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towerofanimus2013-05-10 11:53 pm
expeditive) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-10 11:53 pm
Entry tags:
1st what the fuck
Characters: Sync and whoever can muster the will to be bothered.
Setting: room 1-10, floor one, floor three, floor thirteen
Format: Prose. Will follow to match!
Summary: Hey, he just woke up and he may be crazy. This letter is stupid so let's go not socialise, maybe.
Warnings: Inferring a minor getting undressed? Greatness that is intro post blandness? Tales of the Abyss 'spoilers.' That's pretty much it.
- ROOM 1-10
Whatever the fuck he woke up to wearing had been cast aside on the floor. Save for the collar, of course, as it was insisting on being an accessory that had to be included. Whatever. Things had to be taken on one at a time and he was already pulling his arms through sleeves he recognised. Not that it was to be considered anything of a plus side, naturally.
With pulling on a glove, he sat himself on the edge of what was to be considered his bed. If things truly wanted to look up any further, he'd be dead. On such a subject matter, there was thought that had been devoted to one particular letter out of two. The earlier train was skewed but it did not take time for him to arrive to his decision. Why the hell would he be stupid enough to believe that place suddenly ceased to exist? Because some paper told him?
He fell back on the bed while his body began to shake with laughter.
- FLOOR ONE: CAFETERIA
Not with much of an expression of disgust as much as it was merely why. Plain oatmeal was better than many other things out there but why was it absolutely required for it to be their first meal? Surely it wasn't him merely over thinking.
An elbow was rested on the table with his hand supporting his chin all the while he mindlessly looked his spoon over. Well, it wasn't like it actually mattered if something did result from eating the lumpy oatmeal besides being able to move on to possibly less satisfying foods.
- FLOOR THREE
It had been pointless to expect anymore than what he had found. Things were not going to be set down simply nor was someone going to hold his hand to finding any sort of hints. He could find things for his own damn self. The only mistake that had been made was the idea of finding any leads. Something that could be considered a scheme obviously had people taking good care of it with leaving nothing behind.
Who would be stupid to print out anything that would be relative to all of this if they were actually involved?
Couldn't say it 'hurt' to 'try.' At the very least, he had stopped to pull a particular book that had some potential of being interesting. In the old fashioned way of library logic, a few books would end up on the floor with having lost some balance that the pulled book had provided mere moments ago. He would not be bothered by them. No, he merely busied himself with opening the book he had in his own hands.
- FLOOR THIRTEEN
He stood at the back end of the aisle. There was nothing in him that could define the particular scene as charming. Of course he would find such a place! No one had said it but someone had to know. It was choosing to be set up in such a fashion. Nothing called a coincidence could be found here. Things were indistinct but that made them all the more fucking grating. That was the idea in mind, wasn't it?
Instead of merely walking down the aisle, he around the last set of pews as to approach a window. All the while things are threatening to pull a nerve, it was pointless to get worked up about it. That was right, he was still what he was and everything was altogether something different. A fist would be balled up and lifted. Instead of punching the glass, however, he merely pressed his knuckles against the window.
Tiresome, yes.
Setting: room 1-10, floor one, floor three, floor thirteen
Format: Prose. Will follow to match!
Summary: Hey, he just woke up and he may be crazy. This letter is stupid so let's go not socialise, maybe.
Warnings: Inferring a minor getting undressed? Greatness that is intro post blandness? Tales of the Abyss 'spoilers.' That's pretty much it.
- ROOM 1-10
Whatever the fuck he woke up to wearing had been cast aside on the floor. Save for the collar, of course, as it was insisting on being an accessory that had to be included. Whatever. Things had to be taken on one at a time and he was already pulling his arms through sleeves he recognised. Not that it was to be considered anything of a plus side, naturally.
With pulling on a glove, he sat himself on the edge of what was to be considered his bed. If things truly wanted to look up any further, he'd be dead. On such a subject matter, there was thought that had been devoted to one particular letter out of two. The earlier train was skewed but it did not take time for him to arrive to his decision. Why the hell would he be stupid enough to believe that place suddenly ceased to exist? Because some paper told him?
He fell back on the bed while his body began to shake with laughter.
- FLOOR ONE: CAFETERIA
Not with much of an expression of disgust as much as it was merely why. Plain oatmeal was better than many other things out there but why was it absolutely required for it to be their first meal? Surely it wasn't him merely over thinking.
An elbow was rested on the table with his hand supporting his chin all the while he mindlessly looked his spoon over. Well, it wasn't like it actually mattered if something did result from eating the lumpy oatmeal besides being able to move on to possibly less satisfying foods.
