towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

Miss Grants. Mister Fabre.

[The tension in his frame lessened at the sound of the two familiar voices, but he kept his tone that of polite neutrality. It was for the best.]

That's unfortunate to hear. I was wondering if anything in there had a clue about what's going on. There should be one somewhere if we look hard enough.

Prove it.

[Two words, spoken without malice or rage, were his only responce to this tantrum. If the girl couldn't, then she truly would be a child in his eyes.]

Sephiroth's laughter dropped to a silence again as those thoughts passed. Tiggered by his own internal thoughts, not anything Alucard was saying to him. He doesn't recognize the other frame in the room, not even by the voice. He's only watching him out of his own self-preservation.

"Logically, yes." This other frame must be new, blind to the intricacies of their imprisonment here. It's better this way, Sephiroth figures, at least he can't be led into falsehoods like Sephiroth himself had been. This would sting for a while, to be sure.

"But there is nothing logical about this place. At least until tonight."

... I am not saying people cannot stay here. But--we need to gain control, either way. People should have the right to make that decision. I know if I went home, I would never be able to see my dear friend ever again. Times and reality separate us.

[ But... she's thinking. That... she thinks, is up to Zelda. ]

I suppose for now, we wait until the right moment to strike back at her. I am sure she will be displeased.

I'll wait then, little lady. Make sure to give me a call when that happens.

[David's trying to sneak somewhere, anywhere that might be out of sight of these ... pulped things. That's a lot harder to do now that the tower's floors have been mostly reduced to empty spaces dripping with this—stuff. If he were still in his real body and not feeling like a firefly trying to cosplay as a human, and had his real equipment, he could have just activated the cloaking system and snuck right on past them all. And that's if he didn't also have his rifle, blast it—]

[Wait, what's that light?]

[David glances back toward the stairwell and notices the other, blue-filled wireframe armed with ... whatever that bunch of gunk was supposed to be.]

[Is he motioning for him to head over to where he is?]

[David looks back at the orcs, then back to where he is, pressed up against a wall in a pitiful attempt to reduce his visibility—yeah, hiding isn't going to work. He'd better try and get to the stairwell. Still, maybe if he just sidles along the wall toward the stairwell, he can remain out of sight—]

[No such luck. One of the orcs happens to look over in David's general direction ... oh man, now it's seen him for sure. David freezes up for a second, as if staying still would have made him any less conspicuous, but it's too late—the orc points toward him with its sword and lets out a pained roar that sounds more like a war cry, alerting the rest of its pack.]

Well, I guess Kariya. I did promise him a date with you and everything.

[Even if this was far from an ideal date.]

Most of the guys you don't already know I can find on my own. What about you? Who do you want me to keep an eye out for?

Do not speak like that. What is it about now that means you cannot be of help to anyone? Because you no longer have access to magic now? Because you are a soul and not a Servant? You still have a body to wield a sword in, Lancelot, and your mind is perfectly sane at the moment.

[How does she explain this? She chose him based on skill, not because of magic. Though she supposes that any mage stripped of magic would feel the same way. If she had not experienced being without her own magic before in this Tower, she would probably feel completely useless as well right now.]

The monsters here are still real. The people look different, but still need protecting. If you wish to help your Master you can arm yourself and defend him and others. We do not know if we can still be brought back while in this state which means they could be in very real danger right now.

None.

[He had few resources, less information, and nothing but his will and a mind that he didn't fully trust to go by. He couldn't access his powers-- they had to be real-- but he did have his wits.

There was something...]

We should find the truth, but I don't know where to begin.

... In a moment.

[At least Avenger isn't pushing him.]

[Which really wouldn't help her in the long run. However, that didn't mean that she would back down here.]

There are things left! Our original bodies still exist, and Dax spoke about finding a way to restore the universes. If there wasn't a chance of bringing them back, he wouldn't bring it up! And they might be animals on the outside too, in truth. I have no idea what they might look like, now that the illusions are down.

Yes...

[He reaches out to wipe some of the liquid from his brother's face.]

I know you probably didn't know, but Claudia had a history with the version of me from her world. Well...not me so much as my master. We've talked now, but...the talk is something that probably should happened under much different circumstances.

I know you don't mean to hurt them, but I need you to just not do this anymore.

[Diarmuid's voice suddenly drops very low.]

Besides, I think there is someone I like. I don't think she feels the same way, but...I am not ready to give up on her yet. I don't want to be with anyone else.

Hey, no rush.

[ He shrugged carelessly, seemingly content to wait for Naoya to pull himself back together. ]

[His mouth drops open.]

Whoa! Really?

[He notices how loud he has gotten in his excitement and quiets down.]

