else, just set it up, I'll tag accordingly. Just let me know o/
Warnings: Gore, any others will be added

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[Sorry Yukiko, but your ~~three princes~~ friends are ~~in another castle~~ more than likely Not Okay. In fact, two of them definitely aren't.

There is no one in room 2-02... but there are signs of someone's bed having a little blood there from when he tried and failed to remove a certain mask from his face only to realize in horror that it is his face. Not like anyone would know that, really...

Tap... tap......

What is that sound? It's almost like metal lightly hitting the floor.

Tap...tap....

Just don't look behind you, Yukiko... You may not like the sight.]

[ The sight of blood now still disturbs her greatly. So much in fact that she doesn't hear the strange sounds. No, that's not quite right. She hears them, but they fail to register beyond the horror of blood along the sheets of a certain loved one's bed. ]

Yu-kun? [ Her voice is soft and reluctant as all the regret of unspoken things hits her. Neglecting how inappropriate it was for a girl dressed this way to be on the boy of a bed, she can't help but collapse on it when her knees give out. ] What... what happened?

[ There was no body though so that meant he got away safely, right? It was then that the scraping noise finally grinds beyond the wall of confusion. As Yukiko turns to face the source, her eyes widen to take in the sight entirely. ]

The tower happened.

[His voice was the same as ever, however muffled and blended into Izanagi's it may be. Blood still caked his bangs where he'd clawed himself, trying to remove it to no avail, dry on the metal. His eyes were unblinking, fixated on the figure on his bed. Not so much the attire she was forced to wear (heaven knows there were worse here; so much worse), but...

'Yukiko-san...'

A part of his heart broke to see that reaction, even as the familiar blade went through it and his spine. In reality, he shouldn't even be so much as standing right now. Yet he had no difficulty, even with the blades shoved into his feet.

He wants to hold her, but if he gets close... would he be able to stop himself? Since he knew Konohana Sakuya's weaknesses, it would be over quickly... yet he couldn't... stand to see her like this, nor that horrid desire he was trying to restrain from following through on...

The hardest thing he did was take a step back, almost as though for once... he was unsure.]

...Thou shouldst not remain here long; many of those in this room have fallen as well.

[Was he warning her that he may not be the most dangerous? Maybe. After all, his method did not lead to outright suicide...]

Fallen...

[ Yukiko repeats the word even though she knows what it means. Maybe saying it out loud helps it settle within her mind? Regardless of her reasons for doing so, she doesn't appear to be in any hurry to move. Maybe it was because of her familiarity with whatever it was standing before her.

She can only look for so long. Her face lowers into a hand as she holds it there to shield herself from the reality presented before her. ]

What did this place do to you? [ Her leader, their leader, turned like this? Was this her fate if she didn't wear this stupid costume herself? ] Well, why did this happen? Why did this happen to you?

Aside from the obvious?

[Seriously. He could not blame her for her reaction though, but the fact that she was not in a hurry was... well, it did not help keep himself in check, though he certainly was fighting internally.]

They hath distorted mine... Izanagi's desires to protect and create life.

['I want to kill and use what is left to create anew.'

It was creepy how a chill doesn't even go down his spine (probably got stopped by the blade, h-ha). Even more so that it was hard to distinguish between him, Izanagi, and that stupid desire. As for the final question, he points a gloved and bloodied hand toward the pumpkin in her hand.]

We could not make the quota necessary... and were thus crushed by our own costume. [He pauses, lowering his hand.] Those who act as the 'administrators' of this tower do not distinguish between any of their 'rescued.'

['Don't fall like I did... even if I did while ensuring Nanako would survive.']

[ She wants to ask why didn't he ask for help, but Yukiko's smarter than that. She knows that their leader could never do anything of that nature or else he risks looking weak. Glancing down at the pumpkin in her opposite hand, it's almost worth throwing away in order to join alongside him as penance for failing to protect him.

Pushing out that selfish thought (she won't be caged by her own faults), she lowers the shield that stands between his visage and her eyes, resting it along her nearly bare leg. ]

I should have forced myself to show up sooner. [ There's a bit of self-loathing along with her fear of failing him and it shows in every word she speaks. ] I allowed my fears to hold me back and now you're...

[ What is he? Not even Yukiko can answer that question and it leaves her more frightened than the sight before her. ]

Do you need candy? Will that fix this?

[Not to mention part of him wanted to die so that whenever this event was over he would be free from that little suggestion... Odd how it's that order that is what ultimately led to his falling victim to this sick and twisted game in the first place. (Also if he knew what she were thinking, he would be verbally scolding her because it was his mistakes, not hers.)

The stare was hopefully enough; it had been in the past, at least.]

It is not your fault, Yukiko. [ What is formalities when you are dead?] I fell victim because I put others above myself, and I regret it naught.

[In short? ...Some strange, magatsu Izanagi with a cross of what Castor looked like. Also, we do not talk about the time Magatsu Izanagi stabbed Izanagi right where the naginata is sheathed inside him. N o p e.]

...No. It is the living who need it... Not the dead.

The d-dead! [ It bursts out of her once the mental dam has been breached, leaving the horror to flow out into her features fully. ] Just what are you saying? That you're dead?

[ Remember, she hasn't quite had the pleasure of seeing the dead return to life 'normal' as can be, save for the scars of the incident on their mind. So when he says that, it's a scenario she wishes desperately to undo. ]

That's not fair! They can't just kill you and force you into this state! I can't sit here and allow that to be the way your life ends!

[ It's rare, this side of her, but once her conviction wins her over? There's no going back. She's angry, rightfully so, at an unknown source for inflicting this upon someone so dear to her. ]

I was crushed by my own costume and then remade into it, Yukiko-san.

[He knows. He knows and it almost physically hurts him to see her like this when there was nothing he could do to change it. Nothing but fight the insanity that was tearing him apart inside, which is a feat in and of itself. He'd been gone for two days now, and it was quite literally all thanks to being able to once hear others' Personas that he was able to even withstand this long.

His fists clench tight, because he couldn't even move his jaw.]

When we die in this place, it is normally whole and as we were before. ...Apparently not so in this little 'game.'

[...He glances away.]

Those who fall should return to normal at the beginning of the next month... She was 'kind' enough for that much the last time.

That's horrible.

[ Yukiko thought she saw everything unbelievable in her life, but this place has to go and prove her wrong. How frustrating it is for her as her anger boils, threatening to spill over in her failure to contain it. ]

I can't just sit by while you're stuck in this form for days. There has to be... there has to be something I can do to help you!

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/squeaks happily, prepares angst

/hope you have enough tissues

/goes to restock ;w;

/best plan ;n;

/passes them around

/shares images of cute little bunnies

oh bunnies ;_;

/DISTRACTS WITH CUTE DID NOT WHINE LIKE LOKI IN THE FLOOR OF STARK TOWER, NOPE

/tries to remain distracted!!