- FLOOR THREE
It had been pointless to expect anymore than what he had found. Things were not going to be set down simply nor was someone going to hold his hand to finding any sort of hints. He could find things for his own damn self. The only mistake that had been made was the idea of finding any leads. Something that could be considered a scheme obviously had people taking good care of it with leaving nothing behind.
Who would be stupid to print out anything that would be relative to all of this if they were actually involved?
Couldn't say it 'hurt' to 'try.' At the very least, he had stopped to pull a particular book that had some potential of being interesting. In the old fashioned way of library logic, a few books would end up on the floor with having lost some balance that the pulled book had provided mere moments ago. He would not be bothered by them. No, he merely busied himself with opening the book he had in his own hands.
- FLOOR THIRTEEN
He stood at the back end of the aisle. There was nothing in him that could define the particular scene as charming. Of course he would find such a place! No one had said it but someone had to know. It was choosing to be set up in such a fashion. Nothing called a coincidence could be found here. Things were indistinct but that made them all the more fucking grating. That was the idea in mind, wasn't it?
Instead of merely walking down the aisle, he around the last set of pews as to approach a window. All the while things are threatening to pull a nerve, it was pointless to get worked up about it. That was right, he was still what he was and everything was altogether something different. A fist would be balled up and lifted. Instead of punching the glass, however, he merely pressed his knuckles against the window.
Tiresome, yes.
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It was only when he seemed to find something that interested him that she stood up and walked over slowly, carefully. Her last meeting with the green-haired boy hadn't gone quite the way anyone had wished and she didn't want to make him uneasy in an already hostile environment.
"I never took you for a lover of historical novels, Sync," she said softly, recognizing the name on the cover of the book as one she'd passed up in reading material.
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There was no reason to look up from whatever the fuck he had been looking at. He recognised the voice too well. Was he supposed to be grateful that someone was being so casual or find the need to humour her and laugh?
The book was snapped shut and pushed back onto the shelf that was possibly not the correct spot in which he found it in. But he would look at the other at that point even with continuing to feel not too impressed.
"Someone touches something and you assume they love it."
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Although, the fact that this particular replica had spent more time with Van and was told the truth of his existence really did explain why he was so bitter, so...abrasive.
"Then what is that you enjoy? I never really understood what drove you back on Auldrant."
She didn't really expect much of anything from the God-General. She just was using this as a situation to gather information for later. She might even be able to share it with the others of her group.
Floor 13
Of the person that she betrayed in the worst way possible.
Still, she can't bring herself to just keep walking when she sees this floor. Maybe it's... supposed to be like this. A reminder. Maybe, maybe, maybe. She doesn't really notice that her footsteps make no significant sound as she slowly makes her way down the aisle of pews.
Something catches her eye - the green of Sync's hair, out of place against the religious backdrop. She stares at him as he brings his hand up to the window, her expression one of complete and utter shock.
"How..?"
The utterance is half-whispered. The acoustics of this room are all wrong for her to really be heard, but right now it's all she can manage. She watched him die. She hadn't been fast enough to keep him from disappearing...
How could he be here now?
She's not really aware of her own actions, even as she runs to him, reaches for his arm to see if he's tangible, if he's real... Or if this is just another nightmare, tormenting her with reminders of all the people she hadn't been able to save.
Re: Floor 13
It only went further to show that the world he was familiar with was still existing. Hell, even his own being was too much. With there being some source of knowledge from that one world, the world was not gone. There was never a doubt in his mind that Auldrant had been destroyed, however. That was not originally what he had thought, however. He was pretty sure the damn place was still moving on with time.
Sync straightened after he avoided the girl's hand. The expression made a fairly decent welcoming party. That girl made herself so easily open to things. With being in this tower or whatever... they had nothing to do with each other. There was something lacking. He was not on track with something that he had been assigned to do. Truly, there was nothing. It was how things should have been. And yet he was alive.
A smile flickered on his face all the while putting on a teasing tone, "Oh, Anise, I didn't think you'd miss me so much."
Re: Floor 13
She wants to punch him. Or have Tokunaga do it - but no, hitting him herself would be so much more satisfying. She knows he's fast, though. She knows he would probably just dodge it, just like he dodged get hand moments before. On second thought... She doesn't care. She goes for it anyway, balling her hand into fists and aiming two punches at his chest, one right after another.
She never thought she would be so relieved to see someone she hated so much standing in front of her. Well - maybe hate wasn't the right word. She didn't think she could ever hate someone with Ion's face, no matter how much malice twisted it.
