seekinganswers: (That has to be a lie...)
Sheba | Child of the Gods ([personal profile] seekinganswers) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-04-28 01:42 am

009 ♃ the finger that you're pointing has knocked me on my knees

Characters: Sheba and you! And Sheba and Asch, too.
Setting: The graveyard and around the Tower in general for the open part; the third floor library for the closed part.
Format: Action to start, but I'll switch to prose if you want.
Summary: Backdated to a few days after the end of the Rebellion event. Sheba comes back to herself, and realizes that it's not exactly a pleasant place to be now that one of her close friends is gone and another of her close friends has died by her hand in the last few days.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death/body modifications, but hey... at least she's freaked out enough by the fact that she was able to hear everyone all at once during the event that the chances of her trying to read your character's mind are way down for once?

[The graveyard.]
[It has to be a lie, Sheba thinks as she struggles to catch her breath. But the name on the grave's headstone can't be denied - Felix's name is here, instead of by his door like it was supposed to be. She knows by now what it means when a grave appears on this floor, and perhaps she'd realized what had happened even before she arrived here. She'd turned on her heel and run all the way down from the dormitory levels (not stopping for anything or anyone, because the elevator was just too slow and she had to keep moving) as soon as she'd seen it, and why else would she come to the graveyard if some part of her hadn't accepted but felt the need to confirm that he was gone?

He can't be dead - she won't allow herself to believe that. But he's not here. Has his soul been sucked back to the ruins of Weyard, she wonders? Or maybe he found some way out, and the Administrators simply don't want the others to know.

But then why wouldn't he take me with him?

It's now, looking down at the grave, that she realizes she's taken him - and his kindness - for granted. Why hadn't she thanked him for what he'd done for her on Weyard when she had the chance? Why hadn't she tried to spend more time with him while he was here? She knows that sometimes the people whose graves appear here do return, but she also knows that's less likely to happen than him just staying gone is.

She takes a deep, shaky breath and sinks to her knees in front of the grave, her eyes locked on the name etched in the stone.]


You're really gone...

[She'll likely stay there for a long while, thinking in circles about what this means and what she has to do next, because a small part of her knows that it's no good to just stay here uselessly thinking about things she can't change, unless someone happens to find her there and interrupt her.]

[Around the tower - you pick the floor!]
[Sheba wishes she could say she was doing something more productive than just wandering, but, well - she can't, because she's not.

She's not really aware of where she is, though she is keeping an eye out for immediate dangers. Could she tell you what floor she's on? No. Could she tell you if there were monsters about to attack? Certainly, and she'd attack right back. She could use some outlet for her frustrations, even if her preferred attack brings back rather unpleasant memories.

You might see her sitting quietly, deep in thought; you might see her idly walking around the floor; you might see her coming up or down the stairs, or even waiting for - or waiting on - the elevator. Really, she's not picky about where she wanders to as long as it's not the dormitory levels or the graveyard; she doesn't want quite a potent reminder that her friend is gone.

Deep down, she knows she should start working on seeking out the people she wronged while her mind wasn't her own, but for the moment... she's just looking for any sort of distraction as she sorts out what her next move should be.]


[The Library - closed to Asch.]
[Enough time has passed for Sheba to get her head on straight - kind of.

She needs more information, and if prior experience here has taught her anything it's that after things like the last few days people tend to swarm the network with posts. She doesn't really want to see them face to face - even hearing peoples' voices aloud, with more than one or two people around her at once, reminds her of being unable to control the thoughts she could and couldn't hear - but she does need to figure out what it is that they know and how she can use it.

There's too many people on the dormitory levels. She doesn't want to hear them, even if they are just passing by. And besides, it's still too soon -

No, the library was better. People were quieter, and if it got overwhelming she could just move to a less crowded part or hide behind some shelves or even just grab a book, stick her nose in it, and make it abundantly clear that she wasn't really in the mood to talk.

She's on her way to one of the terminals when she spots it - a beanbag surrounded by stacks of books. Her footsteps, echoing faintly in the quiet of the library, slow; when she sees red hair they come to a stop entirely.

It's Asch. She knows she needs to apologize for what she did to him, and while she'd wandered around the last few days she'd thought of how to try to word that apology, but now that she's actually seen him the words die on her lips.

