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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--
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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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Is that some sorrrt of weird way of saying "Let's be friends"? I thought we'd concluded that fact long beforrre.
[It's so easy to forget that she wasn't actually alone all this time... Between pushing away the idea of help and thinking she could handle anything this place could've thrown at her alone, she'd forgotten this girl was always around to lend a hand. Actually, their "friendship" was rather impromptu now that she's thinking about it. This girl may have reminded her of Aphmau, but she didn't need protecting, she wasn't Mihli's Empress - but since Aphmau was all she knew, the only hope she'd ever kindled since losing her Mother to famine... perhaps, deep down, she felt a need to protect Tohko so that she wouldn't lose hope again.]
You have this knack for cheerrring me up in the dumbest ways, Tohko. We're already friends, aren't we? I doubt I'll be serving under anyone else's name anytime soon, but remaining your frriend is always something I can do.
[And with that, she finally manages a smile.]
For once I'd like to give you a reason to smile for yourself, not everyone else.
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[After all, with how crazy things had been lately, and with Mihli's attempt to push Tohko away and ignore her, sometimes a small reminder helped both people out, whether they realized it or not. However, at Mihli's words, Tohko couldn't help but chuckle a little bit as her smile grew. But, this time, it wasn't a mask. It was an actual, genuine smile from Tohko.]
They may be dumb ways, but if they're cheering you up, than they must be alright! And I've never served under anyone before, and I'm not sure if I ever will..but I'll always be your friend! That in itself is a reason to smile for me.
[..And Mihli was finally smiling! Have a headpat, happy catgirl.]
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I'm still not your housecat, so don't go getting too comforrtable with your fingers behind my ears.
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Don't worry! I won't..but what did you mumble? I couldn't hear it..
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[And now she's just gonna slooowwwlly lean over back towards Tohko until she's resting against the girl's shoulder, arms crossed.]
Thanks. You're sure everything's alrright? Last week was tough for everyone.
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[Well, if Mihli didn't want to talk about it, that was alright. Tohko didn't mind the fact that Mihli was resting her head on her shoulder..but Tohko did move her head so that it slightly connected with Mihli's.]
No problem. I'm always happy to help out a friend! ..And last week was horrible..but I've apologized to everyone..and I cried a little bit..so I'm alright now. Everything's fine.
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Damn, you're a lot tougher than you look. It's hard for me to come to grrrips with it myself. Sometimes I'm not sure how to take this place. Getting used to death as a regular occurrence, it's ... different to say the least.
[Tohko's presence is nice -- enough to still Mihli's racing mind at least. It was easier to trust her words, you know? Far easier to place your trust in someone close. Easier than placing trust in yourself when you're just not sure about how things work anymore. Or if you're really you.]
Nothing really prepares you for it.
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Not much really can prepare you for this place..stories can help, but even they don't have everything sometimes. But..most stories do have something important that's needed to get through this place, no matter how bad it gets.
[While Tohko placed her trust in both Mihli and herself-as well as a few other friends-it was nice to talk everything through with Mihli..especially since the girl had tried to hide for a few days and worried Tohko.]
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[Mihli reaches into her armor, pulling back a leather compartment to produce a small, wilted paper crane. It's seen better days and the edges are stained with blood and muck. Not quite edible anymore.]
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A crane? You know, there's a legend back home that says if you manage to make a thousand paper cranes and wish for something, your wish will come true.
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[She makes a face. Somewhere between irritation and genuine embarrassment - just look at that frown. It's hard for her to keep her cool admitting this, but to be honest with you she's glad the poem she (tried) to write inside is smeared and bloodied. Never was easy for her to get into the sappy stuff, but it was Tohko's birthday, so screw it, why not?]
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[Tohko actually didn't mind if things weren't sappy-as long as they were tasty.]
Maybe you can try writing something again later on, if you want.
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[Was that a huff of relief? Almost like she wasn't expecting you to like it, Tohko]
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[It probably was..but, knowing Mihli, it was probably best not to point it out.]
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..Ah..alright then. I do try to help a lot of people..but you know, as long as most of everyone is smiling and happy, than I'm alright with that.
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Yeah, that sounds about right.
[Well now she feels awkward. Was that too much to say? It did just kinda come out of nowhere. Before the silence on her end becomes awkward, she coughs.]
Thanks, Tohko. I'm sorry I worried you.
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Oh, you're welcome! And it's alright..I'm just glad you're safe. And I'm sorry too..I must have given you quite the fright when I vanished.
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[No shut up Mihli you almost panicked.]
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[Have a headpat, Mihli.]
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Maybe a little.
[Pout.]
That does remind me, though. There was a warrior with me before things went to hell. A dragoon. I need to find him soon, he seemed to know of my home -- or at least our worlds sharrred some surprising similarities. His name is Kain, name ring any bells?
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I'd sad to say that I don't..but if we ask around on the network or look around in the mailroom, I'm sure we'll find him. Maybe he was from a very similar universe like yours?
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Hrrmm. I'll do a search soon, and yes the fact that we shared knowledge of Dragoons is crrritical. I can't lose contact with that Hume.
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Alright then. If this is something important to you, then I'll help you out! I run into a lot of people in the Tower, so I'll probably bump into him or find him sooner or later!
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[Yeah, it probably sounds odd, but between the emotional rollercoaster that was last week
and drinking her ass off just a few hours backit's nice to just have some downtime.]I don't rreally wanna leave just yet.
[She missed you, afterall.]
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