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towerofanimus2013-01-16 09:51 pm
fuhgeddaboudit) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-16 09:51 pm
⚙ 003;
Characters: Labrys and you!
Setting: Around the tower
Format: I'll try to match.
Summary: Labrys doesn't age. She deals with it, learns new things, and fights in her spare time. (Go ahead and establish pre-existing relationships if you like!)
Warnings: None currently.
[dormitory floors]
[There was some part of her that knew exactly how long it had been. Buried deep in calculations, in strings of binary ones and zeroes was an internal clock that ticked away the hours, days, months, and years. But she didn't dare look, not anymore. Deep down Labrys feared that if she truly knew how long she had spent in the tower, her mechanical heart might just break on the spot.]
[Maybe there was a measure of denial to it all. If she'd spent too long in the tower, then she'd have failed in her promise to find her 'mother'. Assuming their world was in fact still unharmed, which was a belief Labrys had kept for however long it had been. If she knew for certain how long it had been, she'd know whether or not she failed. No, it was best to continue on as things were.]
[And as things were, she'd matured in mind while remaining static in form. This was a body that would not, could not age like those of her friends. The only visible change in Labrys was the matured, proud way in which she carried herself; joyful cheeriness had faded to quiet compassion and a caring smile for those around her. Most of her childlike curiosity had faded as well; she still carried a genuine interest in the world around her, of course, but as time passed she learned most of the basic things any normal human might know.]
[There were many days where she wandered the dorm floors idly, with no real goal in mind other than to talk to people. Make them feel welcomed and cared about, like she knew humans so desperately needed to be in times like this. It was on such a day where she stopped and looked to whoever was passing by at that moment, speaking in a thickly accented voice that had lost a bit of its coarseness over time:]
Hey, you. What're ya doin'?
[floor 28]
[When things were peaceful and there were no experiments being run, Labrys enjoyed distracting herself with learning new things. Idly she wondered if it was easier for an android to pick up something new; humans didn't think in terms of data entry and analysis. That was one of the things she liked so much about them. People were so abstract, confusing her in the most fascinating ways much like her own heart tended to.]
[In recent weeks it had been the piano that caught her eye; she hadn't yet taught herself an instrument, so it sounded like a fun thing to try. The robot girl minus her Yasogami uniform sat down at the instrument and pressed metal fingers to white keys, gradually starting to pick out a tune that gained pace as she became a little more confident with it.]
[floor 25]
[She always came back to this place. Nearly every day, in fact. She loved the meadow dearly, and often took time to appreciate the vibrant flowers. This was a peaceful place of life in a tower that seemed so focused on death. And much like Labrys herself...it never seemed to change. Maybe that was something reassuring, if she worried about her age or lack thereof. If that was ever a concern, she didn't show it. There wasn't much point upsetting people by crying over the obvious unsolveable problems.]
[basically anywhere else]
[There was always one persistent problem; the monsters within the Tower's walls. maybe someone was cornered by them, maybe they were just grouped in too large a number. No matter the exact reason, the metal girl floating with the thruster-equipped axe attached to her back would as usual take control of the situation.]
Pasiphaë! [Before her appeared a semitransparent spirit--a shining woman colored in sapphire and glittering like starlight. Upon her head were the horns of a bull, and in her hands a burning flame that radiated the warmth of the sun.]
[At her back Labrys held out her hand; Pasiphaë raised the flame above her head in response.]
Mahama! [The rustling of talisman paper, a flash of divine light...and the monsters were gone. Her Persona vanishing, a satisfied Labrys alighted on the ground with a smile.]
And that's how it's done.
Setting: Around the tower
Format: I'll try to match.
Summary: Labrys doesn't age. She deals with it, learns new things, and fights in her spare time. (Go ahead and establish pre-existing relationships if you like!)
Warnings: None currently.
[dormitory floors]
[There was some part of her that knew exactly how long it had been. Buried deep in calculations, in strings of binary ones and zeroes was an internal clock that ticked away the hours, days, months, and years. But she didn't dare look, not anymore. Deep down Labrys feared that if she truly knew how long she had spent in the tower, her mechanical heart might just break on the spot.]
[Maybe there was a measure of denial to it all. If she'd spent too long in the tower, then she'd have failed in her promise to find her 'mother'. Assuming their world was in fact still unharmed, which was a belief Labrys had kept for however long it had been. If she knew for certain how long it had been, she'd know whether or not she failed. No, it was best to continue on as things were.]
