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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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[Ryoji didn't even stay in his home world longer than two months... was it three?]
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[Did he... no, he was a normal human being, wasn't he? He doesn't remember doing anything that terrible.]
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[Ryoji isn't sure why that sounds so strange to him... it seems like he was expecting more than an illness to cause the end.]
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[A beat] It kills everything, every blade of grass, every insect, even the stars are gone.
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[Explains what about Minato? He can't remember, but he feels like there was something different about the two of them that he had noticed.]
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It doesn't really matter.
[Nothing does anymore. The room wipes all the important pieces of his memory away, and there's nothing to be sad about. Nothing to be happy about either, but he doesn't mind.]
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