Another Loss...

[fusedstars]

Characters: Hei and OPEN
Setting: Graveyard and Gym
When: April 10th
Format: Prose, but I can do either or.
Summary: Hei is dealing with the loss of Elena in his own way.
Rating: angst, punching the punching bag hard, etc.

[Graveyard]

He hoped after the loss of Lucy, he would never have to come here again. Yet as the body count kept rising, or vanishing in this case, he kept coming here. Minako, Amber, Reno, and now even Elena. No one was being spared, and it frustrated Hei. Even more frustrating was that he could not do a single damn thing but this one simple act. Thus he was here, setting flowers on Elena's tombstone.

"I received your note," he spoke, eyes downcast. "Not sure why out of all the people for this, you chose me for it, but...I'll do my best to keep them safe."

There were no tears, simply sadness hidden by the calmness in his voice. It was already hard enough not to just do something though...

[Gym]

And that anger was hardly being held in check. Wearing only a tanktop, body nearly drenched in sweat, he had been working out the rest of the day. Right now, he was punching and kicking the sandbag, blows fast and hard, not letting up and moving near unpredictably. If it were a human body, bones would probably be broken right now.

And it doesn't take long for it to break, Hei's last punch shattering it. Still, if one looked closely, they would see his hand covered with gravel, earth from the materia he used. With a sigh, he walks away, going to grab another and set it up. Didn't take long before he went back to work, earth from his hand fading at the same time. He couldn't break them all after all.

Comments

Re: Gym Floor

[fusedstars]

Not in the mood, Doom.

[The irritation was clear on Hei's face, still angry. Didn't help it had been this man. Hei recalled this man, and could already see this man being one of the few the hero clones must fight. Bad enough he was in an especially foul mood.]

[thiscloakisgreen]

[About twenty or so reasons why this man was so angry at a bunch of punching bags. And when death was no longer permanent, few reason to be anything else than another disappearing resident. A permadeath, if there was one.]

I beg your pardon, then. However, one should learn to work their anger through words and not destructive action. One of those can only harm everyone in the end, can't it?

[fusedstars]

Today is not one of my good days to lecture me.

[As it stood, Hei was in more pain than most could imagine. Loss after loss wasn't doing good for his psyche, and wasn't helped with Doctor Doom giving him such advice.]

[thiscloakisgreen]

I wouldn't imagine it. I should just get to my point, then--

[A small, mechanical humanoid--roughly sixteen centimeters in height--fluttered onto his hand as soon as he held it out.]

--perhaps a later date? There was something very important I needed to discuss with you, actually.

[fusedstars]

[Hei eyes the thing in Doom's hand. What in the world...He takes a deep breath, trying to calm some of his nerves.]

Speak now then.

[thiscloakisgreen]

If you insist.

[The thing--apparently some kind of hideous alter ego of a fairy--flitted about the room with wings that were anything but noisy.]

Doom has found it quite interesting in this tower--it's unwilling denizens, I mean. While some are merely very intelligent, others have...very special gifts. Gifts with which I believe could solve the coming impasse that plagues the collective mandala of our others.

[The fairy-doll hovers down, much closer to Hei than was probably necessary.]

[fusedstars]

[Hei grabbed the staff behind him, poking the edge at the fairy-doll as a warning.]

If you are seeking to unite them under your own power, that's already asking for an impossible task.

[thiscloakisgreen]

[The pokes do nothing to motivate the doll to move at all.]

You assume too much of me. But that is expected.

No indeed, such a goal never even crossed my mind, I assure you. While I think it prudent to mention that such a task--indeed, a difficult one--is not impossible. It does, however, beg the question as to what to do after one has already accomplished that. Doom, meanwhile, merely seeks greater understanding.

[fusedstars]

You seek information on those within the tower in short.

[thiscloakisgreen]

[The doctor gestures with his hand a sort of poignant, yet almost unnecessary movement.]

I figured you would know, but it would have been rude to assume anything. Information is key, after all. Progressing at any way in this infuriating tower, whether it be anything at all, would be moot without any known data about its other residents. Don't you seek it as well? Doom of course does not mean just information about what a person's given powers are--the sanctity of knowledge about the whereabouts of one's friends, for example, would be a worthier goal.

The knowledge of what is beyond the "dead" worlds of this tower is of the greatest concern of this place, as I have seen. What say you?

[fusedstars]

Gathering data on all of us will not aid anyone if the tower administrators is constantly monitoring and torturing us. You want a better solution? We could use more information regarding the administrators. The inhabitants of this tower are not going to tell you anything.

[And the network was shut down because of the information distrust once before. This could only end up worse.]

[thiscloakisgreen]

Of course, of course. The loathsome creatures known as the tower administrators.

[How such a very...left brained look at it, he criticizes to himself.]

I deign to not bore you with such other details then. Trifling steps towards victory, so to speak. I'll not toss around illusions that they are the true villains in this mangled epoch they call a salvation.