towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

[John sighs, waiting for Karkat to finish before saying anything. But when it becomes apparent that that probably isn't going to be happening soon, John gives up on waiting.]

Look I know that this is probably going to be hard to believe coming from me because I don't say it very often, but I wasn't trying to be funny. That wasn't a joke.

But I do have plenty of those if you actually need one!

"Y-yeah, real strong. We-we'll be fine, sweetheart. Ju-just fine." No dying here, no sir. Not with the two of them around. It almost seemed impossible that they could die, considering they were just wire frame works.

"An' we-we-we'll fi-find Spine an' everything will be A-Okay."

[Everyone had been losing their cool. Not just him.]

[It didn't make Morty feel that much better, because all around, it didn't matter what everyone else was doing -- he should have done better. But this girl who was running and screaming down the hall, looking for Nick and Mr. Edgeworth... ugh. He couldn't berate her for doing something that he himself had done, but it made him feel so miserable that there was anyone in the Tower who had been brought to this. The anonymity was disorienting, it made him feel so alone (as if the disabling of his future sight wasn't lonesome enough). Maybe, though, that was this girl's problem too. Maybe she just needed someone to talk to.]

Wait... wait!

[Besides, Morty kind of did, too.]

[She totally understands the problem. She's having issues with her body not being her own, about everything that made her "Tear Grants" being stripped down to just a soul stuck in a violet collar.

She squeezes the hand she still holds softly.]

I can't say we'll be alright, because I won't lie to you, but I'm not leaving you, Luke.

Use your brain. She's probably not in a good mood right now. What would she say if she saw that you were armed?

[Well, chaos wasn't really expecting Gamzee to know who he was. It was odd for chaos to rely on normal senses, but..it wasn't bad. In fact, chaos was probably one of the few who was a bit happy about his power loss.]

I see..however, if you are not truly fine, I would not mind helping you. And I am chaos.

[..Or should he go back to using his old name? No. This could all fade in an instant. Best to be consistent.]

Tell me one.

[He says it between breaths, reaching down to pick up his sickle and trying not to fall simultaniously. Its obvious Karkat's perception of breath is running out, but he manages to straighten up after he grabs his weapon.]

C'mon, lay it on me. Its not like I can actually expel the contents of a nonexistant nutrition sack, right?

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I-I don't know. This is very strange. [Understatement of the century, yes... Still, it's adequate.] What about you? Are you okay?

I'm... The same as you.

[The same stuff.]

"Nothing to lose?" Hmmm... "Yes... Yessss you're right... I don't have anything left to lose! Haha.... And they don't have their machines to stop me either...."

Arturia, you are a genius... At least when it comes to understanding someone who is usually impossible to understand in the first place!

"You... Hm, you have proven to be a very valuable ally... Th-- than-- Let us go." Yeah... maybe expecting him to say thank you was a bit too much.

At least he fully got off Arturia and looked to her, offering a hand.

[Anger isn't an emotion April knows how to handle well; around thirteen years of almost constantly suppressing it made it hard for her to figure out how to deal with it now.. But she can keep in under control for now, but just barely.

And she's distracted from her thoughts when she notices someone slinking to the ground, and she's quick to go over to them.]

Ah, h-hey...

[Diarmuid isn't sure what draws his eye to the particular figure. Perhaps it's the purpose in their steps? The fact that they seem so composed and driven that it's either admirable or scary? Maybe it is the very small fidget that seems familiar when she stops for a moment to look around?

Or maybe its the pull in that part of him that is still him when he sees that fidget that does it, but after seeing that it only takes him a few moments to cross to where she has paused.]

Labrys? Is that you?

[Just as he'd been recognized so many times because of his horns, spotting Tavros was not as difficult as it could have been. Gamzee had gone through this before. The catastrophe checklist, that is. He swiftly ran through every floor, scouting for anything out of the ordinary, anything to help wrap his mind around the situation better, checking out everyone else's reactions and organizing his thoughts at the same time.]

[And always, always on his mind - find Tavros.]