T-that's awesome, Bro. Who's the lucky girl?

[He moves to give Diarmuid a big hug.]

I know. You are right.

[It's probably a good thing she can't see his face right now. There would be both doubt and shame in his eyes because her words are echoing some of the same doubts he's started having since this happened.]

I don't know if they thought that far ahead. I think maybe they were just looking for a chance to try and do something. Anything and that might have blinded them to some very important truths.

They better come up with a plan. And quickly.

[She gives another huff.]

You did what?

[There is suddenly a darkness and anger in Diarmuid's voice that is very rarely found there. The hand against his brother's shoulder curls into a fist and it's all he can do to keep from hitting him again. The tension in his arms is so great they are shaking.]

Kariya and I are just starting to work through the mess that happened when my curse acted up and you did what?

[Never mind that his brother might not know that Kariya had confessed his love to Diarmuid and Diarmuid had been forced to tell him he could never love him as anything other than family. The other servant had been there when Diarmuid had broken down and lashed out verbally at everyone. He knew what Diarmuid didn't. He knew what he had said that had hurt Kariya so much.]

How could you? He is hurting enough already!

...

[Waver faltered at that; he'd been ready to call the other Lancer an idiot again until Diarmuid had spoken up. That tone in his Servant's voice frightened him--and the fact that he could be afraid of Diarmuid even for a moment unnerved him even more.]

[He quickly swallowed that uncertainty and took the knight's hand, speaking calmly but with a firm edge to his words.]

Calm down. Don't overreact too drastically. And you- [he looked to Cu Chulainn with a critical stare] -what are you thinking? This game's gone more than far enough; well-intentioned or not, stop trying to set him up with every other idiot wandering the Tower.

[Since he first went completely sober, Gamzee had had a problem sitting still. He used to be able to stay in the same position for hours on end, thinking about nothing and not even noticing the extreme lapse of time. Now, however, sitting idly meant dwelling, and dwelling meant fretting, and fretting was so unpleasant to him that he had to keep moving, keep looking forward. Only certain times did he feel a need to sit and ponder, and that was more to process, rather than reflect. He took breaks on his own time, and when something so monumental was taking place was definitely not a time he would have chosen to take a fucking break.]

[However... he was tired. And he sort of expected this reaction from Tavros as soon as he set out to find him. Admitting there was nothing to do now would be giving in, if only a little, to the thought that they were helpless and unsaveable. He didn't want to be worthless, or helpless. He'd stay, but he couldn't stay without making his point heard.]

I ain't got no fuckin' plan in my nug. Ain't much never be having one, really.

[Small body movements were lost in this state, so it would probably be hard to tell that Gamzee enjoyed the physical affection very much, because he didn't really show it outwardly. His body shrunk into Tavros' hold minutely, but that was the only difference.]

Mostly that... if you ain't motherfucking moving, you're motherfucking dead, is what I all feel in my god damn bones. Or, what the fuck ever hell's mirth be fuckin' makin' us up of at the wicked moment.

[He laughed dryly.]

Sittin' around waitin' on something to motherfuckin' come in and save you ain't gonna get you nothin' but a whole lot of wasted mother fucking time.

[He chuckled as he spat those words out.]

But, sittin' and waitin' for nothing don't seem so motherfuckin' bad when I all think of doin' it with you.

[Holding hands with his roommate was not how Gamzee had imagined spending his time as a wire frame. But, he couldn't really speculate what else he would be doing, so, it really didn't seem so out of the ordinary after all.]

So we sit here like fuckin' lovestruck pansies? That your motherfuckin' plan?

Ain't motherfuckin' doubting on it.

[He said dismissively, and with much distraction. He wasn't really focused on anything else in particular, but a whole lot of nothing. His mind was racing, but it wasn't racing with any solid thoughts.]

Hard to fuckin' tell you bitches from one a fucking nother in this goop.

[Gamzee laughed most heartily at this, honking in delight at the image it projected, and in the twisted way his words were misinterpreted.]

Fuckin' all exactly what I'm motherfuckin' meaning to be doing, dog.

[That was a good idea, and Yotsuba thought about a few names. She had met Rabbit already..but not Edgeworth, Enoch, or Kyoko.]

I do! Do you have any names, Diarmuid?

[After all, if they were all going searching, it was best that they all call out, even if she was the leader who would call the shots.]

[He picks up on her voice. Ah, good thing she's fine.]

I'm doing fine so far. [After almost snapping, but he pull through.] I saw some of my friends, and I'm looking for the others.

*Enoch tucks the note back into his pocket as soon as it's returned to him.*

Only a year. *He turns to slide down against the back of the couch.* ...It will be difficult. But it can be done.

Glamour Failure

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