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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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[She pulls a face and snags one of the nutrition bars, holding it up to examine it.]
I bet that's just his excuse for not being creative enough to come up with an actual menu. The more I hear about this jerk, the less I like him.
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Trust me, you'll just hate him more and more. It's kind of a tradition around here.
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[For now, she's going to just have to suck it up and eat the nutrition bars when she can't go hunting; as unappetizing as it looks, it's preferable to wasting away.]
He's really that bad? I've heard stories, but... this is the first month he's been in charge since I arrived. I'm not completely sure what I should be expecting, just that whatever's going to happen, it'll be unpleasant.
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It's not for the weak of heart. Not that it would really matter anyway. You'll see when it gets to ya-- I doubt you'd believe me if I just told you.
[He also has no interest in giving newbies a crash course on Jason anyway.]
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[Especially when - well - she has a way of confirming whether or not the person saying them believes as well. Since he doesn't seem inclined to speak, but she is curious, she keeps her expression as neutral as possible while making an attempt to hear his thoughts.]
NOW Y'FUCKED UP
[But at that, he promptly cut off, and his face seemed like it reset into a complete blank while he went even paler than before. There were no mental barriers in place or anything-- it seemed like he noticed her trying to read his mind, but on the contrary, if he were normal he wouldn't have even been aware.
Unfortunately, his mind was not normal at all.
His thoughts were pretty mild compared to other people he might speak too; a few moments reminiscing needles and knives, something about chips and data pathways, and a jungle cat? But it was easy to miss that, because there was something else making a racket in there. Something, despite Jin being clearly humanoid, that was decidedly non-human.
And it was nasty-- whispering cruel insults and musing about doom and damnation and issuing gruesome threats of violence. At first, it seemed like these were simply directly at Jin, but a moment later, the voice was keenly aware that there was some sort of intruder, and turned all of its threats on ire on her instead.
get out
there is NO PLACE FOR YOU
OR I SHALL MAKE YOU LEAVE]
What the hell are you--?!
[The voice didn't seem to wait for an answer from either of them, as the overwhelming noise of the voice's anger at this transgression seemed to be making a mental cacophony that transcended past being just loud and annoying, and for Jin at least started causing him physical pain. He recoiled slightly even though there was no physical threat, lowering his head and half-cradling his temples as if he could wrench the voice out through his own head.]
JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY
It's hard enough to keep her expression neutral when she hears the first whispers - what is this? Some sort of very internalized self-loathing, or-- No. It's something else entirely, she learns very quickly. It occurs to her just moments before the malicious voice turns on her, but there's not enough time for her to pull out of his mind before Moros really starts in.]
Augh--
[This is so much like Zo's--
The thought flits across her mind, but it's largely abandoned as the noise grows louder and louder and louder, more deafening. Sheba puts her hands up to cover her ears though she knows that's not going to help. The only thing that can help is stamping down on her Psynergy and easing out of his mind, which is -
Well, it's easier said than done when it's like this.]
I-I'm - I'm sorry... I... [She flinches.] I didn't know... sometimes I... h-hear things, and...
WORST WEEKLY TRADITION EVER
And unfortunately, he didn't really know the ins and outs of her Psynergy crap, and Moros didn't seem to be courteous enough to just back out.]
J-Just-- Shut up and get out--!
[He tried yelling at her, but his own voice just erupted in a scream as it didn't seem to be going fast enough for Moros; in a crack of white light, a giant, mechanical satellite figure seemed to rise out of his head, even though it just sort of manifested out of nowhere.
It wasn't talking anymore, but it was clearly the "body" of the foreign force. And it knew enough to know that Sheba was the problem.
Its parts rotated as its mental-verb tirade continued, with the added touch of a blast of fire appearing as if the air was set on fire, centered right on Sheba.]
LET'S NOT DO IT AGAIN...
[But her efforts are very quickly derailed. She outright gapes as the Persona emerges - how is that possible? If she didn't know better she'd have thought it was a Summon of some kind, but Jin hadn't used any Djinn and he sure didn't look like an Adept, anyway -
But her thoughts don't race fast enough to be finished before the fire is coming right at her.
She screams.
A smart move would be to dodge, though that still ran the risk of some part of her clothing catching fire; a smarter move would be to summon the wind to disperse the flames before they can touch her. Sheba doesn't do either of these things, as her legs are like lead and couldn't move even if she was thinking clearly enough to make them and her Psynergy is tied up with hearing Jin's and Moros' voices - instead, she brings her arms up to cover her face, ducks her head, and clenches her eyes shut. The blistering heat washes over her just as her consciousness vanishes from Jin's mind and she can't hear the thoughts anymore, though the memory of Moros' ire still rings in her ears.
The attack isn't enough to kill her, but it hurts. It hurts really badly, and it'll definitely leave a burn if she doesn't get it treated quickly.
