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proteusmoon) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-24 05:13 am
003. ☾ Seasons
Characters: [AU1] Cecil Harvey (proteusmoon) ; open like a 7-11!
Setting: Various!
Format: Prose to start with, but if you prefer brackets, that's perfectly fine.
Summary: Catch-all events post for Cecil! This includes the Like A Lion mod event and the Deadman Wonderland player plot. Backdated for the appropriate seasonal times, of course.
Warnings: Cecil has been infected by the Nameless Worm, part of Wretched Egg's doing, making her a Deadman now. This means she can control her blood outside of her body. If that squicks you, I suggest summer or autumn since she won't be using her Branch of Sin in either scenarios. Speaking of, her Branch of Sin is full-body armor, which takes the shape of her Dark Knight armor from her canon. (Pretend it's less obviously masculine and red, heh.)
Spring: Floor 43
The jail was dark and dank, and Cecil couldn't genuinely tell if the lack of light was due to the bizarre rain that poured down throughout the Tower, or if this floor had always been like this. She had never been to this level before, but she'd received a notice the other day that she'd been chosen to work as a jailer on it and while she loathed doing anything for the administrators, if the choice was between obeying and disobeying, and thus possibly causing the suffering of her fellow "refugees", then she would obey.
And so obey she had. In the darkness though, she could barely see anything in front of her as she walked from one cellblock to the next, armed with her sword and shield. She was afraid, but she was more afraid of what the consequences would be if she refused to fulfill her duties, so she soldiered on, shaking her worries from her mind and continuing onward. From what she had seen so far of this prison floor, however, there were no prisoners...
An evil little sound caught her attention to her left and Cecil froze in step. She listened carefully and let her instincts take over. She heard the creature in the black turn hostile before it ever got close and she raised her shield to deflect its attack. The monster screeched in pain as she bashed it away, but while she was so focused on the one in front of her, she did not realize that this was an ambush until she felt a flurry of whips lash at her back. Cecil screamed, both in surprise and pain, and the attack dropped her to a knee where she remained with her eyes squeezed shut tightly.
Before she opened them, she felt the familiar thrum of rainfall on armor and knew it was impossible immediately. She had no armor and upon opening her eyes, she only felt more confused, for she felt warmth and her vision was limited, as though obstructed by a helm. She had no time to ponder further though, for the monsters attacking weren't finished and Cecil reflexively lunged, swinging her sword in a a wide arc. She felt the satisfying sensation of resistance giving way beneath as her blade cut through monster flesh and she heard the death cries of the creatures she'd taken down. Convinced it was over, she thought to remove her helm and instead found it instantly retracted.
Even in the dark, Cecil could see the blood this close to her face. She would recognize the form it took now as it shimmered in the dim lighting over her body like a second skin anywhere, at any time, regardless of how many years had passed, regardless of how many oaths to protect she had taken.
And she was devastated to realize the Dark Knight had never truly left her.
Summer: Dormitories
Cecil hated summer. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true; she actually did not particularly mind the warmer seasons, but the Tower's version of summer to her consisted of temperatures and dangerous repercussions that were only fitting for a desert— a rather life-threatening one back home on the Blue Planet that often claimed victims for itself. The experience of having crossed that desert a few times paled in comparison to this in some ways, but in others had been more difficult. Cecil had opted not to try wearing her gambeson and breeches in this heat, choosing instead the modest dress that had been in her trunk since it was very lightweight and comparatively cooler on her than the thick, padded gambeson. She wore no boots either and stayed wandering the dormitories, using her white magic where she could to heal those suffering from heat illnesses. She would run out of her mana eventually and require rest to recover, but while the high temperature only strained her instead of completely rendering her incapable of doing anything, she could not just stand by idly and do nothing at all.
Autumn: Floor 38
Autumn was perhaps the paladin's favorite time of year and so far, this had remained true inside Tower Animus. Nothing had seemed particularly lethal just yet, but the copious amounts of leaves falling throughout the floors was... extremely inconvenient. She could push one pile of the leaves aside and clear a path only to turn around and find another was well on its way to dwarfing the first. It wasn't long before they'd crowded her out of her dormitory and Cecil had had no choice but to relocate.