She clears her throat to get his attention, but keeps her distance. If he doesn't want anything to do with her right now, she can easily leave him alone. She's incredibly reluctant to force him to stay in her company after she'd given him no choice but to stand there while she killed him just a week or so before.]
bloodyashes: (Totally not pouting)

[personal profile] bloodyashes 2013-04-28 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Speaking of people who have their noses in books - that's where Asch has been almost the entire duration of the previous few days, sans his trip down to the lounge to get a beanbag and the times he needs to eat and sleep. It's hard to focus on any one book for long, which is probably why he's built up such a pile; he's in the romance section, but the books in the stacks he's built up into a screen are from all over the library.

At the sound of a clearing throat, his head jerks up from the novel he's currently skimming through, a panicked expression on his face for a moment before he looks at the sound. Recognizing Sheba makes him a bit more relaxed, but not by much. Mostly, he seems uncertain, looking her up and down. He wonders if she's listening to his thoughts right now.

Finally, he marks his page and closes the book, folding it in his lap. His voice is as steady as he can make it, mostly by depriving it of all the emotion he can.]


You want to talk?
bloodyashes: (Totally not pouting)

same icons forever

[personal profile] bloodyashes 2013-04-28 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks away, too, just a glance to the side, eyes focused on a bookshelf a bit behind her.]

I know.

[And logically, he does. He knows that little voice - save yourself - was the real Sheba, that she didn't really want to hurt him.

Intellectually, he knows that. Emotionally, it's much harder to get a handle on.

Instead, he says - ]


If something like that ever happens again, where I'm trapped in my own body...

[It's hard to admit weakness. The hand that isn't holding the book balls into a fist. He doesn't have any right to ask, really, but the helplessness is still on him, still worming its way into his mind...]

Don't leave me alone.
bloodyashes: ([F] You saw NOTHIN)

[personal profile] bloodyashes 2013-04-28 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Hmph. Don't make promises so easily.

[Especially when you know you can't keep them. There's no aggression in his words - he just sounds tired. He's dealt with too many broken promises in his time to want to accept another, no matter who offers it or how good their intent is.]

It's hard enough to stand by your words in a place like this as it is.

[He's not sure if she would know what he's referring to, but he doesn't elaborate. "I don't need saving" - they were easy words to hold to in the beginning of that week of hell, harder by the end. But they have a meaning, they're thunderbolts in his bones, and he can't - won't - go back on them.]

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lightofhumanity: For when chaos is feeling melancholy. (sad)

Graveyard

[personal profile] lightofhumanity 2013-04-28 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[chaos sometimes came up to this floor to pay his respects to the wooden posts he had stuck in the graveyard's corner a few months earlier-makeshift graves for old friends. However, when he saw and heard a person speak, he couldn't help but sit by her and speak.]

..He's gone..but you know, he might come back. Or you may see each other again somewhere else.
lightofhumanity: (This isn't good..)

[personal profile] lightofhumanity 2013-04-28 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though the reaction was small, chaos was able to tell that she was rattled. However, that was normal for something like this.]

Perhaps you will..if the universes manage to get restored, there may be a chance that you will be able to go home and see him.

[..Now, how to answer that question..]

Yes, a few have.

[Not that he was here to mourn them primarily.]
lightofhumanity: For when chaos is happy. (Default)

[personal profile] lightofhumanity 2013-04-28 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
It is alright. Thank you.

[After all, while it's sad, and while it hurt, the fact that people were going to leave chaos was something he had known for quite a long time.]

Right..with the people who are left and with the time that remains.

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whiteblackknight: (o.o)

[The Graveyard]--Because Allen lost a friend, too

[personal profile] whiteblackknight 2013-04-28 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Carrying himself with the posture of a forlorn mortician, Mr. Walker walks closer and closer to Sheba.]

Sheba.

...I see. He was your friend too, wasn't he?
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[personal profile] whiteblackknight 2013-04-29 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Good question.

[He smiles a little bit. And it isn't bitter at all.]

I can't really say Felix and I really knew each other that well. We didn't really talk all that much. It's not like we were complete strangers, but we could hardly be considered friends.

[Pause.]

...not like that really matters. I still knew him well enough.

[Timcanpy fluttered down from Allen's head and towards Sheba. It looked as though it aimed to land on her somewhere.]
whiteblackknight: (tim)

[personal profile] whiteblackknight 2013-04-29 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Not strange, but too familiar.

["Felix". That's all the tombstone says as Allen reads it.]

