towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

[This times he does look up-- and possibly opened her eyes. She can see him at least, but it's not really-- him.

So instead she just looks down again, pushing the film further against her face.]

Dumb. [Duh.] I don't-- [AUGH]

I'm not smart enough to be better than this but I'm still not dumb enough to pretend it's not happening.

That seemed to be the right answer to the question. Whatever answer would make her happy and alleviate Rabbit's worries was the right answer. He couldn't bear to say anything other than that. He didn't even know where to start looking for these mysterious people. Where they are, what they looked like. If they were effected by this strange change as well.

"Y-y-y-yeah... We'll ge-get his help an' ge-get 'em to change us ba-back if they d-d-d-don't do it. We'll f-f-f-fix this. We can fix this."

[Oh it's the other Dave he's heard about. The one that isn't short and fits in a cupboard. He sounds nuttier than Rose did when she was oozing black stuff and watching him sprout a bunch of pretty little holes. He spreads his hands out.] I wouldn't even call this a gag. They failed that. It's the joke that fell short with tied together shoes and a kick me sign on it's back.

But yeah I'm the Dave that supposedly had a flaming unicorn and some dragons. Dicks. Faking my bros like that. Wow, that's just classy.

[ IshtaR DID not like this one bit. The fact that everything she knew melted into a reality that was beyond repair. This wasn't what she thought it was, hell if it made it any worse, this was a nightmare. She was already backed up against the wall staring at the mirror in the dorms bathroom. Her clothes, her form, and the collar....

They weren't real. They were- no it wasn't possible. This can't be happening. She couldn't believe her eyes. She wasn't even- no this was more than anything that she had to face. It was fine to think she was some insane person, and hell the cloning she could handle, but now... what exactly was she?! Was she even human anymore?! The liquid glowed the same colour as her collar and her weapons and everything seemed to meld into something unrecognizable.

She pulled her hands up to her face, covering it. No, this couldn't be the reality of things. She didn't want to look at it. ]

...No...this isn't possible. What-- what is going on?!

[ She crumpled to the floor, sobbing. ]

WHAT THE HELL!? STOP SCREWING WITH ME!!!!! I'M TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT!!

[He recognizes that voice, hears it from a distance, and he moves toward it at once, his movements even and quick, for once. He's so unused to his own unhindered steps that he almost stumbles as he runs, but he manages to right himself.]

Shinji.

[It looks nothing like Shinji, but it must be, and even if he's made of wires, he's the same person inside, and that's what matters. He sounds so upset, and Kariya goes to him, putting his arms around him at once.]

It's all right. I'm here now.

[He doesn't know how he's going to make anything all right, but those are the words that come from his mouth. He doesn't know what he'll do, but he'll do something. He'll protect him. He doesn't even remember that Shinji's not really his nephew; as far as Kariya's concerned, he's his family.]

Not exactly in those terms. And nah, it wasn't the lack of naked bods that made this snap final, [He actually sounds a little irritated for a second by it passes quickly.] It was the food and drink being fake. Only thing you can turn those bars into is weapons.

Bar cakes. Better yet, fruit cakes. You can sling them like a discus. Bean some poor dude in the back of the head.

...

[He didn't have anything for that. Even the half-panicked muttering had halted, wireframe drawing his knees to his chest like Waver would very much like to just stop everything long enough to form coherent thought.]

Homunculi--artificial bodies on my world are organic. It's n..nearly impossible to form a perfect one but...I had theori--assumed we were something like that.

[It hadn't even been a theory, though he'd presented it as such. Waver had convinced himself that must have been the case, because everything else was impossible or too horrifying to comprehend.]

I wasn't...I never ex-expected...just what the fuck are we?

... you know that's actually pretty horrifying. I really hated the nutrition bars the last time around and that was before finding out they're all that exists.

But you know, turning them into a weapon isn't a half-bad idea. I mean if you could fashion some kind of sling and get enough momentum going I'll bet you could bounce one off someone's head hard enough to do some damage! And it's not like we'd ever be hurting for ammo.

It's better than eating them.

You know what the beauty of that is?

Whatever we want. If we're all like this, why hold back. [He sits back and rests his hands on his thighs, tipping his head slightly to the side as he keeps talking.]

They can't do anything worse than this. They literally can't. Now everything they do is some fake lie, that we can just look at and see it's not what it is.

There's no power left in what they do. Is there?

Finished off by an explanation at the end. The coup de grace for any bad joke.

[he shakes his head, leaning slightly against the wall.]

