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towerofanimus2013-04-03 10:05 pm
seekinganswers) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-03 10:05 pm
008 ♃ the sky is red tonight, we're on the edge tonight
Characters: Sheba and you!
Setting: The cafeteria, the desert, and the lounge on the 81st floor.
Format: Brackets to start but I'll switch to prose if you want to!
Summary: Sheba's spent a little over a week on her destroyed homeworld, and she's still feeling out of sorts. She would be back just in time for a Jason month, wouldn't she?
Warnings: Sheba has a tendency to try to read the minds of people she doesn't know well, though it's up to you if it's successful or not. The likelihood of her trying it is way up since she's sort of on edge right now.
[Floor 01 - The Cafeteria]
[The line for food is shorter than usual, Sheba notes. And the cafeteria is emptier. It's comforting and terrifying at the same time, but she tries to dismiss the feeling of unease - there are still people here, just less of them, it's not like the ruins of Weyard - and makes her way to the front to get something to eat.
When she gets there and sees what the meal options are, she raises an eyebrow.
Suddenly she understands why the place wasn't very crowded.]
...is this some kind of joke?
[Floor 64 - The Desert]
[She's sitting down not too far from the stairs, idly tracing out designs and then directing the wind to wipe them away with a flick of her wrist. It's hot and mildly uncomfortable, yes, but it's also nostalgic in a way. Lalivero was almost as close to the desert as it was to the ocean, and in the days before monsters and windstorms had run rampant in the desert she'd gone there often.
When she closes her eyes, she can almost believe she's back home again - really home, not the empty shell of her world. She can feel the sand beneath her fingers, can feel the warmth of the sun at her back, and she can't see the staircase that indicates that this is no natural desert.
Another flick of her wrist, and this time a small whirlwind begins to form in front of her. It only comes up to about her waist, and she's definitely keeping it under control, but there's something about it that makes her smile.
Maybe this floor wasn't so bad after all. She waves her hand with a giggle and the whirlwind nearly doubles in size - anyone on the stairs might have wind, dirt, or both to contend with as they pass through or even stop.]
[Floor 81 - The Stratosphere Lounge]
[It's getting late, and Sheba knows she should probably start heading back up to her room before a monster finds her or something, but she's plenty comfortable where she is - curled up and resting on the glass bulge that allows them to see out beyond the Tower's walls.
The stars are breathtaking, but it's the fog that really catches her attention. She can't help but wonder what's under it - what's out there. Is it really so terrible there that being confined to the Tower would be preferable to it? She just doesn't know, and try as she might she can't see anything to help her make up her mind one way or another.
It's relaxing to just look at the fog, though her thoughts do start to stray - and that's not really something she wants. With a heavy sigh, she turns her head away from the ground far below them and looks up at the stars.]
So they're beautiful here too...
Setting: The cafeteria, the desert, and the lounge on the 81st floor.
Format: Brackets to start but I'll switch to prose if you want to!
Summary: Sheba's spent a little over a week on her destroyed homeworld, and she's still feeling out of sorts. She would be back just in time for a Jason month, wouldn't she?
Warnings: Sheba has a tendency to try to read the minds of people she doesn't know well, though it's up to you if it's successful or not. The likelihood of her trying it is way up since she's sort of on edge right now.
[Floor 01 - The Cafeteria]
[The line for food is shorter than usual, Sheba notes. And the cafeteria is emptier. It's comforting and terrifying at the same time, but she tries to dismiss the feeling of unease - there are still people here, just less of them, it's not like the ruins of Weyard - and makes her way to the front to get something to eat.
When she gets there and sees what the meal options are, she raises an eyebrow.
Suddenly she understands why the place wasn't very crowded.]
...is this some kind of joke?
[Floor 64 - The Desert]
[She's sitting down not too far from the stairs, idly tracing out designs and then directing the wind to wipe them away with a flick of her wrist. It's hot and mildly uncomfortable, yes, but it's also nostalgic in a way. Lalivero was almost as close to the desert as it was to the ocean, and in the days before monsters and windstorms had run rampant in the desert she'd gone there often.
When she closes her eyes, she can almost believe she's back home again - really home, not the empty shell of her world. She can feel the sand beneath her fingers, can feel the warmth of the sun at her back, and she can't see the staircase that indicates that this is no natural desert.
Another flick of her wrist, and this time a small whirlwind begins to form in front of her. It only comes up to about her waist, and she's definitely keeping it under control, but there's something about it that makes her smile.
Maybe this floor wasn't so bad after all. She waves her hand with a giggle and the whirlwind nearly doubles in size - anyone on the stairs might have wind, dirt, or both to contend with as they pass through or even stop.]
[Floor 81 - The Stratosphere Lounge]
[It's getting late, and Sheba knows she should probably start heading back up to her room before a monster finds her or something, but she's plenty comfortable where she is - curled up and resting on the glass bulge that allows them to see out beyond the Tower's walls.
