Ienzo (No, Not Zexion) (
grimgrimoire) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-12-09 07:07 pm
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Characters: Ienzo (now a big boy) and you.
Setting: Room 2-12 and some other places.
Format: Either!
Summary: Science Boy is back in the tower, except he's... significantly less of a boy, now.
Warnings: Ienzo is a ramblin', gamin' man.
[Ienzo found it extremely disheartening how long it took him to realize that something had gone amiss. The color palette wasn't even that similar; everything was a shade of grey here, it seemed, whereas everything was a shade of brown when he had gone to sleep last. Ienzo withheld most of his immediate reactions upon realizing that his body was not responding to movements; truthfully, it was enough to upset him considerably (what if he had been drugged was a recurring thought), but there was no use showing that. He noticed that there were several other people in this room, which only reinforced that notion.]
[He found the trunk quickly, and pulled on his clothes quickly before continuing. The letters were the second order of business. He read them both in detail (looking confused at the second), and stowed them in his pocket shortly afterwards. From the same pocket, he conjured a pen, and tucked the two journals in the trunk under his arm. Then, only then, did he bother to talk to anyone. He started with the people in his room, though branched out into the hallway. Whoever he asked, the question was the same:]
Excuse me. Can you tell me why I am here?
[Greetings, Tower. Did you miss him?]
[Of course, game mechanics are a beautiful thing, and Ienzo doesn't remember anything about his last stint in the tower of souls. Though some other people might, and they would be remembering Ienzo as a little kid in an oversized lab coat who talked so quietly he didn't even use capital letters. Well -- and I know this may be surprising -- the lab coat actually fits now. He's been taken from a much farther point in the timeline, and is now nineteen years old. And yes, he is still quite short.]
[Anyway.]
[Ienzo's strategy for Tower exploration amounted to this: move up the floors one at a time, looking thoroughly at each one. Of course, he could see from the elevator that there were forty-eight of them, so he didn't expect that he would cover the entire Tower in one day; in fact, as soon as he stepped up the staircase and into a forest, he simply decided that he was done with exploration for the day and moved down to the lower floors again. Passerby might find him walking around, inspecting things so mundane that most people wouldn't even give them the time of day, or else sitting down on any available surface (except the floor) to take notes.]
Setting: Room 2-12 and some other places.
Format: Either!
Summary: Science Boy is back in the tower, except he's... significantly less of a boy, now.
Warnings: Ienzo is a ramblin', gamin' man.
Room 2-12.
[Ienzo found it extremely disheartening how long it took him to realize that something had gone amiss. The color palette wasn't even that similar; everything was a shade of grey here, it seemed, whereas everything was a shade of brown when he had gone to sleep last. Ienzo withheld most of his immediate reactions upon realizing that his body was not responding to movements; truthfully, it was enough to upset him considerably (what if he had been drugged was a recurring thought), but there was no use showing that. He noticed that there were several other people in this room, which only reinforced that notion.]
[He found the trunk quickly, and pulled on his clothes quickly before continuing. The letters were the second order of business. He read them both in detail (looking confused at the second), and stowed them in his pocket shortly afterwards. From the same pocket, he conjured a pen, and tucked the two journals in the trunk under his arm. Then, only then, did he bother to talk to anyone. He started with the people in his room, though branched out into the hallway. Whoever he asked, the question was the same:]
Excuse me. Can you tell me why I am here?
Floors 1 through 5.
[Greetings, Tower. Did you miss him?]
[Of course, game mechanics are a beautiful thing, and Ienzo doesn't remember anything about his last stint in the tower of souls. Though some other people might, and they would be remembering Ienzo as a little kid in an oversized lab coat who talked so quietly he didn't even use capital letters. Well -- and I know this may be surprising -- the lab coat actually fits now. He's been taken from a much farther point in the timeline, and is now nineteen years old. And yes, he is still quite short.]
[Anyway.]
[Ienzo's strategy for Tower exploration amounted to this: move up the floors one at a time, looking thoroughly at each one. Of course, he could see from the elevator that there were forty-eight of them, so he didn't expect that he would cover the entire Tower in one day; in fact, as soon as he stepped up the staircase and into a forest, he simply decided that he was done with exploration for the day and moved down to the lower floors again. Passerby might find him walking around, inspecting things so mundane that most people wouldn't even give them the time of day, or else sitting down on any available surface (except the floor) to take notes.]

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[Tohko then chuckled a little.]
Well, since androids are made completely of metal, you would have to introduce a soul or heart in them in order for them to get one. As for ghosts..they may have very small hearts, but they're probably rather weak and will eventually fade away. Such is the fate of all ghosts.
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[He paused to think about her explanation, frowning.] ...Well, there truly is no way to know whether an entity can contain a heart, even if it were a ghost or an android, unless you tested it on an actual ghost or android. Really, anything that has sentience should technically be able to grow a heart, which is analogous with developing emotions. I would assume ghosts could still retain hearts, since they are still sentient and in most cases still do have emotions... though that does bring up the question of whether the heart would feel the need to create a new body for them. Or perhaps the fact that they still have a heart is the very reason they are ghosts at all, because their heart made them a new body after their heart and will separated from the body!
[Here he goes again...]
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[Tohko smiled and chuckled to herself as she heard this. A heart growing because a person had emotions. While she could kind of see it, it made her think that Wilhelm, if he didn't already have one, would probably never have a heart. Maybe.]
Ah, alright then! I think I get it! Would it be possible for a person to have a shattered heart-one with bits and pieces of it missing?
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[...]
[Dammit.]
[If she asked, well, he had already said he couldn't quite remember, hadn't he? And that was the truth. A fracturing heart in a Light-and-Darkness study sounded like the sort of thing that would become an unfortunate accident. Obviously that was all it was. An accident.]
...Ah, I'm sorry. [He clears his throat.] Well, maybe. It was several years ago, these studies.
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In an experiment?! Just what kind of experiments were you doing?
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As I said, the heart is very unpredictable, and the only way to know for sure how it will react is to conduct experiments. As part of our studies, it stands to reason that we would have to affect the Light and Darkness within hearts.
[His tone has deepened somewhat, now that there is no longer any pretense of a cheerful mood.]
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We tested on animals.
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However, while doctors and scientists were working on cures and medicines, they did everything in their power to try and see if the patient would be hurt and did everything they could to prevent it. I'm not sure you can do the same with with Light and Darkness.
..Why type of animals?
[Humans, technically, are animals too. She's still suspicious.]
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[And that is all he will say.]
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However..I have read plenty of books, even though they are fictional, and I'm guessing that it would be hard to control and use foresight with Light and Darkness like you would medicine.
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[I just realized that Ienzo doesn't have a "Vexen rage" emote. This needs to be fixed immediately.]
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[She has argued with Wilhelm before and not backed down, Ienzo. She does not give a single fuck anymore. Maybe.
However, that situation does need to be fixed ASAP!]
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[Perhaps I can just use manga scans of Zexion and fiddle around with them in Photoshop a little bit... but that would require actual work. Nyeh.]
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[But..the results would be glorious!]
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[That smiling he was doing before? Goooooone. Now he actually looks quite imposing, despite the fact (or maybe because of the fact) that he had that odd haircut.]
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You're not being talked down to. We're both equals here. I don't know why you think that.
..And I'm glad you think I'm precocious. However, I'm not a little girl. I'm Tohko Amano, the book girl.
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["The book girl" is by no definition an imposing title. He had the nickname "Book Boy" when he was six years old.]
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[Tohko didn't mean for it to be an imposing title. It was just who she was, no matter what anyone said.]