Claudia Hortensia Kotomine [AU: Master] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2013-05-02 02:11 pm
sicharia) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-02 02:11 pm
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Characters: Claudia and OPEN
Date: Through the end of April to the beginning of May
Setting: Floor 101, Floor 100, Floor 69, various
Format: Action preferred
Summary: Claudia looks for a place to pray
Warnings: None yet
Floor 101
[This is a nice floor, she thinks. Pretty. She wanders through it aimlessly, her fingertips brushing against the hanging plants here and there. If one were to pay attention to her manner, they would see she isn't; her expression is distracted, Claudia absorbed in her own thoughts. Perhaps drifting away into her own mind isn't the safest thing to do in a place like this, but at the moment, she isn't thinking about being safe.]
[Eventually, she comes to a decision, her gazing shifting to more focused as she does so. She'll pray, just as she always does when her heart is troubled and in need of guidance. She just needs to find a place to do so.]
Floor 100
[Claudia spends exactly two minutes on this floor before she makes for the exit. Her eye is wet.]
Various Floors
[She picks her way through an assortment of floors, trying to find ones that are both benign and largely overlooked. It's a little difficult, seeing as she is purposefully avoiding both the cathedral and the meadow found in the lower parts of the Tower. The latter isn't a place she wants to revisit right now, and as for the former—]
[Well, she doesn't want to pray in a cathedral built by the sort of people who would do what the administrators have done. That's all.]
Floor 69
[This is the floor she settles on. It actually feels peaceful here, and peace of mind is exactly what she's after, isn't it? It's a little strange, walking on clouds this way, but at the same time, it's almost enjoyable. It makes her recall the kinds of things she imagined as a child, when she thought about what heaven must be like.]
[It would be easy miss her pale skin and fair hair amongst all the white, and especially when she has knelt in prayer, so it's a good thing her dress is dark in color. Even more so when she doesn't want to move.]
Date: Through the end of April to the beginning of May
Setting: Floor 101, Floor 100, Floor 69, various
Format: Action preferred
Summary: Claudia looks for a place to pray
Warnings: None yet
Floor 101
[This is a nice floor, she thinks. Pretty. She wanders through it aimlessly, her fingertips brushing against the hanging plants here and there. If one were to pay attention to her manner, they would see she isn't; her expression is distracted, Claudia absorbed in her own thoughts. Perhaps drifting away into her own mind isn't the safest thing to do in a place like this, but at the moment, she isn't thinking about being safe.]
[Eventually, she comes to a decision, her gazing shifting to more focused as she does so. She'll pray, just as she always does when her heart is troubled and in need of guidance. She just needs to find a place to do so.]
Floor 100
[Claudia spends exactly two minutes on this floor before she makes for the exit. Her eye is wet.]
Various Floors
[She picks her way through an assortment of floors, trying to find ones that are both benign and largely overlooked. It's a little difficult, seeing as she is purposefully avoiding both the cathedral and the meadow found in the lower parts of the Tower. The latter isn't a place she wants to revisit right now, and as for the former—]
[Well, she doesn't want to pray in a cathedral built by the sort of people who would do what the administrators have done. That's all.]
Floor 69
[This is the floor she settles on. It actually feels peaceful here, and peace of mind is exactly what she's after, isn't it? It's a little strange, walking on clouds this way, but at the same time, it's almost enjoyable. It makes her recall the kinds of things she imagined as a child, when she thought about what heaven must be like.]
[It would be easy miss her pale skin and fair hair amongst all the white, and especially when she has knelt in prayer, so it's a good thing her dress is dark in color. Even more so when she doesn't want to move.]
Floor 100
He steps off the stairs, looking around at the empty house in Meridian. It wasn't really the house he missed most, it was who he lived with. What he saw as the couch was right by the stairs, the couch where they'd rested by the fire together, laughed and ate and shared stories of the past, talked seriously about their future...
Enoch reached out with his left hand, curled into a fist, knowing it would go straight through the back of the couch. But he opened it to press his palm against the wall beyond anyway, and sighed at the illusion.*
If only I could will you into reality- hm?
*There was someone else exiting rather quickly, and Enoch had to step aside to avoid tripping her.*
...I know. This place is painful.
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[The words tumble out of her mouth even as she likewise sidesteps, the movement a little clumsy in her hurry. She glances upward to study his face just momentarily, and then she bows her head, staring at her hands where they're clasped in front of her skirt.]
It's—
[She blurts the word out, then goes silent. It takes her a moment, but when she starts again, she's at least a little more composed.]
It's a little cruel, isn't it?
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I'm afraid I'm not charitable enough to give them the benefit of a doubt now. [She glances backward, toward the scenery behind her.] Unfortunately, this place isn't one I could return to, even if I did manage to go back home.
[She looks back to him, slowly shifting her weight to one foot to the other as she considers what to say.]
Can you—see it?
[The sight of her old home is clear to her, and she isn't sure if she's comfortable having it projected for all to see.]
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*And given Sola's story...even if everything were to be restored...it wouldn't be much different from living in Animus, would it? Sola had died that night, and a new, bloodthirsty caretaker would have taken her place.
If it was restored...Enoch would have to ensure everyone escaped there...perhaps using Animus resources as well, if he could.*
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He turns away from the vision of an empty house and begins walking back to the stairs, himself. He won't make any effort to follow her if she moves on. He'd already inadvertently brought up a bad memory for her...*
I'm really sorry for the delay!
[Well, so long as she has the chance...]
I'm sorry. I was so caught up in—all that that I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Claudia Kotomine.