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towerofanimus2013-02-28 12:00 pm
true_noir) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-28 12:00 pm
Entry tags:
Checking In (Closed)
Characters: Chloe and Kirika
Setting: Kirika's assigned Room
Format: Action-spam unless Kirika wants prose
Summary: The interlopers she had gone to ground to avoid were gone, and the tower settled to something bordering on stability. It was time to verify if something had been taken away or not.
Warnings: Creepy talk, but likely nothing serious.
[Feferi's post had been revelatory. Chloe had spent the last weeks going to ground, avoiding strange sensations, stranger places and occasionally disappearing to handle odd jobs. She'd done what she could to stay off the radar and away from the strangers en masse in the tower. Too much newness was ... problematic.
However, things were calmer to an extent. And, in the wake of the latest two posts to the network and Feferi's words, it seemed prudent to check on something. Nothing in what Feferi had said phased her. None of this changed anything. She was dead in her world, and quite certain Altena was dead as well. Kirika, or a Kirika at least, was here. All of the cosmos could burn with those truths known. Perhaps a few from Atia would have been ... desirable to see again, but given what she saw, she was not sure that the island was not still intact, bound to another of these squabbling, bickering godlings with delusions of 'helping.'
Was her world destroyed as Nyarlathotep's banter hinted? She didn't know, and it did not matter. Perhaps opposing these administrators would be good and helpful, but likely not for now. In the meantime, she wanted to verify only one thing as she rapped gently at the doorframe near Kirika's assigned room.
Was she still here?]
Setting: Kirika's assigned Room
Format: Action-spam unless Kirika wants prose
Summary: The interlopers she had gone to ground to avoid were gone, and the tower settled to something bordering on stability. It was time to verify if something had been taken away or not.
Warnings: Creepy talk, but likely nothing serious.
[Feferi's post had been revelatory. Chloe had spent the last weeks going to ground, avoiding strange sensations, stranger places and occasionally disappearing to handle odd jobs. She'd done what she could to stay off the radar and away from the strangers en masse in the tower. Too much newness was ... problematic.
However, things were calmer to an extent. And, in the wake of the latest two posts to the network and Feferi's words, it seemed prudent to check on something. Nothing in what Feferi had said phased her. None of this changed anything. She was dead in her world, and quite certain Altena was dead as well. Kirika, or a Kirika at least, was here. All of the cosmos could burn with those truths known. Perhaps a few from Atia would have been ... desirable to see again, but given what she saw, she was not sure that the island was not still intact, bound to another of these squabbling, bickering godlings with delusions of 'helping.'
Was her world destroyed as Nyarlathotep's banter hinted? She didn't know, and it did not matter. Perhaps opposing these administrators would be good and helpful, but likely not for now. In the meantime, she wanted to verify only one thing as she rapped gently at the doorframe near Kirika's assigned room.
Was she still here?]
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Hei...
Mentioned termination.
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I was terminated.
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[She leaned back and looked up at the roof of the room.]
I do not think I can forgive your creators, even if I am... glad to see you again.
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Even if I am a copy, I always wanted to meet you, and I finally did. [She looked up.] And the people who brought you back before?
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A goddess of sex and her kin. I came to serve the master of the dead there. We were ... toys to them, though their games were different than those here.
I... wanted to see you as well, though I confess that I have not always wanted to for reasons you might consider kind. I... do not like to share, Kirika. You should know this.
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[Referring to both. Although she had an idea, she had to ask.]
How different? Did you had a choice?
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But no, we did not always have a choice. Sometimes it was aphrodisiacs, the sort of thing that could be avoided. Sometimes she altered our memories.
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Sympathy? For me? ...that really is touching. Honestly, for all the bluster it was not so bad as long as my mind was my own, though there were...
[She shuddered, and her eyes widened, a memory coming back unbidden of the trees... of Demeter. It made her lip curl.]
Most of it was not so bad. It was a little strange to need to, though... to have sex or choke to death. It became addictive.