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towerofanimus2013-02-24 11:29 am
savedbyasong) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-24 11:29 am
Entry tags:
Loss [Attn Xion]
Characters: Shion and Xion (Plus any 2-06 residents who want to be in the room) Potentially Elena later on
Setting: Room 2-12 (and starting in the Graveyard for Xion)
Format: Either
Summary: The kids discover their mentor is gone.
Warnings: Grief, anger, beserkness
Shion had left early as usual to go to work in the library, he had only been there about an hour when he realised he had left his notes in his room. So when he had a free moment he went to go and fetch them.
He realised something was wrong the moment he walked into the room. The corner of the room where Reno lived was... too neat. The bed was made- something that usually only happened when Shion made it. He frowned, an uneasy feeling. Had Reno gone again? He had only just came back...
He went over to the trunk and opened it...
It was empty. Shion stepped back as the world fell down around him. He couldn't be gone... He just...
He flung the door open, breathing breathing... Shion, Ienzo, Ken Hidaka... Three names...
Numb cold spread up him as he stepped back into the room. He was gone. Really gone.
Shion walked numbly over to his own trunk, opening it. He stared at the contents, on top of his own things were a selection of Reno's that looked like they had just been dumped in the top. He pulled them out and put them on his bed, clothes mostly, his journal. The air seemed to buzz around him, Shion didn't know what he was feeling, what he was thinking. His mind was screaming but it seemed cut off as he calmly folded the clothes and sorted through the items.
He picked up the wallet to move it and a couple of photos fell out, he picked them up. Reno, a younger Reno, Elena, others that Shion didn't know, smiling happy faces.
Anger blazed in him, that this place would bring Reno here, destroyed world or not, bring him to this place of suffering and then just as he had found some fragment of happiness, gotten married, accepted life here, to rip him away, to lose him.
Shion gripped at the sheet of his bed, his hand coming up to grip the pin Reno had given him all those months ago. A promise, a promise to teach him, to make him better. But now he was gone...
Xion... Shion would need to find her, tell her, tell her she had lost another friend, another part of her makeshift family gone.
And Elena... She had lost her husband... they hadn't even been married a month. And now he was gone.
Anger blazed in him, he reached out to grab the EMR and stood up, he should have learned by now that lashing out at the tower did nothing. But he was too angry, it surged through him and all he could think of was hurting those who had taken Reno from him. Accident or not. Shion didn't care.
Setting: Room 2-12 (and starting in the Graveyard for Xion)
Format: Either
Summary: The kids discover their mentor is gone.
Warnings: Grief, anger, beserkness
Shion had left early as usual to go to work in the library, he had only been there about an hour when he realised he had left his notes in his room. So when he had a free moment he went to go and fetch them.
He realised something was wrong the moment he walked into the room. The corner of the room where Reno lived was... too neat. The bed was made- something that usually only happened when Shion made it. He frowned, an uneasy feeling. Had Reno gone again? He had only just came back...
He went over to the trunk and opened it...
It was empty. Shion stepped back as the world fell down around him. He couldn't be gone... He just...
He flung the door open, breathing breathing... Shion, Ienzo, Ken Hidaka... Three names...
Numb cold spread up him as he stepped back into the room. He was gone. Really gone.
Shion walked numbly over to his own trunk, opening it. He stared at the contents, on top of his own things were a selection of Reno's that looked like they had just been dumped in the top. He pulled them out and put them on his bed, clothes mostly, his journal. The air seemed to buzz around him, Shion didn't know what he was feeling, what he was thinking. His mind was screaming but it seemed cut off as he calmly folded the clothes and sorted through the items.
He picked up the wallet to move it and a couple of photos fell out, he picked them up. Reno, a younger Reno, Elena, others that Shion didn't know, smiling happy faces.
Anger blazed in him, that this place would bring Reno here, destroyed world or not, bring him to this place of suffering and then just as he had found some fragment of happiness, gotten married, accepted life here, to rip him away, to lose him.
Shion gripped at the sheet of his bed, his hand coming up to grip the pin Reno had given him all those months ago. A promise, a promise to teach him, to make him better. But now he was gone...
Xion... Shion would need to find her, tell her, tell her she had lost another friend, another part of her makeshift family gone.
And Elena... She had lost her husband... they hadn't even been married a month. And now he was gone.
Anger blazed in him, he reached out to grab the EMR and stood up, he should have learned by now that lashing out at the tower did nothing. But he was too angry, it surged through him and all he could think of was hurting those who had taken Reno from him. Accident or not. Shion didn't care.
Oh....the sads.
She hoped. Gaia knows she had no idea just what strength the Admins had at their disposal.]
...He should be around here somewhere...
[He being, of course, the less than 1 month old husband. They had finally agreed on a time when he would start teaching her some of those interesting new moves he used against her to help vent his frustrations. He had said to meet her outside his room, and so to his room she headed, fingers clenching and unclenching, knuckles cracking, in eager excitement. It was about damn time she picked up a few new moves.]
/sets after xion and shion talk
Mostly.
He opened the door... to find that Elena had found them first. He just stared at her, he had been expecting more time to work out what to say...]
/ayup
Hey, Shion! [Offering a warm, excited smile, she lowered her hand, eyes scanning the open area of the room behind him.] Reno in there? He said to meet him here...
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What - did he go ahead without me? I'm not even close to running late.
[Her Turk sense started tingling the moment his shook his head, turning back at Xion who, in her quick sweep, she'd glanced over - the girl's presence in the room expected. Her eyes then moved back to Shion, the corners of her mouth - upturned from her smile - slowly falling. A knot, heavy and awkward, began to manifest itself in the pit of her stomach.]
Shion.... Where's Reno?
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[No. Nononononononononononono. NO. Hands moved to take the wallet, the accessory a familiar weight in her hands. She didn't need to open it to know who it belonged to, to know the pictures within, the amount of gil he'd had on his person. There had to be some mistake. Reno had a bit of a habit of wandering off, disappearing for a short period of time. He'd just come back after a few weeks. Surely this time too...
"Check the doors, babe."
Obeying the order issued to her, his voice clear and crisp in her head, eyes moved to the list, going down the first, second, and third. No fourth. No Reno. No name plate. Nothing. He was gone. Truly gone this time. Just like the Rusty. Just like Cloud. They were all gone.
Her mouth moved, forming words that found no voice, before shutting again. Knuckles of her hands whitened from the sheer grip she exerted on the wallet in her hands. Only after a pain started to ache in her fingers did she loosen her hold.]
.....I see.
[It was for the best that Shion and Xion were there, their presence demanding that she retain her senses. It would do none of them any good to display her grief visibly, to do what would be an acceptable form of mourning for the loss of someone so dear to her. But she couldn't - wouldn't - lose that calm, almost accepting demeanor. One crack, that's all it would take, and then the floodgates would be destroyed.]
I... I think I need to sit down. D-do you mind if I keep this? [At this she lifted the wallet.]