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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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Upon hearing what Dax had done, for a second Gandalf would look hopeful and satisfied-- But this wouldn't last any longer than that. He would then nod silently, thoughtful. ]
Of course... Dax had to know facing Ruana may result in his demise and he trusted you with his hopes, with his legacy.
[ He paused. This was indeed the most important thing so far, but more than ever now caution would be advised. He looked at the princess, still speaking with a gentle voice. ]
I can only assume what has been burnt is this very note.
no subject
It instructed me to do so. We cannot speak of this or the information on the network, nor near the worker or retrieval units. He said the bathrooms and sauna are safest, but so long as we are quiet and away from the walls, we should be safe.
[She's way ahead of you on the caution front, Wizard. She definitely won't be using the network any time soon.]