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towerofanimus2013-01-14 11:18 pm
facedthetruth) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-14 11:18 pm
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Characters: Margulis and OPEN
Setting: The graveyard floor during the day and various floors at night.
Format: Either or.
Summary: Jin Uzuki has disappeared from the tower, leaving his sword behind on top of Margulis' trunk. Margulis is not as okay with this as their fight on Christmas might lead people to expect...
Warnings: Angst, violence, death imagery, things being set on fire.
[Graveyard floor]
Margulis wasn't usually one to give in to sentimental feelings, but Jin's disappearance, and especially leaving his katana behind as a memento, got to him in ways he didn't want to even try to put into words. His feelings for the man he'd always called his best friend had been complicated since their clash fifteen years ago, and coming here to find a version who had died as a result of that fight hadn't simplified matters. But finding his fellow swordsman's weapon on top of his trunk had cleared some things up.
Now he could be found in the tower's graveyard, standing in front of the headstone marked 'Jin Uzuki,' holding his newly obtained blade in one hand with a downcast expression.
"You always did know how to get under my skin, Jin Uzuki...even in a gesture of peace, you find a way to get on my nerves."
[Nighttime]
It had taken a not insignificant amount of self control, not to mention avoidance, for Margulis to remain mostly civil throughout the day. But now, as the tower darkened and the dangerous creatures that called it home began to emerge, he had an acceptable target for all the rage that had built up since he woke and saw evidence of Jin's disappearance. With the katana sheathed at his right side, he used his own blade to carve through the more common of the tower's monsters, his every movement wreathed in an aura of flame. Occasionally he would, instead, send a ball of flame hurdling straight toward a foe, or conjure a web of lightning to electrocute a group. But no matter what the method, the attack was still harsh and forceful, fuelled by a severe and dangerous temper.
Setting: The graveyard floor during the day and various floors at night.
Format: Either or.
Summary: Jin Uzuki has disappeared from the tower, leaving his sword behind on top of Margulis' trunk. Margulis is not as okay with this as their fight on Christmas might lead people to expect...
Warnings: Angst, violence, death imagery, things being set on fire.
[Graveyard floor]
Margulis wasn't usually one to give in to sentimental feelings, but Jin's disappearance, and especially leaving his katana behind as a memento, got to him in ways he didn't want to even try to put into words. His feelings for the man he'd always called his best friend had been complicated since their clash fifteen years ago, and coming here to find a version who had died as a result of that fight hadn't simplified matters. But finding his fellow swordsman's weapon on top of his trunk had cleared some things up.
Now he could be found in the tower's graveyard, standing in front of the headstone marked 'Jin Uzuki,' holding his newly obtained blade in one hand with a downcast expression.
"You always did know how to get under my skin, Jin Uzuki...even in a gesture of peace, you find a way to get on my nerves."
[Nighttime]
It had taken a not insignificant amount of self control, not to mention avoidance, for Margulis to remain mostly civil throughout the day. But now, as the tower darkened and the dangerous creatures that called it home began to emerge, he had an acceptable target for all the rage that had built up since he woke and saw evidence of Jin's disappearance. With the katana sheathed at his right side, he used his own blade to carve through the more common of the tower's monsters, his every movement wreathed in an aura of flame. Occasionally he would, instead, send a ball of flame hurdling straight toward a foe, or conjure a web of lightning to electrocute a group. But no matter what the method, the attack was still harsh and forceful, fuelled by a severe and dangerous temper.
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She wasn't looking at Margulis anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the grave again. Angry tears began to slide down her face as she cleched his book in one hand, shaking.
"You had everyone that you lost... They were all here, so why?! Why couldn't you just..."
Be happy? Stay? Anything but leave?
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That was easily what bothered Margulis the most. He refused to believe that their worlds had been destroyed, that he wouldn't be able to return to his mission on Michtam and confront his own version of Jin. But the fact that the version here had pushed him away, with no reason other than the situation in his own universe-and a reason that had only been given after Margulis had figured out the situation for himself, at that-had hurt enough, and the sword, proof that Jin did still care, delivered in a way that rendered the point moot for all but peace of mind, only managed to twist the emotional knife.
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She covered her face with the hand she was using to wipe at her eyes.
"For all of it, I... I didn't even mean it. I'm sorry."
Which was true. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to be so antagonistic at times, or why she chose somewhat inappropriate times to bring that fact up.
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"And I reacted with more aggression than your accusations warranted. I've been growing distinctly impatient with those who recognize me primarily as the commander of U-TIC."
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She went quiet after that, and stared somberly down at the dirt.