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

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[justabignobody]

[Riku doesn't know many people with yellow collar, and non of them really closer, but still he crouches down when he sees her sitting in the hallway, hears her whisper and he just can't just leave her here, can he?

No, he definitely can't.

There is concern in his voice, when he speaks up, low and careful, one hand reaching out in offer to her.]

Hey... This probably isn't a good spot for a breakdown.

[slightlyoblivious]

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.]

[justabignobody]

[He listens quietly, the hand that stayed by his side clenching into a fist as he listens to her words - he understands what she's feeling, would so even if they weren't stuck in the same situation.

Been there, done that after all.

He keeps his pull gentle when he helps her up, making sure that she doesn't overbalance.]

I know me saying this probably doesn't help now, but this isn't quite as bad as it looks. We are still us. Our and actions actions are ours, regardless of what we look like. Not even Ruana can change that.

[Bare certain games, like back in October. But still. Ruana couldn't read minds, couldn't tell them what to think. That is what truly counts.]