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towerofanimus2013-02-28 01:43 am
sageprincess) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-28 01:43 am
Nocturne, Second Movement ♪ Mourning
Characters: One distraught Princess of Hyrule and you.
Setting: Floor 25, morning of the 28th
Format: Action, but can switch to prose if you'd like
Summary: Zelda received a letter.
Warnings: Mentions of NPC death, so much angst, slowness on tags because of school
[Zelda,
She's read it a thousand times by now - her name in so neat, so precise script.
If you have received this, then I am dead. I can't be sure if you have all been made aware of it yet. You expressed a desire to help me, and I did appreciate that offer. I have gathered information about this place and sought to act to put a stop to everything myself, but apparently I have failed.
It was him. It was all him. The elevator being open, the worker units with damaged collars assisting them once in the administrative levels, the meeting that had kept the rest of them distracted long enough for her and the others to find the truth... It was all him. And now he has paid the ultimate price for his rebellion, the ultimate sacrifice for trying to truly save them.
I have placed this information somewhere safe in the administrative levels. Do not be hasty, but at some point please act to find this information. It will be within places only I can access, and has security as a necessity, to keep the others out, so please be careful and do not act alone.
And he knew. If nothing else, this letter proves that. He knew what the consequences of his actions would likely be, and he still fought for them, still died for them. People who never trusted him, never realized what an ally they had in him. Even now, in death, he's trying to help them.
Burn this letter, but please spread the information around. Do not use the network to pass this information on, speak of it only in person and never within range of any of the worker or retrieval units. The bathrooms and sauna levels are the safest, but as long as you are quiet and not too near the walls you should be safe.
That is why Zelda sits here, in the center of the meadow, far away from any walls that might watch her. That is why she huddles protectively around the letter, keeping it hidden from prying eyes. That is why she cries, openly, visibly, for she needs to grieve before she can get to work.
Thank you for your offer of help. I regret I was not able to help all of you.
She holds the tear-stained paper out before her, etching his words in stone in her mind and soul.
Regards,
Between her thumb and forefinger, a flame begins to catch, licking at too-neat, too-precise script. Then, in an instant, it bursts into a spark of divine flame, and nothing remains of Dax's will but a few wisps of nigh-invisible smoke. And Zelda.]
Thank you... Dax...
[It was him. It was all him.
And she must mourn before she can enact his will.]
Setting: Floor 25, morning of the 28th
Format: Action, but can switch to prose if you'd like
Summary: Zelda received a letter.
Warnings: Mentions of NPC death, so much angst, slowness on tags because of school
[Zelda,
She's read it a thousand times by now - her name in so neat, so precise script.
If you have received this, then I am dead. I can't be sure if you have all been made aware of it yet. You expressed a desire to help me, and I did appreciate that offer. I have gathered information about this place and sought to act to put a stop to everything myself, but apparently I have failed.
It was him. It was all him. The elevator being open, the worker units with damaged collars assisting them once in the administrative levels, the meeting that had kept the rest of them distracted long enough for her and the others to find the truth... It was all him. And now he has paid the ultimate price for his rebellion, the ultimate sacrifice for trying to truly save them.
I have placed this information somewhere safe in the administrative levels. Do not be hasty, but at some point please act to find this information. It will be within places only I can access, and has security as a necessity, to keep the others out, so please be careful and do not act alone.
And he knew. If nothing else, this letter proves that. He knew what the consequences of his actions would likely be, and he still fought for them, still died for them. People who never trusted him, never realized what an ally they had in him. Even now, in death, he's trying to help them.
Burn this letter, but please spread the information around. Do not use the network to pass this information on, speak of it only in person and never within range of any of the worker or retrieval units. The bathrooms and sauna levels are the safest, but as long as you are quiet and not too near the walls you should be safe.
That is why Zelda sits here, in the center of the meadow, far away from any walls that might watch her. That is why she huddles protectively around the letter, keeping it hidden from prying eyes. That is why she cries, openly, visibly, for she needs to grieve before she can get to work.
Thank you for your offer of help. I regret I was not able to help all of you.
She holds the tear-stained paper out before her, etching his words in stone in her mind and soul.
Regards,
Between her thumb and forefinger, a flame begins to catch, licking at too-neat, too-precise script. Then, in an instant, it bursts into a spark of divine flame, and nothing remains of Dax's will but a few wisps of nigh-invisible smoke. And Zelda.]
Thank you... Dax...
[It was him. It was all him.
And she must mourn before she can enact his will.]
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He... said he had been collecting information on the Tower, and that he had kept it hidden so it would remain secret from the others.
... He wanted me to retrieve it and spread it among the people here.
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I do hope you realize that I won't let you go about retrieving this information alone. Just tell me when you wish to follow through with his request, and I will be there at your side.
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Even if you would, he says not to go alone. So... it would seem you do not have much choice in the matter, either.
[Haha, look, she made a funny.]
... I need to think, first of all. It is likely we will only get one chance at finding it before the other administrators find out about it, so we have to make it count.
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[Jeanne chuckles. Ah, it's good to be able to put a smile back on her friend's face... it seems to hold off the heavy weight of the direction their conversation is leading them a bit.]
We would, of course, have to avoid doing this during a time when Ruana is in control. You know the patterns better than I... do you have any idea when would be the right time to strike?
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Hm... March was meant to be Dax's month - I suppose it will depend on how they handle his absence. Regardless, Ruana might still be awake, and the letter explicitly said not to be hasty.
[So, probably not going to go for it next month. They need time to plan, besides.]
Jason is said to always follow after Dax, and then I presume it would be Riki's turn before it cycles back to Ruana. From what I understand, Riki is in charge of the Tower's security and structure, while Jason is obviously more medically and scientifically inclined.
... As counter-intuitive as it might be, I think our best chance would be to strike during a Jason month.
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We would have to plan extra carefully, then. If we were to be caught while Jason is in charge... [No. She's not going to think about that. She shakes her head to rid herself of those thoughts, and her smile returns.]
But I won't let that happen. You have my word that I will do whatever I can to help this mission succeed.
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[Her confession is quiet, almost as though she holds some amount of shame with the memory.]
It was during one of his experiments, so... he seemed more annoyed that we were interrupting than anything. Then he pulled out a device, pressed a few buttons, and we simply... dropped, one by one.
It was... quick, at least. But still not an experience I would like to repeat. [Her eyes narrow in thought.] There must be some way to distract him...
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Before we think of a distraction, you said he seemed upset that you interrupted his experiment. That means that whatever we can think of should happen early in the month, yes? I've noticed that experiments tend to happen towards the middle, so we can avoid his wrath over spoiling his fun at the very least.
[Probably won't mean much difference if they get caught, but hey. Every little thought counts.]
Perhaps... we should split whatever team we can gather in two. One to cause a distraction, and one to close in on the information we seek.
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... Going for it early does make sense, and there is the possibility that he could be busy setting up whatever he has in store for us.
[Every little thought - every little precaution - definitely counts when the stakes are this high.]
When we were down there before, the group I was with remained unseen despite being in the same room as Jason because another group lashed out against him when they found him. ... I do not like the idea of using scapegoats, but it would help in ensuring those that would get the information would not be caught...
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But we have few options available to us. We can try to think of other plans of action, but we must also keep in mind that it is a great possibility that this is, unfortunately, the one that will bring us the greatest chance of success.