towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

Richtofen was in the middle of sucking down ragged breaths when Mitchell approached him. Immediately, he whipped his head around and glared (as much as he could with no proper eyes to speak of), and a second later, he was on his feet. It was unclear if he recognized Mitchell as the Illuminati fellow he'd spoken to on occasion, because he skipped all the formalities and went straight to screaming.

"You-! Don't you tell me what to do. I will fucking rip your throat out und suck out your soul!" He reached forward to jab Mitchell none-too-gently with a finger. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he let out a trilling, raspy laugh. "I'll make all of that blue pour out of you. All of that lovely, disgusting blue gunk, I'll spill it all und drown in it."

He let out another laugh, louder than the first, with his head thrown back in false elation. In between his giggles, he managed to shout again, "I'll drown in it!"

The concept of older brothers was a bit new to Yotsuba, but even she didn't expect Rabbit to be like Daddy. However, she would help him out, and he would help her out, even if they were scared and puzzled.

"Right.." With that, Yotsuba would nod and, with another squeeze, try to smile. "Yotsuba will be brave until then!"

You're right. [She nods slightly.] I'll cry later, but I'm all right for now. You don't need to worry about me. [She tells him this honestly, because there's no point in lying. This isn't the kind of thing someone can just shrug off as though it were nothing.] And what about you?

I am. I— I wouldn't mind having another person with me, but you don't need to go. If things are dangerous...

[Well, it's better if she's the only one to be hurt.]

[As Shinji sobs, Kariya holds him tighter, with his bizarre wire arms. He's glad he found Shinji, glad he doesn't have to be by himself at a time like this.

He's just a child. Why should he have to go through this? It isn't fair. Kariya would suffer a pain a hundred times worse than the worms to spare him this. He should be able to be happy and safe. But he knows Shinji wouldn't be happy and safe at home, either, and that thought saddens him. He just has to stay with him. That's all he can do.

As he had in April, when Shinji was experimented on, he reassures him.]

I won't leave you. We'll be okay. I promise.

[Richtofen's head shot to the side to face Nesir, and even though none of his normal features were visible, his wire frame was shaking. A hand shot out to grip Nesir's arm, tight and sudden like a viper, and he leaned too close to her face to hiss out his answer.]

No. No, I want no more lies. [His earlier actions had left him panting for breath between each word.] I want this reversed, I want it- I want my body back.

[He looked down at his free hand, the pathetic, fake, orange quivering thing, and shoved his face into it with a scream.]

I want my body back!

[Yotsuba didn't really mind being alone most of the time..it was the black out and what had happened to her body that scared her. She could deal with monsoons. This..was a bit out of her league. At the question, she nodded.]

It is scary..but if you're a good person, we can help each other. And I'm Yotsuba Koiwai! And this is Juralumin Koiwai!

[With that, Yotsuba would lift up her 'teddy bear' a bit.]

But..they've done something to her..

[Luckily Ganondorf was pretty difficult to miss, even when he was just a frame with no features. She had been looking for him, after she had checked up on a few people.

She had two of her foil things that were working like daggers out, the monsters were real and still a danger.] There you do be being.

[Another reason for waiting to find him, she sounded completely calm now, she had had time to think and make herself understand.]

[ When the announcement had sounded—mechanically babbling about exhausted power blocks, shutting off non-critical systems, and critical error code 037, glamour failure and down to zero the countdown went before abruptly the darkness and the silence was replaced with a dim redness—below his feet, something bestial was howling. It was pissed.

Avenger had been on his nightly wanderings when the changes had hit. He didn't stand guard outside Naoya's room all the time, only when he had nothing else to do.

