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towerofanimus2012-12-01 05:58 pm
uzuki) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-01 05:58 pm
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Characters: Shion Uzuki, open
Setting: Floor 14, the media room
Format: I'll match whatever.
Summary: Shion wakes up, and decides to explore a little because that's totally a good idea.
Warnings: None yet~
[It was like a waking nightmare, and it felt completely surreal. Waking up in the tower, reading the letters that had been left there for her. She almost didn't know what to make of it. There was no way something like that could have happened to the Elsa... And her friends.
It didn't take her too long to push past the shock. She knew she had to get up and get out (and get her blood moving before she froze to death). She found her clothes and her weapon in the trunk at the end of her bed, and as soon as she was properly dressed, she set off to find out what had really happened.
After finding it, she rode the elevator down, and when the doors opened at Floor 21, she exited to the stairs. She wasn't sure why. Some instinct drew her out, and downward. Past the restaurant, and very carefully down the crumbling outdoor ramp. It was possibly somewhere in the bloodied hand print room that echoed with tortured screams that she began to wonder if her instincts were really something she could trust anymore, as she picked up the pace. She raced down the next few floors, as fast as she could without injuring herself, until finally she reached the 14th floor.
She was tired, cold, frightened, and confused. The media room seemed safe enough, and electronics were a somewhat familiar sight. So, looking shaken, she sank to her knees just off the stairs.]
What is this place...?
Setting: Floor 14, the media room
Format: I'll match whatever.
Summary: Shion wakes up, and decides to explore a little because that's totally a good idea.
Warnings: None yet~
[It was like a waking nightmare, and it felt completely surreal. Waking up in the tower, reading the letters that had been left there for her. She almost didn't know what to make of it. There was no way something like that could have happened to the Elsa... And her friends.
It didn't take her too long to push past the shock. She knew she had to get up and get out (and get her blood moving before she froze to death). She found her clothes and her weapon in the trunk at the end of her bed, and as soon as she was properly dressed, she set off to find out what had really happened.
After finding it, she rode the elevator down, and when the doors opened at Floor 21, she exited to the stairs. She wasn't sure why. Some instinct drew her out, and downward. Past the restaurant, and very carefully down the crumbling outdoor ramp. It was possibly somewhere in the bloodied hand print room that echoed with tortured screams that she began to wonder if her instincts were really something she could trust anymore, as she picked up the pace. She raced down the next few floors, as fast as she could without injuring herself, until finally she reached the 14th floor.
She was tired, cold, frightened, and confused. The media room seemed safe enough, and electronics were a somewhat familiar sight. So, looking shaken, she sank to her knees just off the stairs.]
What is this place...?
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[ Wilhelm casually glances over the technology in the room. By their standards, this technology was archaic. Ancient. The kind of technology neither of them would be caught using. ]
You have already met Allen, have you not? His very existence is a flaw they cannot explain.
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[That's a subject she'd like to skip, so she will~]
But we are trapped...
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[ To say he could relate would be a lie, but he'll oblige her. He knew how close she and Allen were, after Kevin's death and subsequent rebirth as a Testament. He has nothing to gain from pushing that button. ... yet. ]
When I said your despair was misplaced, it was meant without a double-meaning. This is a blessing, albeit a bitter one. Yeshua being here means our own universe is safe from Anima.
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But we had chosen our path already... And chaos...
[Well, there might not be any Anima back home anyway!]
If we're really trapped here, all of those sacrifices will be for nothing.
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[ He pauses, turning at his side to face her again. As cold as it is, his skin shows no sign of adverse affects to the cold. No goose bumps, no flushing of his skin, no blue lips. Nothing. ]
It has been referred to as martyrdom, an investment, a tribute, or a voluntary loss. What one man would find to be a needless waste, another would defend as a necessity. Sacrifice is subjective. There is no arbitrary price too great to pay to ensure humanity's survival.
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[She's really not that surprised the temperature isn't affecting him. Though she might be slightly envious of that fact.]
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[ Wilhelm: Forever lacking in empathy. ]
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[Why is she talking to him again?]
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[ He looks back at her, for a moment, and begins descending the stairs to the bottom floor. ]
I may have a purpose for the Maiden here, if it has not already presented itself to me.