The stars are breathtaking, but it's the fog that really catches her attention. She can't help but wonder what's under it - what's out there. Is it really so terrible there that being confined to the Tower would be preferable to it? She just doesn't know, and try as she might she can't see anything to help her make up her mind one way or another.
It's relaxing to just look at the fog, though her thoughts do start to stray - and that's not really something she wants. With a heavy sigh, she turns her head away from the ground far below them and looks up at the stars.]
So they're beautiful here too...
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The protest dies on her lips before the first sound is even halfway out, and she shifts her weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable and still shaking from the shock of peering into his mind.]
...I apologize. It was wrong of me to do that.
[She's curious about what all those memories were, but she's not going to pursue it. Not now. From what he's said she can sort of make a guess, anyway.]
All I can really say is that in a place like this it usually makes it easier to keep from being misled. Clearly, though, I shouldn't have used it on you.
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[Naoya pinches the bridge of his nose, attempting to fight off his migraine.]
Yes. Well. Now you know. Not everyone here is as they seem.
[And now the seriously uncomfortable part.]
... I assume you have questions about you saw, then?
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[Was it that obvious? Probably, she decided.]
But I wasn't planning to ask them. I've been invasive enough for one day, haven't I?
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How many lives have you lived? It seemed like there was a lot, and I was only seeing those things for a few moments...
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[Translation: bring it, Jason.]
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You can't forget anything at all? [She blinks. Thousands of years, and he forgets nothing - fifteen years, and she forgets quite a bit. It's sort of difficult to wrap her mind around.] That must be really useful for getting around here.
At least there are some good parts of it, then.
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[He shakes his head at her question.]
It causes... difficulties, as you may have felt.
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[That just made it even worse. Weren't gods meant to protect their people, to teach children and nurture them as they grew? Granted, the closest thing her world had to a god was a raging douchecanoe in her opinion, so somehow she's not really surprised.]
...I can't imagine how you've managed it all. You must be incredibly strong.
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[He shakes his head.]
Honestly, it's less strength and more persistence. Some might call it a fanatical drive to destroy God, but it ends up the same. And I can't forget anyway - no matter how many psychotic breaks I have - so it's useless to even try to escape that way.
The only solution is to kill God. Every attempt I've tried to simply destroy my soul has failed, so I can't get out that way, either.
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[She doesn't think it's impossible - just difficult. Anything can be killed when you find the right method, she thinks. (For the sake of her own sanity, she's ignoring the situation here in the Tower. It's just an exception, not the rule.)
It might simply depend on what He was the god of. Look at that, and then take the opposite, and it should be easy enough... like reversing elemental affinities on Weyard. But that seems almost too simple.
Her brow furrows as she considers it.]
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[He grins slightly.]
And also my cousin.
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[She thinks, anyway. Family was supposed to stick by family; so if the King of Bel was a relative of Naoya's, then surely it was only a matter of time before God was overthrown.]
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[She looks totally and utterly perplexed.]
But he's your cousin. Shouldn't he have been on your side...? Family is important.
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[Naoya starts shaking a little, and his whole body tenses.]
No... it didn't matter! It didn't matter to him that I was an example, and so was he! It didn't matter to him that I was the one who was set up to be reviled, and he was set up to be used as a symbol of purity!
[His voice, which had been rising in volume, suddenly drops. He stops shaking, and his tone is absolutely frigid.]
No. It didn't matter that I was to be forever cast as the villain. That in picture, word, and verse, I was to be the one that was painted as evil. I'm not. I'm not.
[His voice cracks a bit.]
I've been 'given' all of this time. I was supposed to reflect on my sin. I've reflected. I will not beg forgiveness from God. He wouldn't take it anyway, since I am His precious example. He is the one who stoked the desire to kill in me. It's His fault.
and then I was horrendously late.. I'm so sorry
[The intensity of his reaction surprises her, though perhaps after the things she'd seen in his mind - however briefly it was - she should have expected it. She can't really do much more than look on in concern. She doesn't know him well enough to say or do anything to help, and her usual method of helping strangers - peeking into their minds to see what it is they need to hear - simply won't work here.
...it would be a lie to say that what she hears about this God doesn't enrage her. She can't imagine how Naoya's gone on for so long, being held up as an example for someone like that.]
You're not evil. [It's repetitive - he's said it already, but she agrees with him, and she wants him to know that.] You're not. What's evil is a being calling Himself a God, a protector - and then being so needlessly cruel just to make Himself look good. If He can't make His point without manipulating others into doing the very thing that He is going to be condemning, then He is at fault and more people should be aware of that before they continue to be deceived by Him...
You shouldn't be the one to suffer, not for His sake. Not for anyone's.
It's fine, I've been delayed on tags lately anyway.