His surroundings were drastically different in appearance. Lifeless metal, coated in that film, all the lies and and his body... Well, personally Angra had expected something more organic. What a pathetic, stupid-looking form to be imprisoned within. But he'd been existing as a Servant residing in a magically constructed vessel for a long time and as evil revolting mud for even longer, so he's not very bothered. He doesn't feel particularly disgusted, angered or panicked by his wireframe figure of violet. The loss of the false environment was mourned more as it meant he couldn't indulge in the wildlife, and rather signaled the end of the vacation. :\a

Thanks to Naoya, he's even aware of what could have potentially interfered with the system: those chips. Those chips that been installed by the residents themselves. Well.

Avenger was annoyed, mainly. His powers, or the illusion of them, were gone and his new prana supply had been cut off. He couldn't summon his weapons or shift his appearance. What a pain in the ass.

But not as big as pain in the ass as his Master. He'd, the moment the bond had severed, turned and started back to where he had last sensed Naoya's presence to be through the now-defunct connection. Just to check and see if he'd died, you see. And the man hadn't stumbled very far and collapsed when Angra got there, a wiry violet figure of foil and wire.

... Oh. He's laughing. Angra recognizes that note of madness in his laughter. He considers what he should do to keep him together. ]

[Riku doesn't know many people with yellow collar, and non of them really closer, but still he crouches down when he sees her sitting in the hallway, hears her whisper and he just can't just leave her here, can he?

No, he definitely can't.

There is concern in his voice, when he speaks up, low and careful, one hand reaching out in offer to her.]

Hey... This probably isn't a good spot for a breakdown.

[John shoves Dave away gently, snorting a little with laughter.]

You're terrible! I'm never going to be able to look at a board game the same way if you keep this up and then what will I do? Its like you're slowly trying to taint everything fun in this world.

Of course I'm worried about you. [Nothing she says is going to change that fact.] I want you to be okay. I'm fine.

I'm not afraid of danger. [Probably he should be, as it's not as if he has any way to defend himself, but he says this with sincerity, however absurd the sentiment might be.] I'm free.

[It had taken this terrible place to free him. No worms, no magecraft, all ties with his family severed. It's what he'd always wanted. This is new and terrible, but a burden has been lifted from him, and he's sure he can deal with this. What can they do to him that's worse than what had been done before? His pain made him stronger.]

Let me help you.

[Well, here is one of the Rikus at least, currently in search of friendly faces himself. And always very glad to find them.]

Colette. I take you are okay?

[...As okay as any of them are at this moment, that is.]

[When America had woken up again, early in the morning, and England hadn't been there, America had panicked all over again, falling out of the pod and crying in a corner for fifteen minutes. But he got up, eventually, and realized that England had to be somewhere. So he'd gone looking.

The Tower wasn't the same one he was used to. He'd taken cautious steps down the staircase until the eerie unfamiliarity of everything made him run for the elevator (so much technology he couldn't comprehend, so many many many years ahead). He started from the bottom, then. And then he came to floor five.

The viewfinders were still there. England had said that their bodies weren't real, that--things weren't real. So if this was real now, then he had to check.

America climbs up onto a stool, ignoring its electrical pulses, and, frightfully, like a thirsty gazelle hoping the crocodiles in the river had already eaten, peers inside.

The pain strikes his soul in a literal sense, and he grips the viewfinder enough to press the metal into his palms. In a few moments more, his palms are bleeding (violet, not red), his nails scraping uselessly against metal.

It hurts. It hurts and it's still there and it's real, it's real, he's gone, he's dead, everyone is dead, it hurts and it hurts and it hurts and he doesn't look away, can't, even though he's never hurt this much in his life, even though it's like the pain of being crushed a thousandfold.

It's real. He stares into the void and the void of reality stares back. His palms drip violet fluid onto the table, and still he grips harder.]

[The young knight has had bit to try and collect her thoughts since the "Glamour Failure" that resulted in... well, this. Perhaps this is another trick in itself? An illusion meant to break their spirits? Quite frankly she just doesn't know. So for the moment she's decided to do something more productive than allow herself to have a meltdown over this and start looking for other people. This is clearly beyond her ability to figure out.

