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towerofanimus2013-02-03 07:48 pm
pitiedthefool) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-03 07:48 pm
015 | ❝A cold wind blows away...❞
Characters: Yu and You
Setting: Floor 48, 100, 96 ('cept not really), 84, 78, & 81
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Time to explore the new floors, and come across new and old faces + memories. And to remember ones that disappeared.
Warnings: Possible P4 spoilers in comments. Also the fact feels are often a thing.
Floor 48
After stringing together Reno and Elena's wedding present, Yu had realized that there were still two left over. Maybe it was a good thing then, that he'd kept them in his trunk. Because when he woke up one morning, when he was listening to the voice at the back of his mind going through his social links... he noticed something.
Alice didn't feel as strong.
Before he realized it, he was heading down in the elevator (it was a longer ride than usual; he'd have to check the new floors later), and then the stairs to the graveyard. Soon he stopped at the long string of "Arisato" tombstones and noticed one in particular.
"...So you went back, after all."
His voice didn't really betray much, if anyone did hear him. Instead he merely stared down at the name and likely whispered a prayer of well-wishes and luck, however meaningless it may be, before silently placing a blue origami crane at the base of the stone.
'...I'm sorry, Thanatos. I couldn't help him like I promised you.'
It takes a moment, but eventually he pulls himself away to look for another name.
'...Legion.'
Floor 100
So it had been a few days, and he'd decided to explore some of the new floors instead of simply taking the elevator down to a floor close to his usual hangouts. So when he decided to simply take the stairs after the first dorm floor, he couldn't help but stop himself when he saw what Floor 100 became. It was...
Home...
Not just any part of Inaba, but the Dojima's living area. The shoe area, the small kitchen, the small dining table that ended up mostly used for either cooking or work Dojima-san brought home from work, and the little table and futon they'd sit at to watch TV together in the evenings when he and Nanako didn't have homework. It was all there, even down to the exact pattern on the floor cushions.
Yu stared at it in stunned silence for a moment, before he realized his hand went right through what, if this place were really the Dojima residence, would be a wall.
... After standing there for a few more moments to take the facts in, he simply turned and walked away. At least, if he wasn't approached.
Floor 96 (Not really an option, buuuut...)
He kept climbing down and, okay. Even at that blinding white he had to shield his eyes. Wha-?
...Oh. It's an empty room.
...
> You decide to leave it be.
Floor 84
...Oh, he loves this floor. He loves it so much that if he could stay the night in here without worrying the rest of his team, he probably would. You see, he found a camera while he was looking around. And it's kind of in his bag right now as he seems to be building something. And that something seems... kind of tall.
...Why does some of it look like legs with stitching on it? Well, you'll likely find out if you keep watching or ask while he climbs back down the ladder to get more materials. (Spoilers: It's likely someone most of the Tower hates.)
Floor 78
...Well, this is interesting. After all the madness of going through, trying to get gifts to people... now they think of adding a mail room? Well, it makes sense, but he's almost worried if he ends up receiving one and the "letters" begin anew.
Okay, maybe he'll stop being paranoid with Nanako and Adachi in the same helltower when pigs fly. Until then, he may just linger here for a moment.
Floor 81
So Yu stopped on the beginning of the fifth block before heading up again, deciding to be a bit more on the adventurous side to see just what was below. ...Damn, that's pretty high up and a lot of fog down below.
Yes, he can be someone to point out the obvious in a ridiculously dry humor sort of manner. He's just going to stare down and then above at the stars with his max courage stat... like a boss.
Setting: Floor 48, 100, 96 ('cept not really), 84, 78, & 81
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Time to explore the new floors, and come across new and old faces + memories. And to remember ones that disappeared.
Warnings: Possible P4 spoilers in comments. Also the fact feels are often a thing.
Floor 48
After stringing together Reno and Elena's wedding present, Yu had realized that there were still two left over. Maybe it was a good thing then, that he'd kept them in his trunk. Because when he woke up one morning, when he was listening to the voice at the back of his mind going through his social links... he noticed something.
