⌐ First Hymn: Waking Up in Strange Beds ¬

[mysterical]

Characters: Tear and You!
Setting: Dormitory levels, and then the first floor, third floor and the 101st floor.
Format: Preference for action spam.
Summary: Tear’s arrival to Animus!
Warnings: Um, an unhappy soldier?

Room 1-07 (Closed to Roommates)
[Hello, roommates, have a newbie! Tear’s just waking up… And she’s got some issues. First of all, she's not back in Yulia City. Second of all, WHO CHANGED HER CLOTHES! And third, she's got this collar on. She's not into this kinky stuff. So...

She's going to scramble around until she sees the note. She carefully reads it over a few times.]

Impossible! Auldrant's gone? Who is playing this cruel joke? Where are Anise and Natalia, because if they've put me in this ridiculous outfit for Peony's entertainment, when we've got our trip to Eldrant to take care of...Yulia help me I will smack them both.

First floor cafeteria
[Tear is looking over the menu for this strange place now that she's dressed in her OWN clothes again. On one hand, it reminds her a little of the Oracle Headquarters at the cathedral in Daath, but there is something innately sinister in the entire place's atmosphere.]

Hm, while none of these sound particularly bad, the flower theme's a little daunting [She's not talking to anyone in general. Just out loud.]

Third Floor Library
[Now that Tear has some down time, she's going to curl up with a good book and try to relax. She's currently browsing the historical novels to see what is there. The titles are interesting to her, but it takes a second of staring for the words to translate into the Fonic Alphabet she's been used to.

This entire place is going to take some getting used to for her. No Auldrant. Ripped away from her friends and her grandfather. No idea when or if she can even get out of this place. In reality, if she wasn't trying to still process everything, she might cry.]

What is this Pride and Prejudice? Is it any good?

Floor 101
[Unlike the beautiful meadow on the 25th floor, Tear feels completely alone as she stands in the midst of the hanging gardens. If you come upon her, you will only find her staring out in the vast open sky, not moving, not talking, not singing. Just staring with a blank expression on her face.]

Comments

library

[justiceerror]

[It's been a while for him, since he saw a library. He was scoping it out as well, just checking to see what kind of books these humans read. Fascinating, really. And upon further inspection, heading down the rows of books, he saw someone talking about that particular book.]

I wonder... do you enjoy romance novels? I heard that's what this one is...

Hello, new person!

[mysterical]

[Tear's never seen a library this large. Not even Emperor Peony or King Ingobert have quite an impressive collection of stories as this Tower has managed to accumulate. Her hand is on the one she's asked about when she turns to face the person who spoke to her, expression neutral.]

I wouldn't know. I've never had the opportunity to just read for fun before. The library worker, Tohko said it was a "coming of age" story.

hello! hope you don't mind new peoples ;w;

[justiceerror]

Heehh....

[not like he's ever read it either, his knowledge of books comes from that foolish moron he was forced to take after, almost all of his memories came from the original Battler. what a cruel joke.

the man turns to the other books, his hand reaching out as his fingers glide over the backs of the books.]

And what sort of story is that supposed to be...? Growing up and accepting responsibilities? How interesting...

Not really, but she's not the warmest person.

[mysterical]

I suppose so. There's some sort of romantic aspect as well. I've never read anything like this before.

that's fine, he's most flexible

[justiceerror]

I see I see... are you someone that enjoys romance?

[it's an interesting concept to him, but something he'll never understand.]

[mysterical]

I've never had the time to sit and indulge in such frivolousness, to be honest. There was always something to be done.

[Please ignore the tiny blush on her cheeks. She is not thinking about a certain redhead. Nope. Not at all.]

[justiceerror]

Heehh.... quite the busy woman then.

[Battler moves to grab a book now, opening it up to a random page, missing the blush on her face.]

...May I ask something? What does it take for something to become romantic?

[mysterical]

Yes, I suppose so, though at first, I was no busier than any other member of the Oracle Knights. [Certainly not as busy as her brother and the God-Generals.]

I-I don't know. I think it's just something one is. I believe it entails doing things for those you care about that can be construed as having designs on being with them solely as a life partner/spouse. But don't take my word as absolute.

[justiceerror]

Oracle Knights...? And what is that exactly?

[...someone is? well, he'll never understand that in that case, he was created for other purposes, never to love.]

Hmm.... love is something all humans strive for, is it not? To share in those moments, to not be alone. That is most amusing to think about.

[mysterical]

The Oracle Knights are...were...the military branch of the Order of Lorelei. And before you ask, that was the religion for most of my planet. My older brother...he was the highest ranking member, the Commandant. I-I was just a Locrian Sergeant, a Melodist, in the Ninth Intelligence Division.