"Sync, you... You idiot! That's all you have to say?! I watched you die--"
Her voice breaks at the word. For her, the memory is still very fresh. It happened only hours ago, if she hadn't slept long in the strange new room that she was apparently sharing, now.
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Any moment of self pleasure brought on by how pathetic Anise was behaving was easily snatched away just as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Die<. You watched me die."
That was a fucking splendid story. One thing was not connecting to another and there was a blank spot in between to have shit make proper sense. He would step down from the bench so that he was properly standing on the floor.
"I last saw that pudgy face of yours in Chesedonia and I was fucking alive. Still am even with how unfortunate that is."
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"That was ages ago. Are you trying to tell me you don't remember Eldrant?"
She should kick him. Right in the kneecap - she'd like to see him jump up onto a pew then. But some small part of her knows it wouldn't solve anything, would probably just make things worse, so she manages to restrain herself and settles for just glaring at him and imagining all the things she'd like to do to him if there wouldn't be any consequences.
Anger is, in some ways, easier to manage than sorrow. If she can keep herself angry then maybe she can get through this.
LIBRARY LET'S GO
Say a word about the romance novel tucked under his arm an Ash will end you, Sync. He was putting it back, anyway.]
You too, then.
[Great. Just what he needed. Note to self: make Guy's life hell tomorrow and for the foreseeable future under he gets that curse slot removed.
The book gets slid into a shelf, because Asch is not a worthless douchebag who leaves books on the floor, and then the redhead is looking down at his "comrade" over folded arms.]
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You've gotten better with your greetings, Asch.
[Sync looked up from the book that was failing to be of interest despite all the precious credit he initially gave it for. That isn't even able to be addressed as a shame. Not all things are capable of making themselves useful, after all.
Even with closing the book, he continues to hold it as he takes a step over the little mess that Asch is being so kind as to clean up.]
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[Because there's no pretending like they ever really liked each other. They happened to have been obeying the same orders, except even that isn't the case anymore. They're just two people from the same world who once worked together, and also annoyed the shit out of each other.
Which is why Sync isn't getting the full lecture like Asch gave Tear. The kid can figure it all out for himself.]
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Of course not. I'm sure you're proud to be saying that all on your own.
[Asch isn't someone Sync regards as the most stable being when left to handle things on his own. But it is clear from the other's tone that he knows things.]
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[Zinging at the two year old replica? Really, Asch? You're a douchebag, seriously. It's probably more evidence that he's not very stable right now, though.
If you want anything out of him, Sync, you're going to have to suck up your pride and ask. Not that you give enough of a shit.]
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[That does get a chuckle out of him.]
You finally gained a sense of humour.
[The book he was holding would be placed on a shelf. What were the pros and the cons to this particular situation. To say the least, the cons are much too overwhelming. It isn't enough to gain much of anything. He does have other plans in mind.
I didn't think you were capable of growing the fuck up.
[Sync turns his back and is going to be on his way.]
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[Congrats, Sync, you got something of a rise out of him. There's a barely restrained desire to punch you in the jaw, which is just the perfect height for punching anyway.
He manages, somehow, instead latching onto that last barb - ]
Too much to think you ever will.
Floor Thirteen
When he arrived...well, he would have dropped his staff if he had it with him.
He wasn't expecting to see another familiar face there. Not that he could necessarily say he was pleased or displeased. Just...startlingly surprised and overcome. In fact, Ion felt as if he was thinking so hard about the young teen standing by one of the windows that his mind practically shut down and went blank.
That would certainly explain, anyway, why he spoke so brazenly when he normally would have used more caution. But...still...
"Sync..."
The last time he had seen the other replica, it had been to discover who he was, and try to encourage him...only to watch Sync throw himself to his death.
"You're...you're alive." He sounded stunned. And why wouldn't he be? How could Ion even imagine that Sync had survived? It seemed impossible--should have been impossible--and yet...
"I'm glad." He said it quietly, so he heard it himself. And really...he was. He was relieved. But Ion didn't smile. He couldn't bring it to his face. Not under such conditions.
Floor 13
Or at least, she seems like an angel. Pure white feathery wings and a gentle smile on her face.
"Good morning. Are you alright?"
In this place, it's 'are you alright' and not 'how are you', since the second rarely receives positive answers.
cafeteria;
[ That giggle didn't sound innocent, but apparently Evatrice doesn't bother to even hide it. Instead she stands right in front of the table where he's sitting with the oatmeal, grinning widely. ]