Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

Comments

wow Angra's the sane man here

[destructiveprinciple]

[ When the announcement had sounded—mechanically babbling about exhausted power blocks, shutting off non-critical systems, and critical error code 037, glamour failure and down to zero the countdown went before abruptly the darkness and the silence was replaced with a dim redness—below his feet, something bestial was howling. It was pissed.

Avenger had been on his nightly wanderings when the changes had hit. He didn't stand guard outside Naoya's room all the time, only when he had nothing else to do.

His surroundings were drastically different in appearance. Lifeless metal, coated in that film, all the lies and and his body... Well, personally Angra had expected something more organic. What a pathetic, stupid-looking form to be imprisoned within. But he'd been existing as a Servant residing in a magically constructed vessel for a long time and as evil revolting mud for even longer, so he's not very bothered. He doesn't feel particularly disgusted, angered or panicked by his wireframe figure of violet. The loss of the false environment was mourned more as it meant he couldn't indulge in the wildlife, and rather signaled the end of the vacation. :\a

Thanks to Naoya, he's even aware of what could have potentially interfered with the system: those chips. Those chips that been installed by the residents themselves. Well.

Avenger was annoyed, mainly. His powers, or the illusion of them, were gone and his new prana supply had been cut off. He couldn't summon his weapons or shift his appearance. What a pain in the ass.

But not as big as pain in the ass as his Master. He'd, the moment the bond had severed, turned and started back to where he had last sensed Naoya's presence to be through the now-defunct connection. Just to check and see if he'd died, you see. And the man hadn't stumbled very far and collapsed when Angra got there, a wiry violet figure of foil and wire.

... Oh. He's laughing. Angra recognizes that note of madness in his laughter. He considers what he should do to keep him together. ]

how did that even happen

[crouching_sin]

[He turns around - he can't sense anything anymore, but he knows when he's being watched. The shape... it's hard to tell who it is like this. He has a clue, but no real certainty.]

Tch... it's all damn fake...

i don't even know man

[destructiveprinciples]

[ The wireframe body, filled with violet liquid, shrugs and nods. ]

Yep! A lie, a lie, every last bit of it~ [ What a low budget the administrators must be operating on if this is the best they could manage. The singsong tone switches back to his normal tone of voice. ] Master, how are you holding' up, huh?

alert the goddamn media

[crouching_sin]

[Ah. Definitely whom he thought it was.]

Heh. Heheheh. Not... well. I can't fight like this. I couldn't summon demons before - not having access to my spells is worse.

breaking news everyone is crazy

[destructiveprinciples]

[ Isn't that a comfort, Naoya. It's okay, he didn't expect you to holding together very well anyway. ]

Haha, my weapons were confiscated, too. Neither of us fight without 'em worth a damn right now, huh? What a pain. I'm not too bad with my bare fists—not enough to defend us for long however.

[ A melodramatic sigh. ]

We've been shown a bothersome truth, huh?

jason still a jerk, news at 11

[crouching_sin]

Same... I have physical training, but it's not enough.

Tch. While I'm glad we know the truth, the way it was revealed to us is aggravating. Hopefully things will be fixed soon - at least if we can use our abilities, though we know they're simulated, we'll be in better shape.

[destructiveprinciple]

S'all a matter of the mind. Looks like those chips had their uses, after all, huh.

[ He glances down the hallway, listening to the screaming and crying noises that fills the air. Aggravating was one way to put it. Yeah, Avenger preferred access to his abilities, faked or not. ]

Didja' hear that howling? We really pissed 'em off. The illusion should be back up soon enough. The whole lot's incompetent, not slow.

[crouching_sin]

My guess is that's Ruana. We should probably expect worse during her months now. It just makes things more complicated.

... But yes, I imagine that it'll go up again soon.

[destructiveprinciple]

Eh, right. She's not just childish and vindictive, that woman, she's cheap too. [ He gestures at their wireframe bodies, filled with nothing but their souls. So cheap, to be afforded only the basics. ]

[ Angra peers at Naoya's relatively featureless shape. ] Do ya' feel like getting up?

[crouching_sin]

... In a moment.

[At least Avenger isn't pushing him.]

[destructiveprinciples]

Hey, no rush.

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