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towerofanimus2012-12-18 12:31 am
geometry) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-18 12:31 am
still, lay it bare. (open)
Characters: Yelloweq and you
Setting: Floor 4; lounge. Backdated to the fifteenth.
Format: I'll do whatever, yo
Summary: The events of the last few weeks, including this goddamn sickness, finally hit Equius... and leave him as a screaming, shaking wreck clutching his head in the corner of a public area.
Warnings: Freakouts. Cursing. Oh, so much cursing.
[It hurts. Make it stop. Someone make it stop.]
[For quite a while now, Equius has been having some... upsets with this sickness that's going around. As if he really needed to be sick alongside the freezing coldness of the Tower and the whole debacle that had gone down with Eridan the other day. Those two things alone were enough to break his brain. But as if destiny really had to make it worse, there seemed to be a few unpleasant side effects to this damn cold. Nothing quite seems... right anymore. He can feel it. Everything in his perception has been altered -- all that physics-breaking he hates so much, that gives him the headaches so bad he has to avoid some floors altogether? Well, it now follows him around. So to all other residents of the Tower, the fourth floor looks just like it would on any other day. But for the one troll now staggering down the stairs (he hasn't been able to walk straight for quite a while), it's just enough to push him over the edge for reals.]
Oh god. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No no no no no no no no nonononononono...
[...Or maybe it was that he hasn't eaten anything for two days. That could be the reason too. Really, there were a lot of reasons why he could have been pushed over the edge this month. Maybe he had just been good at keeping them bottled until now, hidden under an oversized coat. But now he was repeating the word "no" many more times than a sane, healthy person would, at least until they escalated into something else. Somewhere between a cry and a whine:]
Make it stop!
[Whatever the cause, the fact of the matter was: the walls were spinning. There was a heartbeat shaking the room like small, steady earthquakes. The floor tilted in ways that Equius' Spacey sensibilities didn't think possible. It was nauseating for a normal person, sure; but add that to the fact that even the perception of warped Space brought on the damn migraines (which had gotten much worse since yesterday), what he did next shouldn't have come as a surprise. Though to anyone else in the room, it certainly would have come as a shock.]
[Equius screamed.]
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP--
[Loud and long, it was the kind of howling that could curdle blood, the #1 sign of a breaking mind. Someone on the next floor up or down could hear it quite clearly, since he wasn't that far from the staircase. And it didn't stop. It kept going for -- fuck, how long, a minute maybe? Something like that. We just don't know. Equius didn't know. He just screamed until his lungs couldn't do that anymore, and the lack of oxygen made his head swim even more, so he just kind of staggered off into the glass, letting his forehead loll onto it when he did. The icy coldness of the unbreakable glass made him scream more, but it was a sensation that wasn't the feeling of his brain leaking out his ears, so that was probably good. He threw his palms onto the glass too. Sure. Why not. WHY THE FUCK NOT.]
[He just kind of... keeled over from there, would be the best way to describe it. Eventually, all that was left on Floor Four was a troll trying to cram himself into the corner between the glass and the floor, clutching his head and shaking like a leaf, making these horrible pained sounds as he went. Fortunately, they were much quieter.]
[Equius won't be going anywhere for a while. Hope you guys brought earbuds.]
Setting: Floor 4; lounge. Backdated to the fifteenth.
Format: I'll do whatever, yo
Summary: The events of the last few weeks, including this goddamn sickness, finally hit Equius... and leave him as a screaming, shaking wreck clutching his head in the corner of a public area.
Warnings: Freakouts. Cursing. Oh, so much cursing.
[It hurts. Make it stop. Someone make it stop.]
[For quite a while now, Equius has been having some... upsets with this sickness that's going around. As if he really needed to be sick alongside the freezing coldness of the Tower and the whole debacle that had gone down with Eridan the other day. Those two things alone were enough to break his brain. But as if destiny really had to make it worse, there seemed to be a few unpleasant side effects to this damn cold. Nothing quite seems... right anymore. He can feel it. Everything in his perception has been altered -- all that physics-breaking he hates so much, that gives him the headaches so bad he has to avoid some floors altogether? Well, it now follows him around. So to all other residents of the Tower, the fourth floor looks just like it would on any other day. But for the one troll now staggering down the stairs (he hasn't been able to walk straight for quite a while), it's just enough to push him over the edge for reals.]
Oh god. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No no no no no no no no nonononononono...
[...Or maybe it was that he hasn't eaten anything for two days. That could be the reason too. Really, there were a lot of reasons why he could have been pushed over the edge this month. Maybe he had just been good at keeping them bottled until now, hidden under an oversized coat. But now he was repeating the word "no" many more times than a sane, healthy person would, at least until they escalated into something else. Somewhere between a cry and a whine:]
Make it stop!
