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towerofanimus2013-04-28 01:42 am
seekinganswers) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-28 01:42 am
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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 downfor 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.]
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
[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.]
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[Sheba purses her lips. She remembers that - she had been under the influence of the music, at the time. And as she recalls, she wasn't exactly... pleasant.]
I'm sorry about that, by the way. For telling him about the time with the Fourteenth... and also for yelling at you.
[She turns her attention to Felix's gravestone and shrugs.]
What now... that's a good question. I guess we'll just have to keep on living. What else can we do?
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[That Eleanor bit, on the other hand...]
Saber has planned to copy several maps of the administrator floors for future use. And I've decided to join her on that, proactive as it sounds. Some of us want some closure, and me, answers. I don't know much about this tower, but it's not where we belong.
That's what I think, anyway. Heh, strange, right?
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[She looks intrigued by the idea of the map, and leans forward. The interest is plain to see on her face.]
They were able to take maps of the lower levels with them when we went down there a few months ago? Or, are they working on them from memory?
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I met Saber and she brought it up, asking if I was interested. Heh, I'll give you three guesses as to what I said.
[Mr. Walker seemed to lighten up a bit.]
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[She smiles. Staying occupied in a place like this is infinitely better than having nothing to do and just spending the days wondering when the next awful thing was going to happen.]
I'd offer to help, but... I didn't see a whole lot down there. Mostly just Jason's laboratory... but I, um. Died, when we ran into a bunch of retrieval units. So I didn't see much else...
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Well it's more than just writing down what you remember.
[Allen shows a small smile.] But I'm personally glad you found where the lab is. Then those of us who were brainwashed can take back what was lost.
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[She's remembering what else they saw in there. Those cameras - sure, they could see, but did he have something to pick up sound too? Was it safe to be talking about this?]
He keeps an eye on things from there, too. It's more than just operating tables and stuff like that. He might not keep the really important stuff there.
are you feeling better?
[This was intriguing to Allen. If so, then why let them break in if they know it's coming?] That says a lot about the administrators, doesn't it?
I don't suppose I have to ask to know if you're still in.
Much better, thanks! c:
[That's for your benefit, Jason, just in case you're listening in. A moment passes, and Sheba smiles.]
You don't have to ask. The answer will always be "yes."
Horay!
...do you have a habit of repeating what others say sometimes? Because you just did right there.
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Whatever's going on in here, if there's something I can do to help, I want to. Plain and simple.
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[Tim sat down--as much as a thing without a definitive rear end can sit--on Sheba's shoulder and flapped its wings once.]
...I never did tell you how I got this, did I? [Allen raised his left hand, his weapon. It didn't have a white glove or anything to conceal its inhuman, dark, misshapen appearance.] In a way, it made me exactly who I am now. Ironic what a weapon can create sometimes, isn't it?
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[Thankfully, she hasn't gotten so curious that she's simply looked into his mind. She studies his arm curiously, then looks up at him.]
Yes, it's very ironic. So... how did you get it?
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To be honest, the short version is...
[Allen smiled his biggest.]
...I have no idea how or why I got it, actually!
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[And Sheba just stares.]
And the long version?
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It's been with me since I could even remember, in the streets of London. I traveled with my father and his circus troupe until--
[The memory flashed at the speed of light. Claws. A scream. Then blood. And then nothing.]
--he died one day, turned into the very monster this weapon was designed to hunt and destroy. After that, my road in life was set--I became a member of the Black Order, an Exorcist. We're the only ones who can use these weapons and we don't even know why. [Allen Walker turned the hand a bit, showing the cross that was on it to Sheba and yet to no one and turned it back again.]
Oh, sorry. I guess that's not very long, either. It just has all the boring stuff cut out. *smile*
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[And it's not an emergency - there's no life-or-death need to know what's in his mind - so she doesn't bother to call on her Psynergy. Instead, she studies his arm for a few moments.]
I'm sorry, though, about your father. It sounds like it definitely wasn't easy. [Could she ever strike down Faran, even if he became a monster? She's not sure. And he's not even really her father. To have to be the one to strike down a blood relative like that... it must have hurt, she thinks.]
So that's what you were doing before you were brought here? You were an Exorcist, hunting monsters?
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[The word "father" brings something to mind...As Allen's eyes trailed away to a farther gravestone that he didn't need a magic eye to see the name on it:]
Mana...
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...Allen... are you alright?
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[But her voice brings him back to the world of the conscious easy enough.] Hm? Oh, heh, sorry, I think I almost dozed off a bit there.
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[But if he doesn't want to tell her what he saw, she can't force him to. Her expression softens into a small smile.]
But... okay.
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Don't worry about me, I'm alright. I've also gotten my old earrings back...well, I guess they're new to you, and they're better than the ones I had on before. [They shine a brilliant gold, and may well be genuine.] What do you think? I don't look like a girl, do I?
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[Sheba reaches out to brush a fingertip along the bottom edge of one of the earrings, then flashes Allen a mischievous smile.]
They make you look way girlier than I do! You should give them to me. ...no, I'm just kidding. But they do look good on you. How did you get them? [There's something in her tone of voice that implies that she's asking about how he got them in the first place, not how he got them here in the Tower.]
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*deadpan* Ha. Ha. Ha.
[He resumed a normal look.] Not like they're all that special. I got them while I was out traveling. One good thing about being an Exorcist is that you don't ever have to worry about finances ever again, heh.
[And that's right. For better or for worse. Of course, Allen can always just swindle people out of their money in a game of high stakes poker. Being in one place too long with that sort of reputation would be...unhealthy.]
[Allen's head craned.] Although I don't think they'd look bad on you, either.
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[She leans back on her heels and examines the earrings again.] You think so? I don't know. They'd look better on you. [Besides, wearing earrings wasn't the smartest of ideas when your go-to method of fighting involves the wind. Her attacks often had the wind going at such speeds that anything in her ears would be ripped out. Talk about painful.] Do you have much jewelry, Allen? Or... did you, before coming here?
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Aaaand fade out?
The curtain falls...