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Characters: Luke fon Fabre, Nanako Dojima, Pit, and YOU
Setting: Various locations; see below.
Format: Starting action, reply as you wish.
Summary: Catch all post for all of my characters, because they're all trying to recover from last month at once. Please specify who you're responding to and where.
Warnings: Drone death, angst, and Pit being a freaking dork.

Pit
May 1st, Room 4-18

[Pit was rubbing at his eyes, still half asleep from being put under since getting out of the Dark World. Despite still being out of it, the only thing he could think of was getting to his double's room, to see if he was okay, and hopefully by the time he finished crying and yelling at him, he'd be awake enough to punch him.]

May 6th, Floor Seventy-Seven

[Now that Pit's caught up on the goings on of the Tower? He needed to get himself ready for the fights that were obviously going to come. He wasn't going to do that by training, by working out, or by making sure his weapons were in good working order.]

HOT SPRING!!!

[...hope you weren't in the sauna, because Pit just did a massive canon ball into the water, cloths, sandals, and all.]

Nanako Dojima
May 4th, Floor One Hundred and One

[Nanako hasn't been able to return to her room since Ken died.]

[She has been hiding in the gardens for a long time, mostly because it was the only floor she felt safe in. A lot of times she woke up, she found herself back in her room, but she scurried back to the gardens before anyone else woke up. She was so tired and stressed out from it all, that often times she found herself nodding off during the day.]

[She hated this place... she hated everything about it, and she wanted to go home.]

May 9th, Floor Twenty-Six

[Nanako was standing alone in the middle of the morgue, finally able to pull herself away from the gardens above. She didn't know what she was supposed to do... she wanted to cry and scream, but at the same time, she knew she couldn't do that. There would be no point.]

[After a moment, she curled her arms around herself, sinking to the floor.]

Daddy... I want to go home... Mommy, help me...

Luke fon Fabre
May 10th, Room 3-14

[You could probably hear Luke whining from outside the door, followed by loud "Mieu mieu"s in response. An irritable groan followed, along with the most... awkward conversation ever.]

C'mon! I'm not wearing that!

Mieu! Miemiemieuu!

But the admins gave it to me! I don't want it!

Mieuuuuuu!!!

All right! All right! Get off of my head!!!

[It's a moment before Luke comes out of the room, wearing a new outfit, and looking absolutely sullen about it. He paused to glare at whomever decided to stop and listen outside the door.]

...what are you looking at?

May 11th, All over the Tower

[...okay, so maybe he liked the outfit they gave him.]

[Luke was trying to keep himself busy in the Tower, trying to take his mind off of last month. He's been helping lay out chips, and if you're lucky you might be able to catch him on the meadow, media, dormitories, and forest floors doing that. But it's not enough to really get his mind off of what happened, and all the drones following people around? Really doesn't help him at all; there isn't anywhere he's gone in the tower he hasn't been able to see them, and it just got to him more and more. Every time he sees one, he feels the guilt from what he was forced to do hit him in the chest again and again...]

[Finally, he snapped.]

[He was passing by the abandoned hospital ward on floor fifty-six when he noticed he was being followed. The drone wasn't really following him or even paying much attention to him; it was obvious that it was just there on its way elsewhere. Despite how obvious it was, it didn't keep Luke from turning on it.]

[He didn't really know he was doing it. One moment he was turning, and the next, he was shoving the lifeless drone off of his blade, watching it tumble back down the stairs. Luke stood there, staring... before he tightened his hand into a fist. He could feel his stomach churning -- he had just killed someone -- but... if he could get rid of them...]

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[She chuckled at his reaction.]

It was worth it.

[Luke smiled faintly, before he finally looked back at her.]

Um... Tear? Can... I ask for a favor?

O-oh? I guess so.

[She only hoped this didn't prove to be dangerous to her well being.]

U-um...

[Luke hesitated a moment, looking a little uncomfortable.]

Could you... maybe... um... s-sing your hymns some time? N-not right now, but... some time? I haven't heard them since before the Tower, s-so...

[Well, that wasn't what she was expecting. Not that she really knew what to expect in the first place where the redhead was concerned. And, still, she was really touched that he'd asked that. Only Fon Master Ion has expressed an interest in her skill as a Melodist for the beauty of the song. Jade had mentioned their usefulness in battle. Even Guy had said he liked them.

But it was Luke's words that had hurt the most when he'd said she was just a loud-mouthed girl. And now...]

Um... s-sure.

[Luke blinked, surprised she agreed so readily, before turning away so she couldn't see how hard he was blushing. She could still probably see his ears turn red though.]

T-thanks... I-I miss hearing them.

[And how was she supposed to react to that? Those words... coupled with the way his neck and ears were flushed with blood... left her with the vague hope that she...That he...]

O-oh.

[Oh god, this was so awkward. Heeeeelp!]

[Luke let out a cough.]

B-but yeah, whenever, you know? S'fine...

[What do you want her to do? It's awkward as hell for her too!]

Th-that's fine. Just... let me know?

Y-yeah... I will.

O-okay. Well, if that's all, are you going to be alright now?

[Luke grew quiet at that.]

I dunno about alright, but... I'll be okay.