So when she sees a figure carrying something that apparently isn't fake or subject to whatever the hell was going on? Yeah, that kind of stands out a bit from the others even if she can't instantly recognize who the other figure is. Nonetheless she's going to approach them. Although little about Amelia might be recognizable right now she still carries herself in a distinctly military way, clearing her throat before speaking up.]

That box you're carrying, it's something special I assume? [She's still completely unaware she's talking to the Princess she shared a breakfast with about a month or so back.]

[He nodded.]

All this... Do you think--this is how things are? It can't be another illusion, can it? We must really be like this.

[It was all so bleak, except for the fact that he'd been freed.

He kept holding on to Waver's hand, sensing that he might need it. He could tell how upset the other man was.]

I don't know. He's not as open as Diarmuid is. He's harder to read. He might not take it well.

[When Kanaya wakes at the sound of a voice, she doesn't understand the full implications of what she's hearing. She's able to comprehend that there's a power failure of some sort, but the idea of "glamour" is lost on her.

She sits up blearily and raises a hand to wipe at her eyes, but stops short at the appearance of the lifted appendage. It's...orange. Orange and— what are these? Wires?

She turns her hand over to look at the back of it, and raises her opposite to do the same thing. Glancing down reveals that the rest of her body shares this strange appearance, though tactile examination feels just the same as it always did when she pats herself down. There's no sign of the human sleeping square that she's become so accustomed to in the time she's been here. Just a pod filled with orange liquid, in a set-up that's reminiscent of a recuperacoon.

There's no sign of her blood color anywhere. Not in her room or on her body. Her collar color, yes. But not the blood she grew up with— not the blood that got her cast out of her violent society, turned her into a fugitive, and almost got her and her friends killed more than once. She's been doing so well here, been able to own up to what she is and move past the constant fear of being culled for something she can't change.

But apparently it can be changed. She just isn't the one that could do it. All this time, she's been coming to terms with the awful swill running through her veins, when it's been fake. They could have given her better blood. They could have given her a better life. She was about to die in her world. She'd lost all of her friends, but some of them were given back to her in the Tower. Because of that, despite everything, she was almost happy here, just like the note wanted her to be.

Now she's just angry. All this time...

She boils with rage that should no longer be possible. With a violent snarl, she swipes her hand viciously across the surface of the fluid in her pod, before lurching to slam herself against the side of the container. She slams it with such force that it tips over, though a system of tubes quickly sucks out the liquid before it can spill out into the dorm.

Kanaya lies sprawled out, her lower half curled up in the pod and her upper half splayed on the floor next to it. She's overwhelmed by the cascade of fury, sadness, and confusion, and though something animalistic within her wants to raze the whole tower to the ground, what's more pressing are the hot tears flooding her eyes (or what feels like them).

So she remains folded in her awkward position hanging out of the overturned pod, curled into a very human fetal position with her hands over her face and her sobs shaking her whole body.

She doesn't understand.]

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I like to think I'm a good person. Right, we can help each other. That's what people should do at times like this. It's nice to meet you, Yotsuba, Juralumin. I'm Kariya Matou.

[He smiles at them both, though he's not sure if smiling in his current form is even noticeable.]

I think we've all been changed, even Juralumin. But we're the same inside, so she is, too. Maybe there's some way to get her back.

[Kariya offers his hand.]

[Prussia hadn't been expecting to wake up in a pod filled with violet liquid. When he woke up, he didn't experience too much shock; the pod could be expected as more tower strangeness. However, when he got out of the pod and searched for his little yellow bird, all he found was a mess of the film that now coated everything. That alone was enough to make his heart drop into his stomach... and then he took a good look at his hands.