Surely the most heinous of their acts! [tone is just mocking now, even if he does sympathize.] Do they know no limits?

[Darres was beyond relieved to have found her, and he was able to tell it was her by her voice alone. There was nothing he wouldn't do to insure her safety whether it be physical, mental, or emotional. The knight rushed to her side, regardless of their appearance. Really it didn't matter to him what they were or why they were here. What he did know was he was still Darres (real or not) and she was still Ishtar, and it was still his duty to protect her.

By a rare circumstance, he was the first to take her into his arms. Normally he didn't engage in physical contact, but with such a situation he had to console her somehow and this was the only way he could think of to do it.]

Ishtar, it'll be okay. I'm here now, you don't have to worry.

[His voice was still his own, he may have been different physically, but he still had his personality. His feelings, and this voice, the voice she had always known.]

They're probably strong enough to make into clubs or hammers or something. We'd be doing everyone a service. Making the bars less shitty. [He makes a hand gesture, indicating how long the club should be.]</small. Or better yet. Cannonballs. We'll just drop them from above. They expect the cannon not bombs away from above.

[She drops her gaze from him and looks down at her hands - if she could even call them those. They'd made them all see so many things that weren't even there. They'd made them believe things about themselves that weren't true.

There will come a time when everything around you seems to be not what you thought it was...

She shivers. Hindsight is 20/20, and Sheba's completely sure that had been a warning of some kind. If only she'd known to prepare for this... because even knowing that what Fado's saying is true, it doesn't make it any easier to accept.]

It... hasn't, but... [How can we know if anything we've experienced here is real?] It's hard to come to terms with that...

Why did it end up like this..?

[Compared to some others in the tower, Ellen is handling the revelation quite well. To say that it unsettled her at first would be an understatement, but even so, she's sharp enough to recognize that's she's been given a body that cannot die or grow sick--and, more than that, the fact that everyone else is in the same situation.

So, she's not quite bothered by it. She blinks at the hand in her face, tilting her head curiously to one side to get a better look at the owner of that hand. Is it someone she knows? It's almost impossible to tell based off what is little more than a vague outline.]

Hello.

What is limits? It must be that funny word that people think means something but they just wave at it like you do at people you know when you're driving by.

[He even makes the little wave motion, because a joke has to have a bit of visual reference. It's a fact.]

Watch them try to cover it up now. Ooops, that was just a glitch, it was all fake. My lack of an ass, it was fake.

[At that, Tohko sighed before..trying to pat Waver on the head. It was much easier to do this when you were sitting down.]

I thought they just took the dead bodies, used their fresh pieces, and put them back together as best they could before transplanting our souls. However..I don't think anyone was expecting this. But Waver, while we might have bodies made of wires and liquid, we're still us, as our cores. I'm still Tohko Amano, the book girl, and you're still Waver Velvet.

[he sighs, quietly. he maybe closes his eyes tightly, trying to focus for the moment.]

I know. I know. It's... [ugh. he starts to reach out a hand before he thinks better of it, placing it back over his lap]

... I don't know what to do.

[Quark had been sleeping. Quite peacefully, one might add, before the chaos began all at once. Startled, he tumbled out of bed and almost forgot hat as he left his dorm--heart pounding too hard to let him stand still.

Even when the lights went out completely and the Tower faded to silence, he paced uneasily through the dorms. Even when the lights came on in a bloody hue, and the strange message played. Was this a fire drill or something? He had gone through some drills back home but he doubted there were any emergency exists in the Tower.

Unconsciously, he wraps his arms around himself, his pace quickening. He doesn't know where he's going, but he wants to get out of the hallway--to get out of the way. This is a time where he wants guidance. Quark's never been totally insufficient on his own in a tight spot...but circumstances had also never been quite like this.

He starts to calm down a bit when nothing else really happens, thinks of heading for one of those computer terminals to try and see if he can talk to some of the other residents--but then stops dead when he passes a restroom and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He does a double take.]

No way...n-no way!

[He doesn't sound excited. Feeling suddenly out of himself, Quark trips his way to the glass, wide-eyed and frightened. The thing in the mirror wasn't himself. Nothing was what it should have been. Even his hat--it was a slimy mess of metal mesh...who knows what.

He looked kind of like Mister K...only without the suit. It was as if his skin had been stripped away to reveal a robotic-thing underneath. Quark might not have known much about biology, but he knew enough to know that this was bad. Very, very bad.