The lounge was one of the floors she hadn't visited before, but once she stepped out onto it, she decided rather quickly that it was one of the few she did not mind. The furniture combined with the huge mounds of leaves reminded her a lot of childhood days long lost when she and her friends would play amongst the various piles raked together. She smiled to herself, remembering, though her heart grew heavy from missing those times and her loved ones. Still, perhaps in memory of them — and because she seemed alone on the floor so far — the white knight approached one of the small hills and fell backwards into it, staring up out the glass walls at the sky outside the Tower.
Winter: Floor 86
The fae had managed to maintain the warmth of summer in their meadow longer than most of the other unique climate floors. Cecil had discovered this by accident, but she quickly learned that even the fairies in their wisdom and knowledge of magic and nature were not invincible to the malice of the Tower. They, too, seemed victims as much as the imprisoned and it almost made Cecil sad to see the lovely flowers and long, lush green grass freeze over. The blizzard as it descended blew many of the leaves leftover from autumn far from her, but she'd been able to keep just enough to pack a sort of makeshift blanket of them over her where she had dug a hole within the snow to spare her from the chilling wind.
The leaves had all lost their bright, beautiful reds and fading greens because of the cold, and nothing was left but dry yellows and pale browns. Cecil huddled amongst their corpses desperately, knowing she could not survive the trip back to the dormitories and accepting that sooner or later, she would probably die here. The new ability she had garnered somehow to cover her body in armor could probably save her for a while longer, since it encased her in a manner very much like her actual armor had, but Cecil could not bring herself to wear it, not even if it meant saving her. Since she'd discovered it during the rains, she'd felt a special sort of damned, for who else could convince themselves that they had changed when all along the black little secret remained dormant deep within them?
No, she would not. She would live as a paladin or die as nothing. She supposed it was the most she could hope for that she had been able to survive for so long, especially after the horrors of last month. It's not permanent... It is transient... she told herself, but somehow it was not as comforting a thought as she had prayed it would be.
proteusmoon) ; open like a 7-11!Setting: Various!
Format: Prose to start with, but if you prefer brackets, that's perfectly fine.
Summary: Catch-all events post for Cecil! This includes the Like A Lion mod event and the Deadman Wonderland player plot. Backdated for the appropriate seasonal times, of course.
Warnings: Cecil has been infected by the Nameless Worm, part of Wretched Egg's doing, making her a Deadman now. This means she can control her blood outside of her body. If that squicks you, I suggest summer or autumn since she won't be using her Branch of Sin in either scenarios. Speaking of, her Branch of Sin is full-body armor, which takes the shape of her Dark Knight armor from her canon. (Pretend it's less obviously masculine and red, heh.)
Spring: Floor 43
The jail was dark and dank, and Cecil couldn't genuinely tell if the lack of light was due to the bizarre rain that poured down throughout the Tower, or if this floor had always been like this. She had never been to this level before, but she'd received a notice the other day that she'd been chosen to work as a jailer on it and while she loathed doing anything for the administrators, if the choice was between obeying and disobeying, and thus possibly causing the suffering of her fellow "refugees", then she would obey.
And so obey she had. In the darkness though, she could barely see anything in front of her as she walked from one cellblock to the next, armed with her sword and shield. She was afraid, but she was more afraid of what the consequences would be if she refused to fulfill her duties, so she soldiered on, shaking her worries from her mind and continuing onward. From what she had seen so far of this prison floor, however, there were no prisoners...
An evil little sound caught her attention to her left and Cecil froze in step. She listened carefully and let her instincts take over. She heard the creature in the black turn hostile before it ever got close and she raised her shield to deflect its attack. The monster screeched in pain as she bashed it away, but while she was so focused on the one in front of her, she did not realize that this was an ambush until she felt a flurry of whips lash at her back. Cecil screamed, both in surprise and pain, and the attack dropped her to a knee where she remained with her eyes squeezed shut tightly.
Before she opened them, she felt the familiar thrum of rainfall on armor and knew it was impossible immediately. She had no armor and upon opening her eyes, she only felt more confused, for she felt warmth and her vision was limited, as though obstructed by a helm. She had no time to ponder further though, for the monsters attacking weren't finished and Cecil reflexively lunged, swinging her sword in a a wide arc. She felt the satisfying sensation of resistance giving way beneath as her blade cut through monster flesh and she heard the death cries of the creatures she'd taken down. Convinced it was over, she thought to remove her helm and instead found it instantly retracted.