[Wow, she didn't think that talking about that would be so strange. It wasn't even anything personal. Not really.]

How is love amusing? It's a human emotion. Perhaps the hardest to decipher, but it is still something important to every person alive.

[justiceerror]

Mmm.... isn't it.... that religion often causes such disputes and hardships? Ah, I was never one that understood all that, being surrounded by witches... they have other beliefs.

[he was curious all the same however.]

...If it something that humans have, I cannot understand it... however much I may want to. Furniture cannot become human.... such a tragedy.

[mysterical]

I wouldn't know about how religions of other worlds might cause issues. I just know how my world had a problem due to its heavy reliance on something they saw as absolute when it was never meant to be taken that way.

[This person was really confusing, to be honest.]

What do you mean furniture?

[justiceerror]

[don't worry, he confuses a lot of people.]

Mm... I suppose in the realm of witches there is no religion, only rules that must be followed, magic that is assigned to certain people after having achieved greatness. But with humans, well... I've heard it can get messy.

...How does one explain furniture? They are.... servants, just something their master uses, maybe even to sit on just like a chair. Furniture cannot become human, do you understand?

[mysterical]

[The first part of his comment is brushed aside for the second part.]

That's horrible! You are a person, no matter what your class or station is! To be treated like that is...despicable.

[justiceerror]

What if you were just created?

[his words are muttered, low and unforgiving. he's never too sure what to think about himself. of course, he's just a copy of that idiotic fool, he'll never be human.]

What if you're nothing more than a shadow of someone else...? My memories are not my own, neither is this appearance... aahh... no no, I am not human, even though I strive to understand what a human goes through. I don't think I'll ever understand, not even after reading all of these books personally.

[mysterical]

NO!

[This is far too close to the conversations she and the others had with Luke after he learned he was a replica.]

You're not this other person! You're yourself! Just because you're a replica of someone else doesn't negate your own humanity. You're alive, aren't you?

1/2

[justiceerror]

[...well, that catches him off guard, especially that kind of answer and the way she's being so forceful about it. obviously, there must be something else behind her words here, why she would become so... well, emotional about this.

but for once, the man looks stunned, he's staring at her, his crimson eyes growing wide and he seems speechless for a moment.]

[justiceerror]

[...but then he blinks, his expression becoming much more stern, his usual sadistic smirk no where to be found.]

I might be alive but.... are you so certain about that? I was meant to be him after all....

[mysterical]

[She shakes her head violently.]

My world has replicas. They were created, but that doesn't negate the fact that they feel, they breathe, they hurt, they live! You are a human being, no matter what you were led to believe. And there are no replacements for people. The connections you make with others are your own, not someone else's.

[justiceerror]

[at those words, for her to say that he's a human bring... he looks down for a moment, then back at her. he brings his hand out in front of himself, and a swirl of dark magic engulfs his hand. he stares at it, the dark purple glow around him continues before he balls his hand into a fist, dispelling whatever magic he just used.]

I possess powers no human should ever have.... am I still human? [one thing's for sure though, this girl does interest him with how she's talking about this kind of topic.]

[mysterical]

[As she saw him gather and dismiss his power, her resolve only grew stronger.]

Yes. There are two...three, of my companions here that could destroy whole towns with their power, who helped save our world with that same power, and they are all humans. Having power isn't what makes one inhuman. It's what you do with it that shows your humanity.

Besides, I have my own power and I am every inch a person, a human being.

[justiceerror]

[....hm.

he moves to put his hands in his pockets, staring at her with an expressionless face before his smile slowly returns.]

....You are one interesting human being then. I am intrigued.

What a conversation we've had and I still don't even know your name. I'm... [he pauses.] ...I'm referred to as Battler, however that is also the name of the person I'm expected to be, to look like- the original. If you wish to call me that as well then go right ahead.

Unless you find that wrong as well.

[mysterical]

Hello, Battler. [She ignored the way he referred to himself. It reminded her far too much of the way Luke reacted after he found out that he was a replica of Asch.] I am Tear, Tear Grants.

[justiceerror]

Tear.... well, I've taken quite a liking to this conversation we've had, even what you had to say on it-

I wish to talk with you more in the future. [that isn't a lie either, he's a rather lonely being and with the way he's programmed to think, how he loves killing, well.... it only adds to his loneliness.]

[mysterical]

[She flushes a bit at the way he says her name. No one has ever said it quite that way.]

This conversation wasn't unpleasant. I would be willing to talk to you again.