[Whatever the cause, the fact of the matter was: the walls were spinning. There was a heartbeat shaking the room like small, steady earthquakes. The floor tilted in ways that Equius' Spacey sensibilities didn't think possible. It was nauseating for a normal person, sure; but add that to the fact that even the perception of warped Space brought on the damn migraines (which had gotten much worse since yesterday), what he did next shouldn't have come as a surprise. Though to anyone else in the room, it certainly would have come as a shock.]
[Equius screamed.]
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP--
[Loud and long, it was the kind of howling that could curdle blood, the #1 sign of a breaking mind. Someone on the next floor up or down could hear it quite clearly, since he wasn't that far from the staircase. And it didn't stop. It kept going for -- fuck, how long, a minute maybe? Something like that. We just don't know. Equius didn't know. He just screamed until his lungs couldn't do that anymore, and the lack of oxygen made his head swim even more, so he just kind of staggered off into the glass, letting his forehead loll onto it when he did. The icy coldness of the unbreakable glass made him scream more, but it was a sensation that wasn't the feeling of his brain leaking out his ears, so that was probably good. He threw his palms onto the glass too. Sure. Why not. WHY THE FUCK NOT.]
[He just kind of... keeled over from there, would be the best way to describe it. Eventually, all that was left on Floor Four was a troll trying to cram himself into the corner between the glass and the floor, clutching his head and shaking like a leaf, making these horrible pained sounds as he went. Fortunately, they were much quieter.]
[Equius won't be going anywhere for a while. Hope you guys brought earbuds.]
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[Yeah, he just actually said that out loud. He stares at Equius for a long, long moment, pondering the pros and cons of asking the single most ridiculous question he's ever asked. But hey, being in this Tower has just served to teach him that there's never an end to stupid questions.]
Can you make yourself stop feeling it?
[Not like they can make the admins stop breaking it, either way.]
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NO!!!
[If Equius’ throat hadn’t been shot to hell already, it certainly was now. The fact that anyone could even ask such a thing was maddening, even to his addled brain -- if he could just turn off the geometry radar, would he choose to be like this? Would he choose to sit powerlessly for days on end, refusing or forgetting to eat because of some lover’s dispute while his body grew steadily weaker, his senses more inaccurate, his mind more tortured from a sickness he could neither treat or even name? Equius Zahhak may be the most self-deprecating child on the face of Alternia, but even he would not subject himself willingly to this hell.]
[And that’s why the cry was long, anguished, kind of furious, and probably louder than Darkleer has heard him go... ever.]
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[Darkleer winces again at the screams but otherwise ignores them, even if they make his ears ring. He stares at Equius for a long moment before snorting.]
Be quiet.
[And hold still, you're getting picked up, Equius. By big hands that can crush a lot of things bigger than you right now.]
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[Equius is a rag doll in Darkleer's hands, a mortified rag doll that squeaks maybe once and then remembers what it had been told to do -- be quiet.]
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You're disgraceful.
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[You're a hero of our time, Darkleer. Truly, your biting words mark the star-path towards a shining tomorrow. In the meantime, Equius continues to follow instructions and not say anything, though he is opening his eyes every so often to look around dazedly. He doesn't care if anyone he knows sees him like this, but he does care about where they are at a given time.]
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He totally is. He's a paragon of righteousness and awesomeness. But seriously, Equius, when was the last time you ate, kid. You're like six feet worth of bones, it's kind of really freaky. You're a veritable disgrace to the sign, Jesus.]
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[No seriously. Without the stupid slurring at the failed attempt at a DRONK icon. (I could have used the doki doki uguu blush one, but that would have been weird.) It wasn't too long ago that he last ate, really. Only like two days. This is a serious achievement for him, ok.]
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You do know the whole food thing? You're supposed to do it daily, right?]
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[Well, he does it daily most times. Just... not while being fucked over by karma for being the worst Prince ever. Pansies don't take nicely to destroyer classes, y'know.]
[Also, why is 'saily' a word in my browser's dictionary.]
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Also, because saily is a word.]
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[Fortunately though, the floors between four and one involve no physics shenanigans, so their little trip can carry on uninterrupted.]
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Yay! Infirmary.]
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[Wait. Why are they here. Does Darkleer even... um.]
[He's looking around a bit more. What does he plan to... do...?]
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Or dump your scrawny, worthless ass into a bed. That works too.]
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[Which is why he does make a surprised noise when Darkleer simply drops him, but lands on the bed with no injury other than a seriously frazzled thinkpan. Even though he should know this place like the back of his hand right now, it would be a lot easier ro figure out what's happening if he knew where in the infirmary he was. (So far, he was just judging by the fact that they were going downward, and everything was white.)]
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Because drugging you and putting you to sleep is obviously the best choice for a situation like this, right.]
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[He stares at the pills in his hands rather dumbly for a moment, then looks up at Darkleer with a worried expression... and downs them shortly afterward, because Darkleer.]
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[He stalks away back to his workshop, once that's dealt with, and resumes actively not thinking about Equius for the rest of the day. God, such a disgrace.]