[If this boy was anything, it was consistent. Dependable. It was something Gamzee was not, and he loved him for being exactly his opposite in the ways where it counted. Tavros would be tucked away somewhere, preserving himself and attempting to keep it together. That's exactly where Gamzee found him, against a wall, unmoving.]

[Quickly, he hoped to all things dark and holy that Tavros was still alive. Whatever 'alive' was. Still functional, at least. He made a beeline straight to the wire form, running his metallic hands along the surface of them that used to be so receptive to his touch. Shortly after, he attempted to look him in the face, or wherever his face would normally be.]

Brother... let a motherfucker at knowing what you all still be kickin', here.

[Oh. You scared the... the person, Apollo. Whoever they were, as Apollo screamed at them, they screamed back -- in terror. In truth, it was just a startled and powerless alien of indeterminate gender (a male with hair as long as a girl's), and the ensuing conversation was. Uh. Loud.]

Oh god!

[Equius presses himself flat against the wall, holding up his wire arms to protect him from any attacks.]

I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!

I'm alright, besides the obvious. [He was hanging in there. It had been pretty hard to recognize them both, but Tear's hairstyle was distinctive and their voices just confirmed it. He grips his sword a little at Tear's posture, but doesn't raise it.]

You guys alright? I have the feeling this is going to get worse.

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[Tear looked over the other girl before smiling a bit.]

Almost. I still don't have wings, you know.

They're not real wings. Just the same stuff in a different shape.

[She can't exactly empathize with what he tells her, but she listens anyway, happy to speak with him as though this were just a normal conversation. She likes to hear what he has to say, and it helps to keep her anchored, her mind off the emotions she is trying to suppress. If she just closed her eyes... She doesn't do so, but she keeps her focus on the sound of his voice and the feel of his arm through hers, rather than the sights bared all around her.]

[That's not the kind of adventure she ever thought about as a child, or the kind of story she read. She read her Bible and books of saints and thought about the work she knew she would do for the Church—the work she had always known she would do, back to her earliest memories.]

[When she replies, she does so bluntly.]

Most things aren't. [Serving God is full of trials. Marriages don't make people happy.]

She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. All she wanted, in the end, were answers. Where had this tower come from? What was the nature of the 'virus' that was consuming the worlds? Why were the administrators so determined to torture each and every single one of them?

Veigar was not in his right mind, but she supposed she could reign him in. Of the two of them she is now the one with the sword and she has somehow managed to keep his temper in check. She takes his hand and stands, dusting herself off. This is a very stupid thing to do, but there is no reason why they should not try.

"To the elevators then?"

Alright. What does a ghost wear when it's raining?

[He didn't even stop to think about that. This is comedy gold right here, okay? Prepare yourself, Karkat.]

[Even through his anger, he recognises that vaguely horse-like shape. At first he thinks of Taiki's companions, as he can hear the crying, but it seems to be coming from the blue figure itself.

England stops in his tracks, staring at the scene. He recognises those sobs; he's certainly heard them enough. He knows that there's nothing he can really do, nothing he can say that will make this better. Perhaps someone else, but not him.

Still, he cannot idly stand by while Taiki is so distressed, if it's really him. Even if he can't offer much in the way of comfort, it feels wrong to walk away. His voice is tense in a strange way when he addresses the young kirin:] Taiki?

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[He's not ready. But he is on the edge of his seat here.]

What?

"Yes, to the elevators and to our targets." he replied with a delighted albeit maniacal glee.

He of course took the lead, being who he was and now back to his mostly usual self, Veigar looked slightly over his shoulder for a moment before looking ahead of him again.

"You know... You've grown stronger since your arrival."

You didn't answer my question! Who are you?! Name and profession, now!

[While he doesn't have any weapons, he points a finger in Equius' face.]

Perhaps that's true, but it makes it easier to distinguish you from the other people in the Tower.

Glamour Failure

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Hope it's okay for him to find her when she's still fidgeting a bit?

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oops I'm too lazy to change journals again

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his entire life is sad bitties

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