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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 was just walking up the stairs in a solitary information gathering excursion when she was nearly crushed by a falling drone betwee the fifty-fifth and fifty-sixth floors. She flattened herself against the wall and quickly cast a Forcefield, watching the drone bounce off the barrier before it hit the stairs and continued down.

When she was done, she turned to glare up at whomever was responsible.]

Didn't you even think to check if anyone was coming up the staircase? You could have killed me! I'd like to avoid that!

[Yukiko doesn't like passing past the morgue. It makes her think of surgery and experiments and the odd nightmares she doesn't admit to anyone else that she's having, so she tends to just pass it as fast as she can on her way to other places.

But this time, she happens to glance inside, and when she sees the little girl inside - well, she can't just leave her. Not like this.

She steps inside, shaking off her own momentary anxiety, and calls out quietly.]

Nanako-chan? Oh, Nanako-chan...

[She isn't her family, not like Yu is, but she bends down next to her and moves to scoop her up into a hug, if it's wanted.]

[Luke stared in surprise, not expecting anyone to have been there. The full impact of what he just did decided to hit him at that moment, and he fell over, landing on the next step up and clutching at his stomach.]

T-Tear... I...

[Nanako let out a faint sound of surprise, turning around slightly to see a familiar face she hadn't seen yet in the Tower.]

Yukiko...?

[After a moment, she threw her arms around her neck, clinging to her tight. No, it wasn't fair. The people they knew shouldn't be stuck here too...]

[After recently talking to Zelda, he couldn't help but wander to other floors and try to find a way to place the chips Dax left behind for them. In fact, it was just returning from placing one on floor ninety-four when he stepped on a stair that led him into the gardens...

...Was that a familiar hint of pink dress?

Regardless, he's going to call out, because he's been looking for her at the same time.]

Nanako-? Nanako, are you here?

[Nanako paused, almost afraid to look and see if it really was her brother there, or if the people that owned the Tower were playing games with her. After a moment, she poked her head out from around a big potted cry, staring up at him with massive dark circles under her eyes.]

[The glare on her face melted as Luke proceeded to look like he was going to throw up. Before she knew it, she was at his side, hand on his back.]

Luke, are you okay?

[Ion was just stepping off of the fifty-seventh floor, himself, curious to learn more about the wide field for games. It turned out to be quite poor timing.

All he can do is stare, as well, as he watches the body fall backwards, off of Luke's blade, and down the stairs below them.]

Luke...

[Ion wants to say more. He wants to ask why the redhead did that--what had happened to cause him to murder someone (even if that someone was lifeless)...but considering that the last time Ion had seen Luke, he was the one on the wrong end of the metaphorical sword, the words fall short.

The boy's face twists into something akin to incomprehension, though something a shade more anxious is buried there in his eyes.]

[Without another word, Yukiko pulls Nanako into a tight hug. It wasn't okay, and she wouldn't lie and say that it would be.]

I'm so sorry that you got brought here. I know that doesn't fix it, but...

[...but there's something that she can tell Nanako that might help.]

...we're going to find a way to get you home to your dad. Yu-kun, and me, and Yosuke, and Rise-chan, and Naoto-kun, and Kanji-kun. We're working on that right now, and I promise you, we won't stop until we've seen you safely home.

I... I just...

[He buried his face in his hands, shuddering.]

...it's all my fault... I...

I-Ion...

[Luke hesitated, looking down at the Fon Master and the body as it rolled away, before looking away. No... he had... he had killed him last month... how could he even face him? How could he even apologize to him?]

I...

You are...?

[Nanako stared at her in surprise, a small look of hope on her face.]

How...?

[Wow, it had been a long time since she had faced this with the redhead, but she figured that if this Luke was indeed from before Akzeriuth, it was probably beyond time for this breakdown.

She didn't think he'd ever fully gotten over the whole fighting against people and the need to kill to live in battle situations.

She tentatively ran her fingers through his long, red hair and tried to think of something to say. What she'd said to the Luke she'd known before still applied on some level, but she didn't know if she could be that harsh with him again.

With a deep breath, she decided to just go ahead and have this conversation with him again.]

What is your fault?

