towerofanimus | ⌐ First Hymn: Waking Up in Strange Beds ¬

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.]

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[For a moment, Ion is thrown off at the question, but his confused expression clears. Someone must have told her about the different timelines that people get pulled from (and he wouldn't have been the least surprised if that certain someone was Asch). It made sense.]

Van was defeated at the Absorption Gate. Since then...not much happened. It had been relatively quiet. [He pauses as he considers his explanation.] At least on my end, anyway. It was nearly a month between that and me waking up here.

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[Of course... This was before Mohs and Anise and...his grand gesture to her and Luke. And he's right in assuming it was Asch who told her. He was such a little ray of sunshine, right?]

For me, Van's first defeat was nearly three months ago. We'd...we were headed to Eldrant to fight him for the final time when I woke up here.

Eldrant...?

[Ion looked confused, and rightly so. He didn't, couldn't have, known anything about what Tear was saying. It was simple enough for him to understand this. She had quite plainly, after all, given a measure of their time displacement. But, still, it was disorienting to be told.]

But...I thought Van perished.

[The man had fallen into the Planetary Core, after all. That wasn't exactly something one could just get up and walk away from.]

[She manages to keep her face blank, but just barely.]

We all thought that. Except, when he fell into the core, he used Yulia's Fonic Hymns to keep himself alive and absorb Lorelei into his body. All of the God-Generals lived, even Sync. [Tear didn't know how she was going to explain to the Fon Master that Arietta was dead because of a grudge between the pink-haired God-General and Anise over him. If she could avoid it, she didn't want to tell him.]

[Ion visibly softens, relief etched in his features.]

I see. That's...comforting. [He sighs, looking apologetic.] I'm sorry, I know I probably shouldn't be saying that. I know how much trouble they were causing for everyone...but still, I...

[Ion looks at the ground.]

...I didn't want anyone to die. [Especially not Sync. Not after what he had learned about the other replica.]

[She understands his feelings. Of course she does. But she doesn't share them. Van alive meant dangerous things for the planet and the people on it. But she knows where Ion is coming from.]

I-I suppose that it's only natural that we were all slightly relieved that our...people we know aren't dead, but, Fon Master... Van's plans are slowly killing the planet. Or, they were, before I woke up here.

...I know. [They had to die. People had to die. It was the way of the world. As long as there was conflict...and there would always be conflict...there would be sacrifice to accompany it.] Van won't change his ideals. Because of that...there are no other options.

[The planet needed to be save. A few corrupt lives were a small price to pay in order to save the lives of countless innocents. But just because Ion accepted this as an inevitable truth didn't mean he could simply condone violence and warfare.]

But for now, while we're here...[The Fon Master does his best to smile.]...there are more pressing matters to concern ourselves with.

Van....[She sighed as she said her brother's name.] I-I will never give up hope that Vandesdelca will see reason. I hope that is true, more than anyone understands, but I am a realist as well, Fon Master. Vandesdelca believes he is right and that his way is the only way.

[Ion's smile is as painful as it is brittle to her eyes.]

Yes, I believe it is more important that we deal with the matters at hand. How have you held up since your arrival?

[And at her question, surely his smile only becomes more and more strained as he thinks of the best way to answer.]

I've... [Narrowly avoided an emotional breakdown. Been forced to feel the beginnings of an identity crisis.] ...been holding up as well as I can. This place is hard on the nerves, but I don't want anyone to have to worry about me.

[Not when they had their own lives to worry about. That was more important than looking after a young, frail replica. Back on Auldrant, after all, he could be replaced.]

[All she could imagine was the pale smiling face of this same boy as Luke held him and Tear held his hand. The way he'd been willing to sacrifice his own life to help them on their journey, the way he'd been a sort of emotional anchor for her, Anise and Natalia most of the time. If Luke, Guy and Jade had been the arm of the group, Anise the spirt, and she and Natalia the rationale, Ion had been the heart. And it had been harder but no less important to carry on after he'd died.]

Fon Master, your friends will worry about your safety as well, no matter what happens. That's the nature of friendship. Regardless of the fact that you are a replica, you are still the only seventh Ion, the only one I was friends with.

⌐ First Hymn: Waking Up in Strange Beds ¬

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Sorry for my slowness ;u;

No apologies necessary.

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Also sorry for the lateness of this one, too dfkgbskdfg

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