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towerofanimus2013-04-22 09:01 am
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[006] Ladies Night
Characters: Mihli Aliapoh, Amelia, Naoto Shirogane and YOU for prompt one. It's a mingle thread, so party hard. Two is a closed scenario. Sorry fellas.
Setting: A severely depressed and existentially challenged Mihli Aliapoh gets paid a visit from some rather unlikely friends as she attempts to get absolutely hammered on floor 88 -- feel free to come drink! Some unspecified amount of time later, she runs into a stubborn, adorable girl with pigtails in the cathedral.
Format: Aaaaction~!
Summary: Wow, being brainwashed and skinned alive sure has a way of dampening a girl's spirits! Obviously it's time to get smashed and console each other. Who brought the peanuts?
Warnings: Language, angst, drunken antics, perhaps some graphic descriptions later, who knows.
[Good ole' whiskey. Or at least that's what she thought it was. It's not often that Mihli drinks, in fact, she can count on hand the number of times she's done it, and usually it'd been only to make a point; Maybe to demoralize some hot-shot merc, or to prove that she can hold her liquor better than some of her fellow soldiers despite her less-than-mountainous stature. Hell, there was this one time where she and General Zazarg sang and drank until the walls came dow--
....
Ok, rewind. Now that she's thinking more clearly about it, the reason the walls came down was because they were attacked, and maybe she can't exactly count the times she's drank on one hand. But maybe, just maybe two is sitting a little closer to the mark! The fact of the matter is, she swears this isn't a habit - it's a social hobby despite her amazing capacity for the stuff and near invulnerability in regards to actually getting drunk, but damn if it doesn't feel great to cut loose with an entire bottle right now.
She's rather fortunate to have even found any spirits around this dusty (smoky..?) old place - most of the bottles behind the counter were either too suspicious or most obviously NOT alcohol in the first place (here's lookin' at you, tomato juice.) so finding not just one, but three separate bottles of the stuff is a little more than just lucky. Which is exactly why she's taken to indulging herself on an entire bottle, leaning heavily over the counter, but still very much in control of her own thoughts - if a bit tipsy.]
[How cliche that she'd find herself on this floor above any other? But it'll do, especially now that she's tired as hell. Ever since being returned, Mihli made it her mission to keep away from any and everyone in this godforsaken place, spending most of her time sleeping on the forest floor, and even the maze when that'd become a chore, but never even close to the dorms. Being in proximity with other people didn't feel right after what'd been done, but more than that? She just couldn't deal with the fact that she was wrong. Plain and simple.
Arturia told her so. To steel herself and prepare for anything that the Administrators could've thrown at her, but maybe she'd grown so accustomed to the way things had been back home, or the fact that she had others to depend on. Wasn't as bad as being alone, but here the hope she'd grown to rely on was nowhere in sight, nor the people she was supposed to protect.
"Vana'diel's dead already, right?" There was no evidence to the contrary, and people who've been here for far longer have already accepted the fact that everything they knew and loved is gone. In a blink of an eye - no, even worse - in her SLEEP she'd lost everything. Every friend, every enemy, every man, woman and child she could've ever met, gone in an instance. So why the hell was she the one spared? It's infuriating, but more than that, after being toyed with so effortlessly and forced to kill and maim innocent people AGAIN, she feels dirty, used. They cut open her mind, revealed everything she was and anything she could've ever been and warped it.
But that's not even the kicker. The best thing is the fact that to this day she still has no absolute proof that her memories are even real. How else could they have mutilated her body, then returned it to its former state? She's read the Network - who hasn't? We aren't real. These bodies are fake. So how long has it been since she's actually been in this Tower? When do the true memories end, and when do the fabrications begin? Was she merely asleep? Crowded in some basement with the others until it was her time to dance on strings? It's ... tiring, to say the least, and attempting to decipher anything else in this mess is useless in and of itself when all she can do at this point is wait for the next nightmare to begin.]
Setting: A severely depressed and existentially challenged Mihli Aliapoh gets paid a visit from some rather unlikely friends as she attempts to get absolutely hammered on floor 88 -- feel free to come drink! Some unspecified amount of time later, she runs into a stubborn, adorable girl with pigtails in the cathedral.
Format: Aaaaction~!
Summary: Wow, being brainwashed and skinned alive sure has a way of dampening a girl's spirits! Obviously it's time to get smashed and console each other. Who brought the peanuts?
Warnings: Language, angst, drunken antics, perhaps some graphic descriptions later, who knows.
[Good ole' whiskey. Or at least that's what she thought it was. It's not often that Mihli drinks, in fact, she can count on hand the number of times she's done it, and usually it'd been only to make a point; Maybe to demoralize some hot-shot merc, or to prove that she can hold her liquor better than some of her fellow soldiers despite her less-than-mountainous stature. Hell, there was this one time where she and General Zazarg sang and drank until the walls came dow--
....
Ok, rewind. Now that she's thinking more clearly about it, the reason the walls came down was because they were attacked, and maybe she can't exactly count the times she's drank on one hand. But maybe, just maybe two is sitting a little closer to the mark! The fact of the matter is, she swears this isn't a habit - it's a social hobby despite her amazing capacity for the stuff and near invulnerability in regards to actually getting drunk, but damn if it doesn't feel great to cut loose with an entire bottle right now.
She's rather fortunate to have even found any spirits around this dusty (smoky..?) old place - most of the bottles behind the counter were either too suspicious or most obviously NOT alcohol in the first place (here's lookin' at you, tomato juice.) so finding not just one, but three separate bottles of the stuff is a little more than just lucky. Which is exactly why she's taken to indulging herself on an entire bottle, leaning heavily over the counter, but still very much in control of her own thoughts - if a bit tipsy.]
