towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

[ Such a huge revelation with so many horrible implications. Those artificial bodies they had been granted were even less than they thought. Everything around them was an illusion, and what little was no lie was only metallic frame and film. That was the true power of the administrators he could witness-- Much like the gods of his world. How pathetic.

As it was to be expected, most of the population was freaking out and about to lose it. Yet a few others were facing the news with apparent calmness. You could add the Great King of Evil to that group. After all he had seen in the tower ever since his arrival, that sort of revelation, whilst not what he had expected, was nothing impossible. It did not mean he felt nothing at the revelation, no.

He was annoyed ~~furious~~ at his soul being trapped in such a pathetic body, unworthy of the magnificent Demon King. He had been trapped in the appearance of a blue pig when he had been sealed within the dark world before, but it still had been his body. How pathetic this current body was, only further proved the incompetence of those so-called saviors.

The fact his powers were unavailable and that they may as well have been apart of the illusion? Made it worse. He prided himself in his might and god-like powers. If the Triforce was nothing more than a copy, created out of this strange film, then he would have to give up chasing after Link and Zelda for the missing pieces while he was in this tower.

Power... Power was out and obviously Ruana didn't take well to the event. A reality had not changed-- She and this tower were responsible for moving the souls and destroying the worlds. They were not unlike the gods of Hyrule, those he had robbed of their power. And he was still intent on accomplishing the same here. The power of this tower was what he would go after, much as before. With the Ruana furious and the systems down, now was a good time to strike. He would need to gather a few trusted one before doing anything, such as Nesir, but even in a situation like that he wasn't about to let go of any opportunity to take power.

So you will be able to find the King of Evil walking the corridors in the search for familiar shapes, heading for the first floor. In spite of the situation, he may be easilly recognizable, as tall and massive as he naturally is. And as mentioned above he looks fairly calm, pleased even? Maybe his self-control improved greatly over time.

He has in hands his swords, made of the film. Doesn't matter what they look like as long as they do their job to cut any monsters in his path. ]

[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.]

[ Ganondorf turned as he heard the familiar speech pattern, there was no mistake as to who it was. She looked and sounded calm enough, as he had hoped. He may need her soon after all. ]

Nesir. [He nodded.] I see you are taking the revelation well. Good.

[ Thankfully he cannot know better. ]

[She shrugged, it was getting easier to move and react now, making her brain see what was there and not think it had facial expressions when it didn't. It was a little bit like when she had lost her fingers, and sometimes her brain tried to get her to pick things up with fingers that didn't exist.]

There do be being no point crying about it.

Indeed. [He nodded.] We're going to have and act soon. The situation has evolved and with the energy reserves depleted, security in administrative areas should be weaker.

[ That's Ganondorf for you-- Get the worse revelation of your life, still think about going after power. At least he never has time to be depressed. ]

[Well it was better than thinking about the fact the little identity she had managed to hoard over the years was all for naught.] What do you be needing me to be doing?

[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.]

[ Ganondorf immediately recognized Sephiroth when he addressed him-- Not only very few would have addressed him in this tower, but the manner of doing it and the 'hairs' gave it away. He nodded. ]

Sephiroth.

[ Apparently Ganondorf was calm. Not that he had not felt the anger and hatred, but for someone who was pretty much an incarnation of hatred, this was nothing destabilizing. No matter the situation his desire for Hyrule's revival and more power always ended up prevailing.

Nevertheless he was satisfied to see Sephiroth was taking it all with apparent calmness as well (he didn't take notice of the broken hand), that was to be expected. More than ever now they needed to calmly think of the situation. He looked down toward the elevator, to what was the supposed source of the howling. ]

I think Ruana does not appreciate what happened.

[ The sarcasm is overflowing. ]

Hmph.

[Acknowledging grunt issued, Sephiroth follows Ganondorf's gaze towards that elevator.]

That's assuming that noise is Ruana. She must have overslept.

[His tone is enough to reveal the knowing smirk he'd be carrying if he had a face to express with. They had disturbed her before, he recalls. They'd all paid for that one.

What did it all mean now though? To be with only their souls for real. All the death he's experienced, was it damaging his soul or simply making it harder for them to re-insert into a vessel? Thinking about it, his soul should be geared perfectly for constant rebirth - into a vessel of his own creating though. Not this empty wire cage.

All in all, this whole thing has only violently ripped the scab off of questions that he still hadn't found the answers for. Questions he'd let rest before, for the sake of his sanity.]

Maybe. [He chuckled.] Maybe that noise is Ruana's true form voice. Or the true enemy, we have no answer for now.

[ After all if the glamour system hided their true nature behind images of what they used to be, it was possible if not likely that the same was true for Ruana and the administrators. And if he had to hazard a guess, Ganondorf would imagine Ruana to be as monstrous as his own demonic form.

But the important point here, was the lack of answers. Questions that needed answers indeed. Twice Ganondorf had organized infiltration, only one he had taken part in it. The third infiltration would be coming soon. ]

As soon as she will calm down, I'll need to go down. Last year June had proven a good month for infiltrating and I have little doubt this year will be any different.

You'd step into the fire still?

[Sephiroth had willingly gone to his death downstairs last time, and those results were not something he wished to repeat for so little gain. Sure now that the Glamour system was down it might serve to cheapen their bodies even more, for if they aren't real physically then what is death but another broken cage.

But then what of that strange feeling the last time. He hadn't remembered anything significant in all of the deaths before then. It concerns him. On the other hand, how else would he know about the actual consequences unless he went looking for answers.

The administration certainly wasn't going to give them any hints. It was inevitable that Sephiroth would have to consider again.]

Careful not to assume, Ganondorf. I wasn't here, back then, but power failures can't be a good omen.

[Ryoji was getting better at telling the difference between those he did and didn't know after wandering through the tower for a while. Some people just looked too familiar, even when a simple wire outline, and pairing that with the colour of the gel inside each cage usually helped him figure out whether this was someone to approach or avoid.

Ganondorf was clearly on the avoid list, especially with those swords. Ryoji has no idea where vitals are on this new body, but he doesn't care to find out. He quickly hurries back to the staircase, though he worries that maybe he stood there gaping too long.]

[ Ganondorf was not so quick to recognize Ryoji, unfortunately. Someone standing and gaping in fear upon seeing him? By now probably half the tower qualified, that made a lot of people to review. But through a game of elimination and by keeping his color in mind, Ganondorf got an idea of who that could be.

As he hurried to the staircase, Ganondorf laughed and shook his head. ]

Boy, do you know so little on me to think I would harm you without a reason?

[Caught... Ryoji freezes, as if he thinks he can still hide, but eventually, he forces himself to turn around and face Ganondorf.]

No... that wasn't it.

[Though he was partially worried about the possibility of a fight, he was more worried about speaking to someone that had sent shadows and other people to spy on him. Clearly, Ryoji still wasn't trusted to keep to himself, and was watched over. He didn't like it. He was constantly being reminded of a mistake he made months ago, and who had been hurt because of it.]

Glamour Failure

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/makes poor choices

rich choices you mean

well as long as you approve~