Even in the dark, Cecil could see the blood this close to her face. She would recognize the form it took now as it shimmered in the dim lighting over her body like a second skin anywhere, at any time, regardless of how many years had passed, regardless of how many oaths to protect she had taken.
And she was devastated to realize the Dark Knight had never truly left her.
Summer: Dormitories
Cecil hated summer. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true; she actually did not particularly mind the warmer seasons, but the Tower's version of summer to her consisted of temperatures and dangerous repercussions that were only fitting for a desert— a rather life-threatening one back home on the Blue Planet that often claimed victims for itself. The experience of having crossed that desert a few times paled in comparison to this in some ways, but in others had been more difficult. Cecil had opted not to try wearing her gambeson and breeches in this heat, choosing instead the modest dress that had been in her trunk since it was very lightweight and comparatively cooler on her than the thick, padded gambeson. She wore no boots either and stayed wandering the dormitories, using her white magic where she could to heal those suffering from heat illnesses. She would run out of her mana eventually and require rest to recover, but while the high temperature only strained her instead of completely rendering her incapable of doing anything, she could not just stand by idly and do nothing at all.
Autumn: Floor 38
Autumn was perhaps the paladin's favorite time of year and so far, this had remained true inside Tower Animus. Nothing had seemed particularly lethal just yet, but the copious amounts of leaves falling throughout the floors was... extremely inconvenient. She could push one pile of the leaves aside and clear a path only to turn around and find another was well on its way to dwarfing the first. It wasn't long before they'd crowded her out of her dormitory and Cecil had had no choice but to relocate.
The lounge was one of the floors she hadn't visited before, but once she stepped out onto it, she decided rather quickly that it was one of the few she did not mind. The furniture combined with the huge mounds of leaves reminded her a lot of childhood days long lost when she and her friends would play amongst the various piles raked together. She smiled to herself, remembering, though her heart grew heavy from missing those times and her loved ones. Still, perhaps in memory of them — and because she seemed alone on the floor so far — the white knight approached one of the small hills and fell backwards into it, staring up out the glass walls at the sky outside the Tower.
Winter: Floor 86
The fae had managed to maintain the warmth of summer in their meadow longer than most of the other unique climate floors. Cecil had discovered this by accident, but she quickly learned that even the fairies in their wisdom and knowledge of magic and nature were not invincible to the malice of the Tower. They, too, seemed victims as much as the imprisoned and it almost made Cecil sad to see the lovely flowers and long, lush green grass freeze over. The blizzard as it descended blew many of the leaves leftover from autumn far from her, but she'd been able to keep just enough to pack a sort of makeshift blanket of them over her where she had dug a hole within the snow to spare her from the chilling wind.
The leaves had all lost their bright, beautiful reds and fading greens because of the cold, and nothing was left but dry yellows and pale browns. Cecil huddled amongst their corpses desperately, knowing she could not survive the trip back to the dormitories and accepting that sooner or later, she would probably die here. The new ability she had garnered somehow to cover her body in armor could probably save her for a while longer, since it encased her in a manner very much like her actual armor had, but Cecil could not bring herself to wear it, not even if it meant saving her. Since she'd discovered it during the rains, she'd felt a special sort of damned, for who else could convince themselves that they had changed when all along the black little secret remained dormant deep within them?
No, she would not. She would live as a paladin or die as nothing. She supposed it was the most she could hope for that she had been able to survive for so long, especially after the horrors of last month. It's not permanent... It is transient... she told herself, but somehow it was not as comforting a thought as she had prayed it would be.
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She notices Cecil's surprised expression. She gently raises a hand to touch her own face.
"I've just aged gracefully."
Between using magic to fix her looks and easy living as a whole, Sola-ui looked younger than her actual age.
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"I hope to age as gracefully as you," she says truthfully. "I think many would."
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"Indeed. The key is to lead a graceful life."
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"Is he the only child you have?"
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She beams with pride and love as she speaks of them. Or, well, as much as her calm exterior would let her beam.