Wireframe. Nothing but a wireframe outline. If Prussia needed confirmation that he was only a shadow of his former self (he didn't), this was like seeing the concept put into reality. No matter what poking or prodding he did to himself, the the effect didn't go away. Staring at the mess of film that was his bird, he let out a howl of agony so loud it could surely be heard through the whole dorm floor. They'd gone and done it. Gilbert Beilschmidt was no longer really himself. The brainwashing was a mere foreshadowing of that. Maybe that glowing thing in his body was him and his mind was currently his own (until something happened to take it away, that is), but if everything was fake, what difference did it make?

What a joke. Prussia crumpled into a ball and failed to settle the racing thoughts in his head.]

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[Riku is moving pretty systematic now, searching for people he knows, searching for people that need help, doing anything to keep moving, to keep himself from thinking too much about this all. From thinking too much about what that means for him, for them, from considering just what that makes them all - they aren't Heartless, they aren't Nobodies, there is just no term to cover what they are.

Non that Riku is familiar with.

But first things first. First he needs to find, to see everyone. That is what matters. What is important.

After all, this isn't exactly new. It's just the larger picture of the truth they had already found in February. And as long as his soul and his heart are his own he'll be fine. They'll be fine.

Everything else doesn't matter. (Even Hightwind not being quite-).

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head as he resumes his search through the Dormitory hallways before slowly moving downwards the tower while calling out for his friends.]

[The computer has long-since been powered down; it would be impossible to get any information off of it. Even a light touch will cause it to crumble a little, as if some vital part of it had been ripped out and it was just waiting for someone to touch it and turn it to dust.]

[Zett thinks this room has Lucifel's name next to it. He could just be hallucinating that one of the things he remembers is still here.

But, he sticks his wire-framed head inside anyway, the blue fluid inside swishing around at the motion.] ...Sir?

[V/V's "wings" might give her away, but her voice will do so as well as she calls out to him in the hallway.] Hello? Are you okay?

Lancelot...?

[There's no bond between them, but they've spent so much time together in the past months that he's very familiar with the man. He knows the way he moves. He knows that voice. Familiar to him, too--though from another time--are the signs of madness, and the first thing he feels is fear, remembering that black, fierce Servant who used to burn through him like a hot iron, so unlike the man he's come to know here.

But Lancelot isn't a Servant now, and Kariya doesn't think he has anything to fear from him. They trust each other now, don't they? They understand each other.

For the first time since he's known Lancelot, Kariya feels something he never thought he'd feel: protective of him. He moves toward him.]

It's me, Kariya.

[The howling had eventually brought Sephiroth to the first floor. Bruised and/or broken hand(s) and all, once he'd actually taken a break to process all of this terrible reality, his reaction was somewhat the same; he'd known all along but shut his thoughts off to the logic before.

He'd been more angry with his own denial of the obvious that had been staring him in the face all this time; he'd visited the 5th Floor so many times recently he'd probably recall those images in his sleep. How could he have been so willing to accept all of this, he'd let the not-knowing seep into his own mind and so easily blind him.]

Ganondorf. [There really is no mistaking the shape of the troll-king. Much like his own cape-like film that swayed behind him where there would be hair. Sephiroth approaches cautiously all the same, there is no way of telling what Ganon's reaction could be.]

[[It had taken a lot of comforting to get her to finally leave her corner of the library and start wandering around. She wanted to help too...even though she didn't know how. But she wanted to try, to give back what others gave to her. And that's when her wandering brought her to the viewfinder floor.

She'd only ever looked into the ports once, quickly forgetting this place existed as best as she could. She didn't understand what it meant, but it didn't look like it was a good thing.

Today though, there's someone small here. She's not positive who it is just yet, having a really hard time figuring out who was what and what was who, but whoever it is they're small like her. And at first she doesn't think anything is really wrong - they're just looking into the port - but then she notices a little bit of violet dripping and she worries.]]

U-um...excuse me. Are you okay...?

Glamour Failure

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wow Angra's the sane man here

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floor 5 | open

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just using this account temporarily for wormlessness

room 2-01; open! event warnings apply.

just using this account for wormless icons!

Dormitory Floors | Open | Warnings for character breakdown.

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