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towerofanimus2013-04-20 11:40 pm
egotrigger) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-20 11:40 pm
you see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars;
Characters: Allelujah and open.
Setting: Floor 1 (Cafeteria), Floor 46 (flashlight level), Floor 81 (upper lounge), stairs in general.
Format: Whatever works for you.
Summary: Allelujah's… angsting isn't the word for it. He's depressed and disappointed about mindlessly carrying out orders. He's having difficulty coping with it.
Warnings: Mention of body modification/surgery/Jason being a dick. Also standard Hallelujah warning.
[Floor 1]
[Allelujah sits at one of the tables, a few of the nutrition bars in front of him. He has one open and is staring at it. He knows he needs to eat, but he feels sick to his stomach after what happened.]
[he takes a bite, slowly, and tries to keep it down. He won't be able to do anything if he doesn't have something for energy.]
[Floor 46]
[The stairs have vanished for him again. He hates this floor, hates it so much. The whispers and light touches keep making him jerk away, and he tries to control himself. It's no one, no one's there, it's not even Hallelujah…]
[But he's still pale as he reaches the stairs again.]
[Floor 81]
[There aren't many floors he feels comfortable on, but this is one of them. The sight of the stars calms him, makes him feel a little bit closer to home. It's hard to look at them sometimes - they're not his - but at least they're something. He'd like to start naming them, but he's not that creative.]
[He needs them today most of all. He still feels sick, frustrated, disappointed… he'd sworn to himself that he'd do everything he could to not just blindly follow orders, to not lose himself again. Not that he really could be anything but a soldier, but at least he has his own mind. Or did. He didn't even feel anything during that time he was changed… and he managed to change Hallelujah, too.]
[They were nothing but a mindless robot. Their brains were altered, and while he knows that he's been changed back, he can't help but feel terrified at a scientist who can do something like that. The things he'd been through at that facility had been bad enough, but this… this was beyond what he had experienced before.]
[He presses his forehead against the glass, trying to collect his thoughts. He doesn't know what to do. What can he do? It doesn't look like there's any way to kill him… or any of the others. Not when they can control this place so utterly…]
[Stairs]
[As Allelujah climbs the stairs, he's somewhat lost in thought. If there's someone else walking near him, he might not even notice them. That doesn't mean they can't notice him, though.]
Setting: Floor 1 (Cafeteria), Floor 46 (flashlight level), Floor 81 (upper lounge), stairs in general.
Format: Whatever works for you.
Summary: Allelujah's… angsting isn't the word for it. He's depressed and disappointed about mindlessly carrying out orders. He's having difficulty coping with it.
Warnings: Mention of body modification/surgery/Jason being a dick. Also standard Hallelujah warning.
[Floor 1]
[Allelujah sits at one of the tables, a few of the nutrition bars in front of him. He has one open and is staring at it. He knows he needs to eat, but he feels sick to his stomach after what happened.]
[he takes a bite, slowly, and tries to keep it down. He won't be able to do anything if he doesn't have something for energy.]
[Floor 46]
[The stairs have vanished for him again. He hates this floor, hates it so much. The whispers and light touches keep making him jerk away, and he tries to control himself. It's no one, no one's there, it's not even Hallelujah…]
[But he's still pale as he reaches the stairs again.]
[Floor 81]
[There aren't many floors he feels comfortable on, but this is one of them. The sight of the stars calms him, makes him feel a little bit closer to home. It's hard to look at them sometimes - they're not his - but at least they're something. He'd like to start naming them, but he's not that creative.]
[He needs them today most of all. He still feels sick, frustrated, disappointed… he'd sworn to himself that he'd do everything he could to not just blindly follow orders, to not lose himself again. Not that he really could be anything but a soldier, but at least he has his own mind. Or did. He didn't even feel anything during that time he was changed… and he managed to change Hallelujah, too.]
[They were nothing but a mindless robot. Their brains were altered, and while he knows that he's been changed back, he can't help but feel terrified at a scientist who can do something like that. The things he'd been through at that facility had been bad enough, but this… this was beyond what he had experienced before.]
[He presses his forehead against the glass, trying to collect his thoughts. He doesn't know what to do. What can he do? It doesn't look like there's any way to kill him… or any of the others. Not when they can control this place so utterly…]
[Stairs]
[As Allelujah climbs the stairs, he's somewhat lost in thought. If there's someone else walking near him, he might not even notice them. That doesn't mean they can't notice him, though.]
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--Well?
[His chest heaves, face already tinged pink from a combined lack of oxygen and embarrassment (the latter, he will never admit to).]
Are you just going to stand there und look dumb? Say something, swine!
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[Of course you didn't, you fucking hate killing people.]
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[Richtofen has gathered that this guy has some strange Multiple Personality Disorder going on, but he doesn't know the details. Most of his conversation with Hallelujah while they were fighting is a blur.]
Und do you honestly think you can settle this with a simple apology?!
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[He shakes his head a little bit.]
No... but it's a place to start.
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[Richtofen smacks himself in the forehead with the butt of his palm a little harder than what's strictly necessary.]
I forgot. You have some sort of weird split personality.
[He grits his teeth.] But that is no fucking excuse. I'll break both your necks!
[He reaches out and attempts to shove Allelujah again. He hopes the kid loses balance and goes toppling down the stairs.]
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Don't touch me!
[He rolls his shoulders and lifts an arm to rub at the metal of the gun strapped to his back. Just touching it makes him feel more secure, and it shows on his face as his scowl fades a bit and his brow unfurrows.]
Give me one good reason why I- why I shouldn't just tie you up und leave you as bait for every monster in this disgusting place. Hmm? Tell me, you disgusting waste of human breath!
[Despite how confident his words make him sound, Richtofen shuffles back a bit and tightens the hand that's still by his chest into a fist. His other hand is still caressing the barrel of his gun, but he's making no move to pull it off his back. He's just running his fingers over the metal, staring at Allelujah, with his chest rising and falling noticeably.]
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[Allelujah just shakes his head. There's no really good reason, but he gets the feeling that Halleujah will kill him if he tries.]
I don't want to fight you. Just don't try to harm me.
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[Really, this whole mess is Allelujah's fault. If he had just let Richtofen go on his merry way, none of this would have happened. It was unthinkable, in Richtofen's mind, that anyone would dare attack him like that. It was presumptuous, rude, and worthy of a pain worse than death, and he swears to himself to make sure that Allelujah feels that pain at some point in the future.]
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[Granted, he did try to stop Richtofen, but that was to save people. That didn't really deserve 'punishment', did it?]
['Of course not, because I did it. That's where all your guilt goes, right?']
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[Richtofen answers without hesitation. The look on his face is so smug, so domineering, that it's clear he believes that he's done no wrong. He fancies himself a God, a vengeful one, waiting for all the sinners in the world to drop to their knees and cry out in atonement.]
Or is it that you don't care that you killed me? How hypocritical of you.
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I wanted to stop you before you hurt someone else. If the only person you want to hurt now is me, fine.
[He's a monster. He can take it.]
But I won't allow you to hurt other people just because you're upset!
['... Hypocrite.']
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Oh, I always want to hurt people. Lots of people.
[There's a giggle to his words when he speaks, a sparkle in his eye that isn't very promising.]
...But you'll do in a pinch, I suppose.
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