towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

"No we haven't." He shook his head. "We weren't like this yesterday."

[Lancer pouts, but withdraws his hand.][He didn't mind, as long as he still had his original soul. That was pretty much all he was, as having died once, he wasn't supposed to be made flesh.]

And you know, as weird as these bodies look, they feel the same as always.

[He pokes Waver in the hand.]

See?

Eh? See, that happened on my world too, just not because of the fallen angels.

"The voice said glamour failure. Illusion failure. We'v been seeing things that aren't there."

No, not really.

[He's ticked, truth be told. Ticked beyond all belief, as this whole set-up discredits all the little pieces from home he latched onto.]

[Behind the violet frame, the one doing the knocking, stood an orange one. He didn't know Sora, though he knew a lot about him. He just glanced at Xion though, wire head turning to her in question, was this him?]

Xue sat up on the sofa and tilted her head. Alas, even in this form, it was easy to tell through body language that she was happy to see the person that the familiar voice belonged too.

"Shion? Ey' mon it's nice ta be seein' ya. Or at least yer frame." she joked with a light chuckle.

"'Ow ya holdin' up? Ya be findin' yer friends I be seein'?" she asked as she nodded towards the frame next to his.

What does glamour mean? [It sounded... magic... But it seemed to part of the system here, and it had failed... He reached up with his wire hands to feel his non existent face, wire and foil. Was this some kind of experiment?]

[It won't be too hard to find his double slinking through the halls. Well, more like stomping, really.

This whole revelation's left him on-edge. Despite the futility, he even extends and arm, trying to call for his Keyblade. Trying to do anything...

Nothing comes.

That feeling of helplessness Riku had is back in full force, and he bursts into a fit of dry, bitter laughter.]

Of course...

I guessed that much.

"No it's just the bad people. They always do bad things." Illusion, that was when things looked one way but where another. But things had always looked the other way...

[ Why are you so nice?! Tavros didn't know how to process all those kind and encouraging sentiments, and his brain is literally malfunctioning. Trolls are weird. Trolls can't handle raging emotions when they are in panic mode. You're killing him, Tohko.

Between juggling his emotions and trying to form words that didn't make him sound like a complete loser, Tavros decided to take a safe round and ask a question instead. ]

W-Who's Melos? It sounds like a person, and that's why I asked about it ...

[ Smooth. ]

[What a very good question.]

I do not know. I cannot tell.

[He lets his head fall back against the wall, exposing his throat. A relatively solid surface. That is good.
For the moment.]

[ He looks up when he heard his name, staring at the weird figure in front of him. It took him a while to inspect those horns, and when he did-- he felt a bit comforted. ]

Eq. Hey, brother. Are ... you okay?

[ Stupidest question ever. Of course he's not okay. Nothing about this situation is fucking okay! Still, some people seemed to be handling it better than others, and he hoped that Equius is one of the lucky ones. He really hoped he didn't feel nearly as shitty as he was feeling right now. ]

P-probably not, but I don't...

[She shakes her head a little.]

...it always felt like it would be all right. Like any nightmares I was having after things happened here, I could just shake off. They were just bad dreams.

I really do feel like this is just one more nightmare where I'm stuck in my own body and powerless, but nothing I do - not pinching myself, not splashing water on my face, not any of that stuff - is really waking me up.

[Her hand shakes a little bit, but she finally takes his. It's strange, seeing the colors blend, but almost pretty, too, and it's enough to calm her down, just a little bit, as she slowly gets to her feet.]

[The voice is familiar, yet strange. Stronger than Lancelot has ever known it, if it is be believed that this construct is his Master.

It is anger that he feels, but there is no magnifier, no instrument, no outlet for his rage-- and so there is only a low hiss of breath, only what he has thought of as his hands clawing at the wall as he slides to his knees.]

Lies.

I am-- no man calls me friend.
If not a Servant-- I am Nothing.

Nothing.

[So few people truly understand Service. To Serve is to be Needed, to be Wanted-- to be Loved.]

[She can remember him talking about not wanting to be sane before.]