[And as things were, she'd matured in mind while remaining static in form. This was a body that would not, could not age like those of her friends. The only visible change in Labrys was the matured, proud way in which she carried herself; joyful cheeriness had faded to quiet compassion and a caring smile for those around her. Most of her childlike curiosity had faded as well; she still carried a genuine interest in the world around her, of course, but as time passed she learned most of the basic things any normal human might know.]
[There were many days where she wandered the dorm floors idly, with no real goal in mind other than to talk to people. Make them feel welcomed and cared about, like she knew humans so desperately needed to be in times like this. It was on such a day where she stopped and looked to whoever was passing by at that moment, speaking in a thickly accented voice that had lost a bit of its coarseness over time:]
Hey, you. What're ya doin'?
[floor 28]
[When things were peaceful and there were no experiments being run, Labrys enjoyed distracting herself with learning new things. Idly she wondered if it was easier for an android to pick up something new; humans didn't think in terms of data entry and analysis. That was one of the things she liked so much about them. People were so abstract, confusing her in the most fascinating ways much like her own heart tended to.]
[In recent weeks it had been the piano that caught her eye; she hadn't yet taught herself an instrument, so it sounded like a fun thing to try. The robot girl minus her Yasogami uniform sat down at the instrument and pressed metal fingers to white keys, gradually starting to pick out a tune that gained pace as she became a little more confident with it.]
[floor 25]
[She always came back to this place. Nearly every day, in fact. She loved the meadow dearly, and often took time to appreciate the vibrant flowers. This was a peaceful place of life in a tower that seemed so focused on death. And much like Labrys herself...it never seemed to change. Maybe that was something reassuring, if she worried about her age or lack thereof. If that was ever a concern, she didn't show it. There wasn't much point upsetting people by crying over the obvious unsolveable problems.]
[basically anywhere else]
[There was always one persistent problem; the monsters within the Tower's walls. maybe someone was cornered by them, maybe they were just grouped in too large a number. No matter the exact reason, the metal girl floating with the thruster-equipped axe attached to her back would as usual take control of the situation.]
Pasiphaë! [Before her appeared a semitransparent spirit--a shining woman colored in sapphire and glittering like starlight. Upon her head were the horns of a bull, and in her hands a burning flame that radiated the warmth of the sun.]
[At her back Labrys held out her hand; Pasiphaë raised the flame above her head in response.]
Mahama! [The rustling of talisman paper, a flash of divine light...and the monsters were gone. Her Persona vanishing, a satisfied Labrys alighted on the ground with a smile.]
And that's how it's done.
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I think I'll come with you, if ya don't mind.
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But he'd all but given that persona up years ago, hadn't he..?
He sighed, biting back a cough that threatened to bubble up out of his throat at the action. He was in no mood to argue, especially if she was the persistent type. Itachi turned his back to her.]
I'm in no position to stop you, if that's what you want. [And then he glanced over his shoulder, and even though he couldn't see her, it was as if he'd memorized exactly where her eyes were, because he seemed to be looking right into them.] But don't make the mistake of thinking I need a babysitter.
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[Her own voice was light and casual; she wasn't assuming he was weak or anything, but Labrys thought it might be safer if she were to come along. Just in case.]
I could probably use some practice too. Can't have anythin' turnin' to rust on me, ya know?
[She followed behind with the whirring of intricate mechanisms in each movement, disposition oddly cheerful.]
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He looked straight ahead as they walked, replaying exactly how many steps it would take them to get to the elevator, but his ears were trained on the noise the girl was making.]
What do you have that might turn to rust? [He couldn't very well see whatever it was that was making that noise, so he might as well ask.]
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[The full explanation came without being asked for one--she was used to people asking about her and what she was, and felt no shame in admitting and elaborating on it.]
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He gave a mild hum in answer, betraying none of his thoughts.]
Interesting. [There was a beat, then he added:] ...I don't believe I've ever gotten your name.
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[Itachi stopped in front of the elevator, then pressed the button to call it. He'd been using the elevator for so many years that he didn't need to feel his way to the button; luckily for him, the administrators didn't seem to have an interest in moving the elevator around just to mess with his sense of direction.]
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[It wasn't spoken as an insult; her tone was light, suggesting 'I can help if you need me to, but you probably don't'.]
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[His words were a tad depressing, but his tone was surprisingly light. Itachi's sense of humor was a subtle one. The elevator doors slid open, and he half-glanced over at Labrys one last time before stepping in.]