towerofanimus | 8 years is a long time

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8 years is a long time

Characters: Ishtar (AU1) and OPEN
Setting: All Over the Tower
Format: Prose Action you pick, I follow
Summary: The age up event and Ishtar is out and about doing things.
Warnings: Character personality differences, possible violence and such. Will add more if anything else comes up.

[ the infirmary ]

Ishtar was seen tinkering with a few of the medical bottles and medical supplies. It seemed like she was preparing for possible doctoring for people if they needed it but she didn't pay attention to her surroundings too much. She assumed the infirmary would be an okay place to be without getting attacked but Sidia hung at her side just in case anything unpleasant happens and she decided it would be time to defend herself against the ongoing threat.

Right now, however, she seemed to be preoccupied with her work as she puts another bottle on the cabinet and walking off with the rolls of bandages to get stored. She seemed like a busy body and if anyone had noticed, her appearance changed slightly with her longer hair and taller frame. Her clothes style changed a little and her face longer and appearing a lot older than the usual Ishtar that zoned around Animus.

[ the wasteland; floor five ]

Ishtar peered blankly at the viewing stations as she touched the walls. It seemed like every time she went there, there was an unsettling pain that pinched her heart. She couldn't take it anymore. It had been almost ten years since she was here and there was nothing she could do. She didn't want to believe that the world she knew and the place she came from was obliterated. It wasn't possible. Sephiroth had said the same thing years ago when they had this conversation, but Ishtar refused to believe it just as he had. Maybe now, she understood why he didn't want to think about it.

It wasn't helpful, but she kept scrolling down staring at the emptiness. The remains of what was her world. The Facility, and her own. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists as she turned her form around. She continued down the path without much to say aloud. She looked away from the view finder, knowing that every time she looked and ventured here, that it was always painful, always. She wished that this was all a nightmare. That these eight years she was in some stupid coma.

[ the forest; floor six ]

Ishtar had Sidia out. It had been a few hours. Sweat rolled down her face as she slashes past another amount of vegetation that stood in the way. The clean cut left a good impression on her. A loud call of a foreign language and a huge light, destroys a nearby tree, leaving nothing but the stump. Ishtar continued to repeat the pattern as she slashed through the air and called out these random spells. It seemed like when she needed peace or practice, she was doing it out in the forest so that it would be easier to deal with if anything happened. It wasn't safe in the forest, but even if her abilities were completely neutralized, she could fend off the creatures with Sidia. Her sword skills weren't as pathetic or slow as they were in the past.

Her skills had heightened and gotten better. She was still determined to prove to everyone she cared and love for that she could protect herself and that no one would have to die protecting her. She didn't want to be a burden. She didn't want to think she was a burden and now, she wasn't a burden. If they could see her now.

[ the gothic cathedral; floor thirteen ]

Ishtar was sprawled across the seating area, with Sidia cradled in her arms. Her guard was up but she didn't seem to be moving. There's a peaceful sound of breathing coming from her. It seemed like the former princess was now napping after a long day and wouldn't like to be disturbed, but she wouldn't mind company if anyone chose to wake her up. She was just tired and worn out from everything. It had been too long and there had been a lot she was thinking about up until now. The Gothic cathedral provided her with some sort of peace and quiet whens he required it.

The mumblings didn't bother her as much as the noise she was used to and she could drown them out when she chose to, but it always stopped when she entered and she learned that speaking normally here didn't actually worked. Either way the older woman seemed to be out like a light sleeping soundly on the seating aisle with her precious sword. There was an almost peaceful look on her face.

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"She was quite strong."

When asked if she was here, Raphael looked a little less..calm. But only for a moment. "No..she is not in this Tower. The one I know is dead, both physically and spiritually."

After all, if Heaven, God, and Earth were destroyed and dead, there was no way Ishtar could have survived as well. Raphael watched Ishtar as she put away the empty boxes.

"I see," she replied. It sounded like this other 'Ishtar' was strong as well. It was nice to know. Ishtar didn't think of herself as a strong person, but it gave her confidence just to hear that there's someone with her name, that had done much for people.

"I'm sorry, that must have been a personal question I should not have asked," she replied with a sheepish look on her face, "Do you mind if I ask for some more help? I kind of need to move these boxes out of the way since people tend to trip over them," she laughed nervously. Ishtar didn't believe in the destruction of worlds. She couldn't. It sounded like it was too much and Sephiroth's words still rang in her mind.

"You needn't apologize. It was not a personal question."

Raphael then nodded his head, moved over towards her, and started moving the boxes out of the way. "I do not mind if you ask me for help. It would not do for people to get injured while walking into the clinic."

Her expression changed a bit for his words. She really didn't want to step on any toes and she laughs a little nervously.

"Yeah, it happened before, so I don't want to see it happen again. That and I've actually tripped once or twice," though she wasn't sure why she was telling him this either but she was grateful for his help.

"There should be a storage room in here somewhere.

"I see..are you alright now?" While Raphael could sense that she wasn't hurt, a small question like that never hurt the Archangel. At her words, he picked up a few of the boxes.

"Where is the storage unit then?"

"Of course. I tend to be a little bit clumsy here and there," even though she was going almost thirty now, but the habit hadn't died yet. Ishtar was still Ishtar, "Thank you for the concern though," she politely added as she pointed towards the room further back.

