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towerofanimus2012-12-16 04:58 pm
rememberscarlet) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-16 04:58 pm
Entry tags:
1st Heavenly Body
Characters: Jellal and Open
Setting: Room 01-10/Dormitory Floor 01, Floor 48, Floor 25
Format: Action
Summary: Jellal arrives in the tower. He has really rather mixed feelings about it.
Warnings: Nothing beyond the standard Animus horror?
[A - Room 01-10/Dormitory Floor 01]
[He awakens only slowly, far from panicking even as he notices his inability to move... though... it does seem quite strange that he can't recall where he is... how he has gotten here.
He remembers being prisoner of the magic council, awaiting what punishment they seem fit... remembers surrendering himself after all and his refusal to turn even as Natsu... as Fairy Tail and the other Alliance wizards had called out for him... all but Erza... she had understood, and he will forever be grateful for that...
And here he is lying now... unable to move... unable to recall how he had gotten here, if this was his punishment... None of this seems familiar, but then again... he doesn't have much to compare it to, does he?
It's the letters that truly catch him by surprise; surely, it can't be that-
Minutes later, he can be found rushing down the corridor (now actually wearing his own - okay, already kind of borrowed - cloths); it can't be true, the world couldn't be just-
Could it?
Whatever the case there is one person he needs to find. That surely must have been brought here as well...]
...Erza.
[B - Floor 48 | The Graveyard Floor]
[As if the letters weren't disturbing enough at first; Jellal really can't help the uneasy frown on his face as he stumbles onto the very first floor beneath the room he had woken up in.
He shudders as he walks from grave to grave, reading name upon name... some ever twice or more...
(He is very glad that so far, he has yet to see any that sound familiar to him.)
What a macabre place...
Who had made it and why? And why bring him of all people here?]
[C - Floor 25 | Meadow Floor]
[There is really no telling in what kind of environment this place... this tower... is standing it, but... regardless of that, nobody can't deny that it is really damn cold right now. Fortunately conjuring a lasting fire to keep himself warm is hardly a challenge, despite the state of his memories, and so - after a rather long day - Jellal can be found sitting in front of one, frowning as he rubs his hands, his gaze drifting towards the distance as he recalls what he has learned today... and as he remembers snippets of his life in a certain other tower.
After a moment, he shakes his head sharply - he doesn't want to remember, he fears those memories, and he can't dare linger on what he doesn't know, not right now. Not when he needs to find a way to fix this all... somehow.
After a moment he sighs, reaching up to comb through his hair. ...Just what is he supposed to do here?]
Setting: Room 01-10/Dormitory Floor 01, Floor 48, Floor 25
Format: Action
Summary: Jellal arrives in the tower. He has really rather mixed feelings about it.
Warnings: Nothing beyond the standard Animus horror?
[A - Room 01-10/Dormitory Floor 01]
[He awakens only slowly, far from panicking even as he notices his inability to move... though... it does seem quite strange that he can't recall where he is... how he has gotten here.
He remembers being prisoner of the magic council, awaiting what punishment they seem fit... remembers surrendering himself after all and his refusal to turn even as Natsu... as Fairy Tail and the other Alliance wizards had called out for him... all but Erza... she had understood, and he will forever be grateful for that...
And here he is lying now... unable to move... unable to recall how he had gotten here, if this was his punishment... None of this seems familiar, but then again... he doesn't have much to compare it to, does he?
It's the letters that truly catch him by surprise; surely, it can't be that-
Minutes later, he can be found rushing down the corridor (now actually wearing his own - okay, already kind of borrowed - cloths); it can't be true, the world couldn't be just-
Could it?
Whatever the case there is one person he needs to find. That surely must have been brought here as well...]
...Erza.
[B - Floor 48 | The Graveyard Floor]
[As if the letters weren't disturbing enough at first; Jellal really can't help the uneasy frown on his face as he stumbles onto the very first floor beneath the room he had woken up in.
He shudders as he walks from grave to grave, reading name upon name... some ever twice or more...
(He is very glad that so far, he has yet to see any that sound familiar to him.)
What a macabre place...
Who had made it and why? And why bring him of all people here?]
[C - Floor 25 | Meadow Floor]
[There is really no telling in what kind of environment this place... this tower... is standing it, but... regardless of that, nobody can't deny that it is really damn cold right now. Fortunately conjuring a lasting fire to keep himself warm is hardly a challenge, despite the state of his memories, and so - after a rather long day - Jellal can be found sitting in front of one, frowning as he rubs his hands, his gaze drifting towards the distance as he recalls what he has learned today... and as he remembers snippets of his life in a certain other tower.
After a moment, he shakes his head sharply - he doesn't want to remember, he fears those memories, and he can't dare linger on what he doesn't know, not right now. Not when he needs to find a way to fix this all... somehow.
After a moment he sighs, reaching up to comb through his hair. ...Just what is he supposed to do here?]
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And yet, he shakes his head firmly because.]
No. She does not belong into a place like this.
[Unlike him, unlike the girl before him, Erza is Light. Deserving of what happiness she has found, and so much more.]
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[Try again.]
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[Meaning that nope, he won't tell her unless she spills hers first.]
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You can call me Wretched Egg. Or the 'Red Man'. ...I don't really care. [Usually people don't call her. They see her, scream and run.]
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[Or well. Not. Consider yourself educated of it now. :|]
Jellal.
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Jellal~ An interesting name for an interesting boy~
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If you say so.
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[Have a raised eyebrow, and a glance that very much convoys his disinterest. Despite her attempt to fool him, he has no desire to fight her.]