Well they're not here, that's all certain. I don't exactly know how one just disappears from this place--I know I would have by now--but death's nothing new, right? I know that from where I'm from, it's a guarantee he's in a better place.

[Tim lies itself down in Sheba's hands, almost tying them together with its grip.}

Not fun, indeed!

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are you feeling better?

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Horay!

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The curtain falls...

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gradosfinest: (o.o...)

Floor 81 - Round Two

[personal profile] gradosfinest 2013-04-29 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[So the plan, or at least the closest thing Amelia had to a plan was to hop off the elevator on Floor 81 to collect her thoughts for a bit then start scouting the tower for a certain Adept. Even though she was the one attacked, it's impossible to shake the feeling that she has to apologize for what happened. What if there had been some other way? She'd panicked, resorted to the only solution she could think of on the fly. But more than that she just needed to know. To confirm that she was still here.

So when the elevator doors opened on the 81st floor and the young knight stepped out, what she'd been expecting to do was to walk over and spend some time looking out the window, lost in thought. At least that's what she'd expected to do. But fate apparently had other ideas tonight because it took Amelia about three seconds to notice the Adept sitting next to the window, in the same spot she'd been occupying the last time they'd met no less. And for a moment, just a brief moment, she entertains the thought of ducking back into the elevator before it can leave.

But no. Even though she has no clue what to say, no clue how to go about this, she's a knight. Knights don't run from their problems, so she takes a moment to steady herself before slowly walking towards Sheba, well aware that her armored boots make more than enough noise to give herself away before she says anything. And really, what the hell do you even say at a time like this? "Sorry I killed you, lets be friends"? She's never talked to somebody she's killed before, and for a moment all she can do is think back to that fight. To the moment she killed Sheba...

... she can't run from this. It's time to speak up and set things straight.]


... um, hi.

[Well that came out less "Proud knight" and more "Kicked puppy".]
gradosfinest: (How do I handle this...)

[personal profile] gradosfinest 2013-04-30 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
I guess we've both got the same thing on our minds huh?

[This could be going worse. She's relieved to just see Sheba in front of her again, to know that she isn't really dead. Or at least dead dead... this place is screwing with her entire concept of death really. Furthermore she doesn't seem angry, actually she looks more guilty than anything else.

And that makes two of them.

Quietly Amelia shifts her weight from one leg to the other, fidgeting for a second before speaking back up. Time to get this over with.]


Look... I'm sorry about what happened back there, I... I couldn't think of any other way. [Because even if she regrets what happened immensely, she's not going to make excuses for what she did. She simply couldn't think of any other way and she had to act on the closest thing she had to a plan. Even if she still wishes there was something else she could have done.]
gradosfinest: (How do I handle this...)

S'okay! <3

[personal profile] gradosfinest 2013-05-09 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
That's not really your fault, it's the people behind this place who're to blame.

[Despite everything that's happened, despite what they're talking about now... she can't help but manage a small, if slightly awkward smile. At the very least of all the people she's been forced to kill, this one doesn't have to weigh on her mind any longer.]

But I am glad to see you're ok now, I was worried that... I'd heard people don't stay dead here but that didn't stop me from worrying. [A lot.] And I'm really glad to see you're back to your normal self.

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warriorscribe: (Disheartened)

Floor 3 library

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2013-04-30 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
*Enoch had been seated at one of the terminals for most of the morning, his screen on a very old post. It was like a more candid journal, being able to go back and see how he had reacted to things earlier.

He didn't think he'd changed too much. His hope had shifted around and at times been buried, but it never left him. He always had hope in something. He supposed what he was really there for was Dax more than it was himself. Seeing all the signs he'd actually been trying his hardest to help.

He wondered if the Freemen pondered over the Prophecies of Ishtar this way after her death.

Finally, unable to take the sting of loss anymore, even if it wasn't as personal this time, he got up to stretch his legs, to wander aimlessly and clear his head. What he found was Sheba, wandering likewise.*

...It's been a difficult month.
warriorscribe: (Gazing into eternity)

It's okay! I'm slow too.

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2013-05-11 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
I am...both well and weary. This month...that week... *Enoch shakes his head. It was frightening, and despite all his hope, he's still scared. Still tired.*
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/patpat

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2013-05-16 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
I'd like to talk, but I wouldn't know where to begin.

*How horrifying Jason is without Dax to push him away from his worst. How he had to fight and kill a good friend.

It's strange that he feels so well, too, however.*

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