Alice didn't feel as strong.
Before he realized it, he was heading down in the elevator (it was a longer ride than usual; he'd have to check the new floors later), and then the stairs to the graveyard. Soon he stopped at the long string of "Arisato" tombstones and noticed one in particular.
"...So you went back, after all."
His voice didn't really betray much, if anyone did hear him. Instead he merely stared down at the name and likely whispered a prayer of well-wishes and luck, however meaningless it may be, before silently placing a blue origami crane at the base of the stone.
'...I'm sorry, Thanatos. I couldn't help him like I promised you.'
It takes a moment, but eventually he pulls himself away to look for another name.
'...Legion.'
Floor 100
So it had been a few days, and he'd decided to explore some of the new floors instead of simply taking the elevator down to a floor close to his usual hangouts. So when he decided to simply take the stairs after the first dorm floor, he couldn't help but stop himself when he saw what Floor 100 became. It was...
Home...
Not just any part of Inaba, but the Dojima's living area. The shoe area, the small kitchen, the small dining table that ended up mostly used for either cooking or work Dojima-san brought home from work, and the little table and futon they'd sit at to watch TV together in the evenings when he and Nanako didn't have homework. It was all there, even down to the exact pattern on the floor cushions.
Yu stared at it in stunned silence for a moment, before he realized his hand went right through what, if this place were really the Dojima residence, would be a wall.
... After standing there for a few more moments to take the facts in, he simply turned and walked away. At least, if he wasn't approached.
Floor 96 (Not really an option, buuuut...)
He kept climbing down and, okay. Even at that blinding white he had to shield his eyes. Wha-?
...Oh. It's an empty room.
...
> You decide to leave it be.
Floor 84
...Oh, he loves this floor. He loves it so much that if he could stay the night in here without worrying the rest of his team, he probably would. You see, he found a camera while he was looking around. And it's kind of in his bag right now as he seems to be building something. And that something seems... kind of tall.
...Why does some of it look like legs with stitching on it? Well, you'll likely find out if you keep watching or ask while he climbs back down the ladder to get more materials. (Spoilers: It's likely someone most of the Tower hates.)
Floor 78
...Well, this is interesting. After all the madness of going through, trying to get gifts to people... now they think of adding a mail room? Well, it makes sense, but he's almost worried if he ends up receiving one and the "letters" begin anew.
Okay, maybe he'll stop being paranoid with Nanako and Adachi in the same helltower when pigs fly. Until then, he may just linger here for a moment.
Floor 81
So Yu stopped on the beginning of the fifth block before heading up again, deciding to be a bit more on the adventurous side to see just what was below. ...Damn, that's pretty high up and a lot of fog down below.
Yes, he can be someone to point out the obvious in a ridiculously dry humor sort of manner. He's just going to stare down and then above at the stars with his max courage stat... like a boss.
Floor 78
She had no idea if this was coincidence or not but it wasn't funny]
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...Something wrong, Xion?
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The number. [...] They... they gave me my number.
[Only it wasn't her number anymore]
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Your number?
[Sob... With all the time he spent with people from Xion's world, you'd think one of them explained the Organization, but... Nope. :|a]
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... I never told you about the Organization, did I...?
[... it's less of a question and more of a statement. She knows the answer already.]
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What's the Organization?
[He won't push for more than a brief summary if she doesn't want to say more other than a gentle prod, but...
Okay that might be proven a lie at some point, but he just wants to understand so he can help???]
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They're a lot of things. Not all of them good. [Most of them not good, judging by her tone. A finger lifts up and traces the numbers of her mailbox. Was... she ready to say this...? She thinks about the time they met nearly a year ago, the blind date, him comforting her in the church building when she'd let slip her fate over the network...
... yes]
They made me.
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[A lot of things, huh. That isn't really all that descriptive, but he supposes that it has a lot of mixed feelings and a couple cases of worm-filled cans to go with it for her.]
Want to talk about it?
