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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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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/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!!