Normally she'd fight back, but Jin isn't a monster and she doesn't want this to escalate any further than it already has. So she backs up, trying to ignore the sting of the burns, and once the flames cease she peeks out from behind her arms just to gauge whether or not Moros might try and attack again. This time, she won't let herself be caught off-guard.]
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God damnit you idiot, move--!!
[He peaked his eyes open, only to see her backing up-- and with enough burns that would probably leave some good scars. Eh. He'd seen worse.
Moros was turning his parts, his volatile speech neverending, and Jin hastily-- and very shakily-- dug into the pockets of his pants trying to find-- something, anything. His pills? Where the fuck were they? He wasn't so stupid to not still be carrying them, was he?
Instead, all he found was his Evoker and a grenade, and his glasses slowly slipping off his face, as Moros called down another attack-- this time a blast of electricity, still aimed towards Sheba, and coming down from ceiling as if it were the sky.]
Just-- get out of here, will you?!
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[But she cuts herself off and looks up as she feels the distinctive crackling of electricity. Not hears, feels, because it's something she's attuned to - the way the elemental energies gather just before a strike. She knows it's coming.
She also knows it won't hurt her as badly as the fire, because lightning is part of her elemental alignment, but still -
Sheba backs up quickly and holds out her hands, gathering Psynergy to herself and anticipating the strike. It's going to hurt, she knows, but maybe she can use the energy somehow. Or - maybe -
The lightning strikes, and it hurts. She grits her teeth and focuses on the energy, and when she looks up to glare at Moros, there's a spark in her eyes. She is not just going to sit down and take this.]
Back off, I'm out of your head already!
[And she'll return that lightning strike with one of her own. She doesn't want to hurt Jin - just Moros - so she's ready to clamp down on the energy and dissipate the strike should it continue down on towards him.]
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Jin however, let out another grunt of pain in time with Moros, falling to one knee and placing one hand on the ground next to him to try and stable himself. God fucking damn it this had happened plenty of times before but every fucking time he was positive that all of this shit was just gonna burn up and rip out his synapses.
It hurt. He was having trouble thinking clearly anymore.]
That doesn't-- [He couldn't even think right enough to finish a sentence properly.] YOU'RE NOT HELPING!
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[No, Sheba, you can't just get rid of a Persona. It's not a monster to be vanquished with a bolt of lightning or a whirlwind or anything else.
She's not able to move as freely as she'd like, with the burns - moving her arms too quickly hurts. The electricity hadn't helped either, though she's well aware that it could have been infinitely worse.
Jin is in pain - though it seems to come from within. That's something she can't help but notice, though at this point she's not sure what she can do about it. She's in pain, too, but this is physical, and that's something she can fix, kind of. A moment passes an an orb of faint purplish-white light emerges from her chest, taking the form of a strangely-shaped silver creature that circles around her twice before vanishing in an explosion of purple sparks. As they settle over her, Sheba breathes deeply; there's a tingling feeling over her skin and while the burns aren't healed, they've at least been numbed.
She's able to force herself to Jin to try and help steady him or help him up without feeling the pain for the moment, though it'll come back to bite her full-force once the numbing wears off.
The Jupiter Djinni Breath has been unleashed and is standing by for summoning!]
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Too many basic questions he couldn't answer anymore.
It's a reflex then, that Jin takes a grip on Sheba's arm with his free hand when she helps him up, his fingers quickly curling into a vice grip as if it could possibly abate the pain, while Moros unleashed another few fire attacks, though a tad more scattered.
He was shaking by now-- not really something he could control. But he's able to at least force some coherence in his mind and words out, if only for a minute.]
Get rid of it.
[He didn't wait for an answer, and didn't give an explanation. Instead, he brought up his opposite hand-- still holding the grade-- near his mouth, wrenching the pin out with his teeth. He wasn't exactly able to hold onto it; it quickly fell out of his teeth, landing on the floor with a small 'clanging' sound.
He hadn't even realized if Sheba was still here, or what she was doing, or-- anything, really. All he knew was that the grenade was in his hand, and Moros was above.
A few more seconds that felt like an eternity, and the grenade blew away its outercasing and exploded-- right in the middle of Jin's palm.]
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The grenade blows, and the force of it send Sheba flying. She hits the nearest wall with a sharp scream which quickly fades out; she'd heard something crack, she's sure of it. But she can't focus on it beyond the haze of pain that is very quickly overtaking her. Even her vision seems hazy - or maybe that's the smoke from the blast? There's no way of knowing.]
Ugh...
[She's faintly aware of the smell of blood, and even more faintly aware of a sort of pooling sensation at her side, her arm... She can't think why, until her eyes rest on something a few feet away -
A hand, and part of an arm. There's a leather band around the wrist that looks very much like hers. She struggles to sit up, struggles to get back to her feet, and then there's a sudden sharp pain at her ribcage, and her shoulders go slack as her eyes slide shut. She sinks down to the ground and doesn't move again.]