towerofanimus | [open] i just want to save you while there's still something left to save

Character: Remilia and you
Setting: Floor 19, Floor 26
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you!
Summary: Remilia's hallucinations are getting worse, meaning that she's starting to hear the voices of her old acquaintances from the Facility, and getting awful overlayed flashbacks.
Warnings: References to death. And obligatory angst.

It couldn't be real. It couldn't be. The place was long gone, even if it wasn't destroyed. She could never go back there; they wouldn't let her. She was so sure of it.

So she did anything she could to push out the voices.

At first it was easier. She could just ignore them, or try and go to sleep. Luckily she had no nightmares. But after a while it grew more incessant. Clamping her hands over her ears wasn't good enough.

A} One can find her on Floor 19, flipping through the thick reference books. She has a pile of psychology books next to her, virtually everything she could grab from the near-vacant section. She flips through hastily, looking through a couple at once, a few on her lap, a few on a table next to her. The covers indicate she's generally looking at books on schizophrenia and other manias. In addition, there's a large medical textbook on the floor in front of her, turned open to a page on paracusia.

B} Textbooks not helpful in the slightest, Remilia no longer knows what to do. Instead she's holed herself up in one of her regular spots, Floor 26 aka the morgue. She's curled up in a corner, her cape wrapped around her, slightly shivering and muttering to herself.

"It's not real...it's not real...I'm not..."

Fire. Burning. Lights. Metal. Blood. Screaming. Fire. Fire. Fire Light. Sun burning fire light sun burning scream fire fire light sun sun sun fire fire fire fire BURNING--

And then nothing.

She lets out a blood-curdling scream.

"Let her go, let her go, LET HER GO! She didn't...she didn't go anything...I didn't do...she didn't...I'm so sorry, Patchouli..."

Her scream eventually fades into a low, aching sob.

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This floor hadn't been one she wanted to stay on long, for multiple reasons, but it was in her route today and so she had been passing through. Also, perhaps she could see if she could take a scalpel or two secretly...

Those thoughts were dashed when she heard screaming, and Juliet whirled around to find the source. Very cautiously approaching the corner where the screams came from, she crouched down, an expression of honest concern on her face.

"...Miss?"

While the reference library was not as big as the other library, it was still nice to look through it. While he wandered around, he sensed someone that wasn't human. Curious, he turned the corner and saw a girl reading a few psychology books on manias. Near here, a textbook was open, showing an article on auditory hallucinations. Worried, chaos approached her.

"Pardon me..but are you suffering from auditory hallucinations? And are you cold?"

Meiling had been wandering about,wrapped up in a blanket, as she could not just sit in her room with all the problems she was having. Things appearing and disappearing on her and she's a bit unnerved at this.

So when she hears the screams, she books it up the stairs, hanging on to the blanket in one hand. Once she gets to the door way, she's breathing hard but still is alert enough to start looking about. She moves carefully, jumping to the side every so often as if she was dodging things that are not really there.

Once she spots Remilia she moves quickly once more and tries to wrap the blanket around her, not saying anything as she coughs into her shoulder. Once the coughing subsides, she speaks with pure worry, "Are you alright? What happened?"

[ Only her eyes move, looking up cautiously. Wait. That face looks vaguely familiar. The red hair, the glasses, the sharp teeth...hmm.

A demon helps out fellow demons...Mr. Michaelis.

Didn't this person know a friend of hers? Or whoever she thought this person was. It was...Sebastian, right? She'd seen Sebastian talk to this person over the network at the Facility. ]

Wh...No, no, this isn't real, he's not here...that demon...

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[ She seems a bit startled, nearly dropping the book in her lap, but she takes a deep breath and looks up at the intruder. ]

That seems to be the case.

And no, I'm fine.

[ Her eyes widen as far as they seemingly can, her hands faintly shaking. ]

No, no, Meiling, they didn't put you back...

[ And then abruptly her panic fades. No. This wasn't the Facility. She'd spoken to Meiling here. This was the Tower. The Tower. ]

...they're making me hallucinate. I keep...I keep hearing things that aren't there, voices of people I haven't heard in months, seeing things that happened a long time ago...

[chaos nodded at this.]

I see. If that is the case, you should probably go to the clinic and see what the drones can do for it. Or, if you want, there is a small clinic run by two people who would be more than happy to look over you.

--!! Mistress!

[ First Sakya is going to make sure that the scene is secure from anyone else; that takes less than a second to do. Afterwards she goes directly to her, more troubled than she had ever been before. She kneels and reaches for her, placing both arms on her shoulders. ] Mistress, what are you talking about? What about Patchouli-san?

I am convinced this is administrator-induced, so I doubt the bots would be able to help.

Then please, allow me to take you to a different clinic. It is run by two people, a scientist named Hojo and a boy named Shion. I also assist them, and there are probably many other people working there as well. If the administrators are bothering you, let the residents help you.

[ Her eyes steady out a bit, but just barely. It seems she's still half-caught in her hallucinations. ] T-The machine, the lamps...making her choose between me and her own life, i-it's not...

[ Perhaps speaking with a panicked tone isn't something she should be doing. She lowers her voice, giving her an earnest look. ] I you're safe now. Patchouli is not... here. Not in the tower, I mean.

[They might look similar, but Grell was not the type for worrying over people she'd never met. Juliet raised an eyebrow, not moving back but not wanting to be too close in case she set the girl off again.]

"That demon"?

Hallucinations? What from?

[There is a look of confusion crossing her face although it quickly fades into a more concerned and protective look as something catches her eye from the other corner of the room. She turns and stands, falling into a bit of a fighting stance..But there is nothing there.]

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