[It didn't have to be here, and he wouldn't be too terribly surprised if she didn't want to, but he is probably one of the least likely to judge considering he was friends with two androids. ...Yes he is still counting Sertoria even though she has long since left this tower.]
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... not here.
[But where then? She still wasn't sure of the general safety level of floors nearby...]
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Where to?
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I think... there's a safe floor a little further up...
[At least, she thought it was safe. It looked like another lounge, like some of the lower ones. A climbing we will go?]
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[That's the only one he could think of really, but he still nods and begins the climb up with her. It's a little long, but what else can be expected of the Tower? Eventually, they arrive, and there are a few seats away from the walls.
Feel free to explain when you're ready, Xion. He at least gestures as much.]
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There's a reason I would be... why I wouldn't be here if I went back home.
I'm not supposed to exist. I'm not... I'm not real. I'm only memories. And... eventually I have to give them back. Or... Sora will never wake up. It's his memories I'm made of.
[Understand a little more now why they were so important to each other?]
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The small wooden object in his pocket suddenly feels a little heavier...]
...
[He lightly pokes her on the shoulder.]
I don't know... You seem real enough.
[See? his hand doesn't even go through her! He smirks faintly, but it slowly fades.]
...I won't pretend to comprehend what it's like in your world, but I don't see why being memories make you any less real than any other person here.
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She shakes her head.]
When I'm gone... I'll fade into nothing. None of my friends... nobody will remember me. There'll be no "me" to remember.
[She says it so certainly. As if it's fact.]
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...He pulls the small object from his pocket. It's old, and made of bamboo, but it's almost in pristine condition for the tower. For a second, he simply smiles at it... almost sad.]
Nothing is ever set in stone. [He pauses before looking up. It's.. not something he spoke about, but he may as well say it.] Back home, there was a close friend whose fate... was supposed to be the same, and before she disappeared, she gave me this.
[He holds up the comb for her to see, and it's a little more apparent; it had been through a fire once.]
The word for 'comb' in my language is made of the ones for "separation" and "death"... I think she gave me this because she was meant to fade to nonexistence, too.
[The tower just made it all the worse.]
...What I'm trying to say is that I understand. Because without the right provocation, it does get harder to remember things or people sometimes. But, they never really leave us.
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She's gone... and you were supposed to forget her too? But you remember?
[She falls silent again for a long while, not really sure what to say or thing. It may... take a while for what he said to really sink in. If it does. Could it really work for her anyway? Could it really be that much the same?]
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Still...]
Everyone back home is, but... we saved her from her fate. My friends, and I.
[He pockets the comb again.]
Sometimes friends will reject reality and find a way to help those close to them.
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My friends back home... I know they'd try. But...
[What if they can't? What if it's too late to be fixed? There's also the part of her where... it scares her. The idea that to create the other future her, there's absolutely nothing she herself can do. Nothing at all. She has to put her trust entirely in others, and that's a scary, terrifying thing.
She sighs. They'd kind of gotten off the topic, hadn't they?]
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[Meaning, he hopes you don't dwell on it too much. Right now, it isn't really something that could be changed. They had to fix the situations here before anything back home could be.
He reaches out, ruffling her hair slightly. He doesn't doubt her or her friends, that much is for sure. And if he could? He'd be cheering them on from the other side.]
So, what's the Organization?
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At his question though, the look fades, and she grimaces.]
Like I said... they made me. But they're not good. At least, I don't think the leaders are.
[Obviously not all were bad, but...]
Organization XIII is a group made up of Nobodies. Nobodies... they're what happens, I think, when someone loses their heart to the Heartless. There've been some Heartless in the Tower. I could show you sometime, at night.
[Neoshadows were safe enough, at least, so long as it was only a few.]
They wanted to make a place called Kingdom Hearts. And they needed the Keyblade to do it.
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...Maybe he should ask Yosuke later.
R-regardless, he nods in agreement. He wouldn't mind putting a creature to the name.]
Kingdom...Hearts?
["That doesn't sound good" feels like an understatement with this much foreboding.]