He couldn't look at himself anymore. Feeling suddenly nauseous, a scream clinging to his tongue, Quark drops to the floor and slides underneath the sink, not even caring when the thing that should have been his hat clatters against the ground away from him. Covering his face with his hands, he curls his knees to his chest and tries to disappear. To make this nightmare disappear.

Things would be better in the morning. Things were always better in the morning. Still, tears sting in his eyes. Grandpa, why aren't you here?]

[Yotsuba was indeed a child, even if she wished that she could be a grown-up sometimes. While it was good that this person wasn't bad, Yotsuba was still..worried, scared, and confused.]

Okay..but how can you help Yotsuba? Can you turn me back to normal?

Turn their very tools against them huh? And if they ever break, we've got the materials to repair them. They probably wouldn't hold any sort of edge but if you crammed enough of 'em together...

I wonder if anyone's ever tried to burn them? Maybe we can turn them into a fuel source too.

[This is the stupidest conversation she's had in this Tower so far but right now? Right now she kind of needs this, even if she's reached an entirely new level of misery. It doubles as a reminder that at least some part of them is still human.]

[ She didn't want him to look at her. She wanted to tell him not ot look at her because of her state, of her appearance. It was all a lie. She had been lied to again. Everything in this place was a lie. The conditions and everything. She couldn't even use her magical abilities anymore. She couldn't protect or heal anyone.

This was worse than Facility. It was worse than watching people be incinerated and terminated but Facility was hell, this... she couldn't describe it at all. She just sobbed clinging to him while mumbling. ]

Don't look at me....don't...I-I don't know who I am anymore! Who-What am I?!

[ She squeezing him as tight as she could, as if he would melt into nothing too. She didn't want to lose him, or anyone she ever cared about. This isn't what she wanted for any of her friends or Darres. ]

[Riku glances over at Ira, and if he had anything like an expression right now, the concern would be written all over his face. As it is, he can't really think of anything to say to make this all better (and if this was Xion, he'd squeeze her shoulder and ruffle her hair and promise that they'd pull though somehow, but it isn't and he has honestly no idea if or how to comfort the other).

But Terra is here and he is asking for room numbers, and that's something Riku can provide - given that almost all of them have been here for about a year or more, he knows them, has been there more than once.

He takes a step back allowing Terra to step into the room if he wants to as he starts talking.]

...Xion, Sora, Naminé and my double are on the first floor. Rooms One, Six, Fifteen and Fourteen. The other Sora is at Two-Six.

I don't know where the other...

[He trails off, glancing over at Ira for help. Know where your double is?]

How the hell do you know that?

[Now he just sounded bitter. If sarcasm couldn't be his last defense against everything, then more often than not he defaulted to irritation and anger.]

Do you have any idea--any comprehension of what it would take to transplant souls to begin with? It's...it's a level way above the entire Holy Grail War. We could be copies just like--

[He was just barely aware enough of what he was saying to stop 'copies just like Servants' from coming out of his mouth. That seemed too cruel even in the face of all this.]

How do we know whatever 'we' are isn't some sick imitation too?!

[Bathrooms seemed like a good place for finding people though Darres couldn't possibly fathom why with the mirrors and all. Many were disturbed by their appearance and what they were. He could understand why it would bother them, and the reasons were rational, but the knight had different priorities. It honestly didn't matter to him what he was or what they were, it was superficial to him. It was the mentality, and the emotions that were important to him.

He was especially worried for the child he met when he first came here. Darres was all sorts of relieved to find him. Darres was far too tall to join him under the sink, but he was as close as he could be.]

Quark? Quark is that you?

[It was hard to tell now, so verbal confirmation was all he needed.]

Don't open your eyes.

[He doesn't need to witness the nightmare anymore. All he needed to know was that he wasn't alone anymore. Darres was here to support him.]

It's Darres, I'm here now, you don't need to worry any longer.

That doesn't matter to me. [And why should it? Apparently he was just the same as her too, and he couldn't explain what was going on.]

All that matters is that you're with me and you're safe.

[t was the truth. That's all that mattered to him. He'll hold her tenderly, allowing her to freely vent onto him.]

Edited 2013-06-01 08:55 (UTC)

Glamour Failure

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Dorm Bathrooms (Closed)

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Everything you know and love gone? Minor problem. Only nutrition bars? Abandon all hope.

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Weep because there's only the bars.

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the roodest but no regrets

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That is what hell is like. Just nutrition bars everywhere. The floors. The walls. The very air.

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how the balls did i screw that one up

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