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towerofanimus2013-02-05 07:31 pm
swordofzero) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-05 07:31 pm
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Characters: Suzaku and open
Setting: Floor 95 (ball pit), floor 48 (graveyard) and floor 96 (white room)
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Suzaku has a new job yay for him. He then tries to deal with emotions and fails
Warnings: Angst, bodies, trauma, self destructiveness
[Floor 95] Suzaku had seen plenty of corpses before, caused a few of them to be dead in the first place... caused a lot of them to die...
It wasn't even the first time he had been put to work dragging dead bodies from where they fell, there had been that awful battle after all... the days after Narita had been long ones of dragging bodies from underneath the fallen mountain.
But this was different, the gaudy colourful balls that fell in waterfalls around him only made the job more grim, more crushing.
He had been a soldier so long, had killed so many people. He should be used to it now, but he still mourned each body he pulled up. He didn't even know if they were all residents of the tower or just bodies that had always been there.
He stood on the edge of the stair case and took a deep breath before diving in again.
[Floor 48] Suzaku usually avoided this floor, the rows of graves, empty but the effect on those left behind as painful as if each of them was occupied.
He found the one he was searching for quickly enough and stared at it. Minato Arisato He simply stood there for a moment before bending to place a bullet shattered pocket watch in the grass and flowers growing around it.
"I'm sorry. For everything."
He turned and left the floor, not looking back.
Floor 96 The first time he had been here he had found it strange, the fuzziness in his mind not fading until he was well away from the floor.
But he went back, because sometimes it was best to forget, to not have to replay Diarmuid's words back to him, forget how happy Rolo had looked in the future, forget everything.
He never stayed more than a few hours at first, but soon it got addictive.
Setting: Floor 95 (ball pit), floor 48 (graveyard) and floor 96 (white room)
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Suzaku has a new job yay for him. He then tries to deal with emotions and fails
Warnings: Angst, bodies, trauma, self destructiveness
[Floor 95] Suzaku had seen plenty of corpses before, caused a few of them to be dead in the first place... caused a lot of them to die...
It wasn't even the first time he had been put to work dragging dead bodies from where they fell, there had been that awful battle after all... the days after Narita had been long ones of dragging bodies from underneath the fallen mountain.
But this was different, the gaudy colourful balls that fell in waterfalls around him only made the job more grim, more crushing.
He had been a soldier so long, had killed so many people. He should be used to it now, but he still mourned each body he pulled up. He didn't even know if they were all residents of the tower or just bodies that had always been there.
He stood on the edge of the stair case and took a deep breath before diving in again.
[Floor 48] Suzaku usually avoided this floor, the rows of graves, empty but the effect on those left behind as painful as if each of them was occupied.
He found the one he was searching for quickly enough and stared at it. Minato Arisato He simply stood there for a moment before bending to place a bullet shattered pocket watch in the grass and flowers growing around it.
"I'm sorry. For everything."
He turned and left the floor, not looking back.
Floor 96 The first time he had been here he had found it strange, the fuzziness in his mind not fading until he was well away from the floor.
But he went back, because sometimes it was best to forget, to not have to replay Diarmuid's words back to him, forget how happy Rolo had looked in the future, forget everything.
He never stayed more than a few hours at first, but soon it got addictive.
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Eh. It'th okay, I gueth. It'th... [Really not okay at all. He's constantly worried about what's in store for him, and he doesn't know what his life is going to be here, and he doesn't even know what his life would have been back home.]
Different. It'th different.
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I take it murder towerth aren't common for your world, either? Heh.
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It was complicated.
Suzaku was looking at Psiioniic like he wanted to ask him something, but that would involve conversation and yeah...
Suzaku really had to get over this trying to protect alternative versions of old friends from himself thing.]
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Maybe he's just a bit too idealistic. It's what happens when you're from a point in your personal history where everything isn't all that miserable yet.
He stares at Suzaku, raising an eyebrow. He knows that look. He got it a lot during grubhood and growing up. Everyone wanted to ask him something, because he was a freak. He can't help but assume that's why Suzaku wants to ask him something, too.]
What?
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[A beat.]
Or do you mean you don't know how I'm different from other-me?
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