So that's what the thing in your head looks like. You still don't like it?

Oh. I'm Rei.

[A pause.]

I've never seen you before, so it makes sense you wouldn't have seen me either.

So die more than six times and weird stuff happens? Wonder if it has anything to do with these bodies.

At the sound of another's voice nearby Sephiroth's wire-construct turned towards where the sound was coming from and regarded what seemed, to be another resident. Though their frames were similar their shape was not and this one was coursing with shiny blue instead of violet. A different collar colour.

From the shape of this other resident it seemed also like he had something which resembled a weapon. This stung Sephiroth deeper. Masamune had never even been there, it wasn't real, and with throbbing hands as well this leaves him vulnerable. The violet threaded construct watched the other carefully in this regard.

"They have already taken our souls." Sephiroth's voice was bitter, as cold realization began to bury it's way deeper. "We're going to need to break this prison first."

[At least he had spoken, the voice clicked with the rest of the clues and she made a sound that was a lot like disgust.

She would have been disappointed to know it was Sephiroth but Lancelot? She felt an surge of anger.] You do be being better than this. [She prodded him, it was strange things felt the same, even though she was prodding wires and foil.]

[She turns her head, hoping that what she'll see is the familiar face and the familiar image that she knows - the grey bowl-cut hair, the Yasogami High boys' uniform with the shirt untucked - but no. That's not what Yukiko sees, and she has to force herself to take a deep breath to fight back the urge to immediately say that isn't you.

She can't say that, because it isn't the truth, as much as she'd like to think this is just one long nightmare that she's not waking up from.]

...it is you, Yu-kun. I was hoping this was just...I only told Labrys about them just now, but I've been having nightmares pretty much every night since April. After the brainwashing and changing my body into something that it wasn't and not being able to say anything or always defend myself.

I had been reminding myself that the nightmares weren't the truth, but they'd been getting worse, since that whole rumor mess. I'd had a pretty bad one right before waking up to all of this, and the combination of the nightmare about not being in my own body and being powerless combined with waking up to find that, well, I wasn't in my own body, and I can't summon my Persona at all...

I wanted all of this to be just one big nightmare, but it's the truth.

I came from playing a fucking game.

[Feferi's voice suddenly turns deadly serious.]

Do you know how many people I killed in the course of that game? Not by my own hands, but by my own willingness to go along with it? The number is in the millions.

Wanting to be better than that and wanting to change shit is not a fucking game to me. They let me play at it because they wanted to see exactly how much I'd break when I learned the truth afterwards.

There's literally nothing. That was what was real. I'm not going to dance the nihilism tango right now. There's not a fucking floor to dance it on.

I'm ready to face the music, at home, where it's stupid but at least it's honest jealousy that gets me killed for real.

[ The first and last person he wanted to see right now.

It was a lot to process, this situation and the raging emotions that followed after taking in their bitter reality. It was all an illusion. Like some sick, twisted joke. And-- he couldn't do anything about it. So, yeah. He's not going to make a big scene. He's not going to cry, get angry, flip tables or get all violent and hurt others. There's no point of reacting at all, and that's the most painful part! You're confronted with this shit and you have no other option but to accept it. Lick your wounds and deal with it. He can't do anything to change this, or make anyone feel better.

He is completely helpless.

The best he can do is keep it all in, be as calm as he could, and maybe-- just maybe, people will start calming down as well.

When facing Gamzee, though, it was a different story. Just staring at those odd wires, and how he looked nothing like his best brother is alarming. It terrified Tavros. ]

Still kickin'. [ He barely breathed out. ] ... Are you okay, Gamzee?

[The Sephiroth-shaped wire construct inclines it's head towards the smaller one for a moment as Sephiroth stops from his peering around this film-coated reality to regard the other resident with the raised arm. As if he were at school.

He vaguely recognizes the voice from a recent conversation but isn't 100%]

Same as is going on everywhere else I think. Nothing real. [Pause.] Fayt, right?

Glamour Failure

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Of course not! The more the merrier <3

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;A;

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