"There, and usually I take them to the trash downstairs in the cafeteria when the day is over," she replied, seemingly enjoying her task.

"I see..that is good to hear." When Ishtar pointed to the back room, Raphael carried the boxes he was holding into said room before coming back and replying.

"I see..if you need any help with that, let me know." Not that Raphael would have helped ordinarily, but a clean infirmary meant more clean and healthy people. This too, tied into his job on some level. Or so he thought.

Ishtar followed suit with her boxes and tossed them into the pile with as much precision as she could possibly muster up. She didn't want the boxes to topple over or do anything strange while she was attending to patients.

"Yes, I will, definitely. You've been a big help and it's helping me get a lot of things done a lot faster," she grinned happily. It was nice to have someone help out and someone to talk to while she did her job. It was fun to do. She of course, wouldn't ask him to do a lot since she didn't want to ask too much of someone she only met recently.

Edited 2013-01-14 21:28 (UTC)

"I am glad that I can be of help to you." Raphael wasn't one for small talk-since he didn't quite understand the purpose of it just yet-so that was all he said. However, his constant smile didn't dissipate.

"It's really nice to meet kind people like you here," she replied with a nod of her head as she started to walk off with the final boxes and turned back to him.

"There isn't much else to do here, but you're free to explore or ask questions," she mused, "unless you already know since I can't tell who is new here or not anymore," she chuckled lightly. Ishtar was going off tangent again.

"..Thank you. I'm happy to know that you think I'm kind." Raphael didn't get too many compliments, so his acceptance of them sounded a little weird. Not that it swelled his head or anything. He wasn't quite sure why she thought he was kind yet.

However, at the offer of information, he nodded his head. "I am not quite new here, but I would be happy to learn of what you know about this place."

"Anyone who willingly does things gently, is kind to me, or something like that. You've been really sweet is all," she chuckled rubbing the back of her head. Ishtar found that she liked people for simple things, such as helping others or simply just doing things without being asked.

"Oh, I see. Well, if there are any questions you wish to ask me at all, please do ask. I'll try to explain it all to you," she replied nodding her head, "I don't know where to start since there is a lot of things that have happened here."

"I see..thank you." Raphael didn't get compliments much, so dealing with them was a new thing..so he thought this was enough of a response. Was it?

"..At the moment, I do not have any questions, but if I think of something, I shall ask you." Assuming he didn't get to Enoch first.

"You're very welcome," she replied smiling brightly. Ishtar liked to treat others with care and respect. Friendliness was something she was always good at.

"Please do. I want to try to help everyone live pleasantly here, if anything," she replied with a nod of her head. Enoch was a helpful person, Ishtar recalled.

Raphael returned the smile, but it wasn't as large. It was just his usual calming smile.

"Do not worry. I shall, if anything comes to mind."

It was fine with her as long as she kind of helped people smile. Ishtar was just that kind of person.

"That's great. I'm sorry I'm not much of a converse right now," she chuckled briefly, "Would you like tea or anything?" since she was around Yujinn so much, she learned how to brew tea thanks to him.

"It is alright. I am rather new at this, so you are better off than I."

The offer of tea surprised him. Technically, Angels didn't have to drink or eat..but..

"If you wish to give me some, I will not decline your offer."

"I tend to go overboard. Stop me if I ever get too talkative, yeah?" she joked a little about that. Ishtar didn't know what he was or that he didn't need to consume things.

It would be something to learn if he ever told her though, "Not at all. I don't mind sharing and I personally prefer to have tea with someone other than myself," she grinned.

Raphael wouldn't stop her if she talked too much, as he wasn't the right person to decide if someone was talking too much or not.

"Do not worry. I don't think you shall talk too much for me."

Raphael then nodded. "I shall accept your offer then."

He was a lot different compared to people that she knew. She often said things she shouldn't have and it usually upset people, but it was nice to hear that someone wouldn't do that to her no matter what.

"Well, I guess there's tolerance for everything," she chimed as she started towards the door, "Great, why don't we head down the cafeteria. It's a lot more comfortable there, well as comfortable as it can get in this place," she replied with a nod.

Raphael was tolerant mainly because he was an Angel. Unless someone was insulting God and going against his plan, what reason was there to be upset? And even then, Raphael didn't get angry or try to stop people. After all, humans had free will. He couldn't interfere with that.

Raphael followed her towards the door. "Alright then. I have not been to the cafeteria yet, but it should be alright." As alright as anything could be in this place.

Ishtar didn't know he was an angel and she's never met an angel before,so it should be something if she ever discovered his true identity. It might be a shocker for but she'll probably be intrigued by it as well.

"I can show you the cafeteria and everything in it before we have tea if you want. It's a pleasant place for cooking food or just hanging out. It's not really all that pretty to look at but it's pleasant from time to time," she chimed happily as she started towards the stairs.

If she found out, Raphael wouldn't mind. After all, he would reveal himself if someone asked, and would be happy to answer any questions.

Raphael followed her as he spoke. "Ah, thank you. That would be rather helpful."

That would be interesting to learn one day, but Ishtar didn't often ask what others were unless there was a situation that made her behave like that. She strolled towards the stairs and then taking it down to the first floor.

"Just doing what I can for everyone," she chimed cheerfully.

Raphael kept following Ishtar and managed a small smile at that. It looked a bit awkward though.

"I am glad to hear that. It is good when people help others."

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