[How cliche that she'd find herself on this floor above any other? But it'll do, especially now that she's tired as hell. Ever since being returned, Mihli made it her mission to keep away from any and everyone in this godforsaken place, spending most of her time sleeping on the forest floor, and even the maze when that'd become a chore, but never even close to the dorms. Being in proximity with other people didn't feel right after what'd been done, but more than that? She just couldn't deal with the fact that she was wrong. Plain and simple.
Arturia told her so. To steel herself and prepare for anything that the Administrators could've thrown at her, but maybe she'd grown so accustomed to the way things had been back home, or the fact that she had others to depend on. Wasn't as bad as being alone, but here the hope she'd grown to rely on was nowhere in sight, nor the people she was supposed to protect.
"Vana'diel's dead already, right?" There was no evidence to the contrary, and people who've been here for far longer have already accepted the fact that everything they knew and loved is gone. In a blink of an eye - no, even worse - in her SLEEP she'd lost everything. Every friend, every enemy, every man, woman and child she could've ever met, gone in an instance. So why the hell was she the one spared? It's infuriating, but more than that, after being toyed with so effortlessly and forced to kill and maim innocent people AGAIN, she feels dirty, used. They cut open her mind, revealed everything she was and anything she could've ever been and warped it.
But that's not even the kicker. The best thing is the fact that to this day she still has no absolute proof that her memories are even real. How else could they have mutilated her body, then returned it to its former state? She's read the Network - who hasn't? We aren't real. These bodies are fake. So how long has it been since she's actually been in this Tower? When do the true memories end, and when do the fabrications begin? Was she merely asleep? Crowded in some basement with the others until it was her time to dance on strings? It's ... tiring, to say the least, and attempting to decipher anything else in this mess is useless in and of itself when all she can do at this point is wait for the next nightmare to begin.]
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[She starts to take another swig, but finds her reflection in the bottle a bit more interesting for some reason. Not much left. Gonna have to pop open that other bottle soon.]
Heh, I was pretty popular back in the day - left me with no choice but to be astute if I wanted to keep breathing. Identifying faces like yours became less a talent and more instinct. Killing may not have been a parrrticularly cushy job but it beat the hell outta tossing papers, that's for sure.
[Admitting this makes her feel like shit, especially considering her and Naoto's previous encounter.]
'Course, back then I also wasn't killing innocent people.
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[She slides off the chair, scooting around to the other side of the bar. She rifles around for a moment, looking back up over the counter at Amelia.]
Is there anything I get you anything while I'm back here?
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[A beat.]
A bottle of whatever won't kill me. [Because for as cheerful as she's trying to act she's anything but, and she's willing to bet they can both see right through it anyways. And it's not like she's lacking self control, so why not?
Besides, she really, really doesn't want to be alone right now and if Naoto's somehow lucky enough to find extra booze... might as well join 'em, right?]
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You're actually going to drink? With a baby face like that? Oh, this should be good
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I'm sure I can manage that.
[Naoto resurfaces with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. She pours a bit in each and slides one down to Amelia.]
I was only able to find one bottle so I hope you don't mind sharing.
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To her credit she manages not to instantly dissolve into a coughing fit but the expression on her face isn't dissimilar from the expression one makes when they've been kicked in the chest. She even manages to cough out something of a reply.]
... yeah no problem, I don't think I could down a whole bottle of this stuff myself. Not quite what I thought it'd taste like. [This won't stop her from taking another sip.]
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[Oh, Amelia, u mad? Unfortunately this is just getting good, so Mihli's not gonna leave this one alone. Especially not while the drink's loosening her inhibitions. Here, have a firm clap on the back. And another round, courtesy of the General.]
First glass is always the harrrdest, can't think too hard about drrinking it!
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You won't notice the taste before too long.
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Seeing as Amelia just downed that one too, they seem to be on the same mental track right now. Although after that she just momentarily rests her face on her hand.]
You know, I'm sure this isn't going to come as a surprise? But I really hate this place.
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[Hic. She swivels a little in the chair, throwing her boots up onto the edge of the counter, tail swishing about slowly. ... Maybe it's hitting her a little harder than anticipated? Whatever, she's just getting started.]
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No, stop Naoto. You stop it right now. You drink your booze and stop thinking about how Jason ripped open your stomach and tore your persona right out you. Good girl.]
The two of you are still new members, though. Trust me when I say that the tower and its administrators are capable of far more than you've seen.
[She side eyes Mihli juuuuust a little bit when she says that. Hate to say she told you so, but... she fucking told you so.]
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Even if she agrees completely because she would rather be anywhere, anywhere but here, proper for a knight or not. She leans her face back up ever so slightly, glancing sideways at Naoto for a second before responding.]
Oh, they can get worse? Yay. You know it's funny, I was just this second thinking if there was one thing wrong with this place it's that we're being treated way too softly.
[There's a highly unusual level of sarcasm in her voice, but this is one of the rare occasions she's just kind of saying the first thing that comes to mind without bothering to think about it. And the booze? Well, that's just making it easier to cut loose.]
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Why go through all the trouble to do this to all of us? Why keep us alive and imprisoned for so long? Why even save us in the first damned place?
She grits her teeth and sets down the bottle for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to think. Of an answer. To anything.]
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That said it isn't always that bad. There are moments of peace between the madness. Enough to help keep you sane. Well, I suppose I should say as sane as it is possible for a person to be here.
[She takes another looooong drink.]
It's an odd feeling. Becoming accustomed to dying and writing off your own death like it was nothing.