[There were several questions that Ion thought about asking. None of them seemed quite right. Are you okay? had an obvious answer. Ion wasn't okay. How could Luke be? Especially when this had just happened? And what was the sense of asking why?

Still, he couldn't just...stand and stare at his friend and say nothing. Ion took a slow breath.]

Do...you want to talk?

[Regardless of what it was about, Ion felt like it was something that needed to be done. How could he leave Luke this way? And as much as he wanted to move on from what had happened while they had both been brainwashed, he was afraid that Luke might dwell on it. Ion couldn't bear to have that stain the redhead's conscience.]

I...

[A shuddering breath escaped from him, and he fought to try and just... say it already.]

...Jason got a hold of me last month. He... turned me into a drone too... the only thing I could do was serve the admins, and... and I...

[He dropped his hands from his face, struggling and failing not to lose it entirely.]

I killed Asch. I killed Ion. And I couldn't stop myself!

...what can I even say, Ion?

[There was nothing he could say that could excuse last month. Maybe he hadn't been strong enough to fight against Jason, but he still felt like he hadn't tried hard enough. If he had, none of this would have happened. He would have never killed any of them...]

I don't know. [Ion can admit that much. Situations like this are difficult. And, honestly, he never thought he'd really relate. But now he was an unwilling murderer, too. And having talked to the one he had killed...well...]

But anything is better than letting it build inside of you. That will only make you feel worse.

[He knew it wouldn't help to assure Luke that it wasn't his fault, even if it would be a true statement. Ion wanted to say that--he truly did--but refrained.]

[She stared at him. That hadn't been what she expected him to say. He'd killed Asch and Ion? How did she handle this? This was nothing like what happened after Akzeriuth.]

Luke, listen to me and answer me truthfully. [She took a deep breath before charging forward.] What drove you during our trip to Akzeriuth was the desire to be a hero and you said and did things that you couldn't take back. Was that the case with what happened?

But I...

[He killed Ion... for no damn good reason other than the fact that he was "following orders" and...]

...I couldn't stop myself. The least I can do is try and stop it from getting worse.

I... I don't know...

[He curled up on himself, struggling not to lose it.]

...I should have fought harder. I shouldn't've let Jason get his hands on me in the first place.

[She wanted so much to try to help him, but the more he curled up in on himself, the worse it was going to be. So, she was going to have to be harsh.

She could do this.]

I don't want to hear what you should or shouldn't've done, Luke. What can you do? Can you change the fact that you did that? Can you erase your memory of the events occurring? Can you stop this Jason by yourself? Can you do anything productive curled up like a baby, crying on the stairs?

[This Ion is on the way down from a few floors above, himself. He manages to come into view just in time to see Luke push the drone off his blade and down the stairs.]

... my.

[The Fon Master seems unable to vocalize much more than that, hand brought to his mouth in apparent shock.

It takes him a moment to tear his gaze away from the falling body and venture a hesitant-sounding question.]

What had they done to deserve that...?

[That got him annoyed enough to uncurl himself, glaring at her.]

I'm not being a damn baby! I... I killed my friends, and because I couldn't stop it, these drones are following people around. Yeah, it wasn't just me, but dammit, I contributed! It's my damn fault!

[Luke turned in surprise, looking a bit ashamed to have been caught killing a drone by Ion of all people. Though, he had to wonder why he would ask him that... After what he'd done, after killing him, he thought it would be obvious why he would do something like that.]

Ion, I... it's partially my fault they're stalking people. I need to do something.

[There was the fire, the spirit, she was used to seeing from him. Although, she really wished she hadn't had to resort to playing the bad guy here. She'd do it though. It obviously needed to be done.]

I fail to see how you being literally forced by some psychotic scientist to go around murdering others is your fault. Unless, you could have stopped yourself and you chose not to. Did you intentionally go out and find Asch and Ion to kill them? Did you desire for your fellow residents to become any more oppressed than they were? Did you?

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Luke, of course! On the stairs!

Nanako - Floor 26

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Nanako and 101, but not the Dalmatians variety

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Luke -> the staircase

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Luke -> Staircase because why not

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Oooh... boy, Luke doesn't know about Ion being a replica.

She's crying on the inside. This hurts her more than it hurts you.