towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

Luke's right. I think this has everything to do with some of the residents in the tower and nothing to do with the administration. I doubt that they want us to know that this [She gestured to Fayt, Luke and herself briefly.] is what we really look like.

... Oooh..

[ Now she finally seems to get it. Hopefully. ~~Who knows.~~ ]

So it's not their face, it's themselves? So in that case nobody could just accidentally have a face like that.. that's good to know. I want to avoid being punched.

[Tear held a hand up to her head to fight back the headache that had been niggling since the tumble down the stairs with Luke earlier. When she could think, she attempted to think beyond the surface of Barnaby's words.]

You're speaking about besides the obvious changes? I think if this was brought about by Zelda's group, it means that the admin's grip on the tower is lessening. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

That sounds like the most sensible thing I've heard in a while.

[Once Tear had gotten over her shock, she squeezed Luke's hand in return and then quickened her pace so that she was no longer being pulled along like a child.]

I still think the dorm floors are our best bet, Luke.

Well my friend once said that when all else fails the only thing you can do is keep living. Keeping our spirits up is important especially when things are really bad like this!

[He takes his hand and squeezes it] We can be strong for each other!

We should maybe call a meeting! When I find Ken we can call our group together, it's for all the kids in the tower so you can join too then we just got to convince all the adults to work together as well!

[Tear thought over what could be common about souls between herself and the others and their collar colors. Then, she attempted to put it into perspective for the other people in the tower.]</small. Perhaps it has to do with how complicated it is for them to retrieve our souls here?

Or we forced it, and they could take it back at any time.

[Luke gave a small shrug; fontech in general was fairly beyond him. It took him the longest time to figure out how the terminals worked. This much fontech, though? This was way too much.]

[ ~~Why does this place insist on ruining his illusions that the majority of adults have their shit together...~~ Hidetoshi remains where he is standing, orange wireframe arms folded across his chest, at a loss of how to console his roommate. ]

You are on control of your facilities at the moment, aren't you? You're distraught, but so's everybody right now. Please keep it together.

[ He grimaces. It takes a few seconds to puzzle out his words into sense. ]

It's hard to not be naturally afraid in a place like... here. [ He'd never really believed in ghosts back home. ] Ah, in my world, even ghosts from old ages warranted wariness, unless they were appeased of their grievances. It's nothing personal against you.

[He might not be looking directly at them, but he still knows they are there. He seems to be largely ignoring Luke. Tear seems to be the one saying anything worthwhile, that's all. He doesn't suffer useless chatter and pointless questions.]

That's a possibility. Though surely that would depend more on each world.

...

[... Oh well. This time it's Lucifel who is embracing Enoch. It not like this isn't awkward for him anymore, maybe not as awkward as it was in the beginning to him.]

[ FOLDING HER ARMS HERE. What are you, a big baby? She does not see the problem. Then again, she's also mentally ten. ]

... Somewhere people would go to check if what is happening is real.

[ You can hear the brow raise in her tone, even if you can't really SEE it. ]

((ooc: That's fine with me!))

[ Link doesn't mind. There's a sigh. Good, she got through to him. ]

The administrators. Jason. Ruana. Riki seems to be a neutral party, Zo, the boy who I assume saved our souls, is also innocent. But those two... they are the real evil here. They treat us as playthings, not people they 'saved'. And obviously, they have indeed been lying to us.

... By the Goddesses, I will not let this be the end. It is... up to you to see this truth and decide where you would stand from here. No one will hold it against you for not wanting to fight the ones who supposedly "saved" us, though I would CALL it "torturing" us instead.

[More about this Zelda. Everyone was talking about her that night. :|]

If it's out for us, it's out for them too. This might be beyond us, but that's no reason not to take advantage of it later.

[He wasn't going to fall for this trap again; it was unforgivable.]

[As the girl calmed down and spoke, Tohko nodded and smiled a little bit.]

I'm glad to hear that, Yuka. I trust you too! And..I'm sorry about what happened when my skin was just paper. The Administrators were controlling me..I never would have hurt you normally.

That's a way better plan anyway.

[Squeeze back.]

The cafeteria seems like the best place to start. We may meet some people on the way down as well.

We just have to wait until this goes away.

I suppose..but I know that it's a bit harder than it sounds, even if I'm sure that you'll get there eventually.

[Tohko then sighed.]

But yest..for now, we have to put up with this as best we can.

Elflings are what we call young elves that have not yet reached maturity. [He laughs softly.]

Oh yes, she did. Or so I thought. Listening to her sing was my favorite thing to do after lessons and training each day.

[Quark let's out a small yep when he finds himself being pulled forward, but doesn't resist. Instead, he let's himself all but fall into Darres' arms. With his eyes closed, Quark can't help but imagine that it's his Grandpa holding onto him. The scene is so familiar.

Oh God, Quark. I'm so glad you're safe. Said the old man.

It was cold, and scary, and his Grandpa was sick and it was all Quark's fault but Quark was just so happy to see him. What if he died? What if he left forever? Why did he have to go run and hide? Why had he been such a kid?

Before he can stop himself, Quark feels tears welling up behind his not-eyes. He doesn't know if it's even possible to actually cry in this form, in this nightmare, but the boy still felt the familiar urge and the familiar sting.

He wailed into Darres' chest. Though, it was more of a soft, sad whimper more than anything else.]

Mister Darres...

[His voice is small and muffled, but only gets smaller. Why was this place so strange and so scary? Why had he been brought here? He still didn't understand, and he wasn't sure he ever really would.]

I want to wake up...I just want...

[Grandpa...]

*That does pull him out of that train of thought. He didn't expect this. Quietly, he leans into it, holding on tight while he tries to pull himself out of this downward spiral of thought. He won't be fit to help these people if he remains stuck on his doubts, but that's easier said than done, now that he's allowed himself to admit them.

Somehow, when you were trying to pretend they didn't exist, it was easier to internalize their impact.*

[Quark feels sick. Or, rather, he feels like he should be sick, but can't, because he hasn't eaten and his new appearance wouldn't allow it. He figures it must be the adrenaline starting to calm down inside of him. It's probably hard to tell, but his tense frame seems to ease a little.

It helps to know that he's not the only one who looks this way, and who can see what he's seeing. Even though he doesn't know this girl, who introduced herself as Sheba, he's still not alone.]

I don't think so, either. I'm Quark.

[Normally, Quark would have added that it was nice to meet her...but, well, one had to admit that this scenario wasn't particularly ideal.]

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