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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[acceptedoblivion]

[It isn't really the image of her like this that bothers him. In his heart - fake as it may be - he knows it's still her, bright and comforting and kind as she always seemed to him. Rather, it's seeing just how fake everything is and even this body he was given when his disappeared in the darkness and their memories was just wires and tubes. At least Vexen had given him actual flesh and bone, synthetic and doll-like as they were... Now he didn't even have that, and seeing that even those more than him - people he knew and trusted even if he disliked a few of them - were the same...

It leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

He bends down next to her, trying to hide a semblance of a grimace. What was 'alright'; was it a lie, like everything else in this light-forsaken place? He doesn't know. All he knows is that he can at least still move.]

...I'll be fine.

[Someday. When pigs sprout wings and fly like Tink sprinkled her fairy dust on them. Man, even his voice doesn't sound so sure. In fact, that Tone probably sounds similar to when he turned his back on her, Sora, Donald and Goofy...]

[lethechained]

[It's a feeling she is at least loosely familiar, in her own way. Even though her appearance had been in part Kairi's, at the same time, she'd always had it. Copy or not, it was about as real as anything else that made her up was. That had never been taken from her, at least. It wasn't that she cared so much for what she looked like, but rather that she could at least depend on that, when there was so little else she could, and now... well, not anymore.]

[To be the same as the others, though - that's something she hasn't quite had time to process fully, yet, but the implications will doubtlessly and in part already do trouble her.]

[Her eyes follow him. Her ears, too, do not miss a beat, and they do not miss that tone. Her expression, were it wholly visible, would be sad in a very specific sort of way. That isn't a Tone she'd ever wanted to hear again.]

....

[She didn't stop him, that time in Castle Oblivion when she heard that tone. Perhaps in another situation, she would still hold her tongue, but--]

Promise?

[It's soft and somber and gentle and she tries so hard not to let even a single note of desperation in.]

[acceptedoblivion]

[He tries to pay attention to the minute details where her face should be, but in the faint glow of their souls and collar fluid, along with the red lights... he can't fully realize the expressions. Implications only made the sensation of something twisting inside him worse, and he knows with that single word what she meant.

She was thinking back to the last time they'd seen each other, when their bodies were real and not some cheap knock-off metal and tubes of glowing liquid.

When he turned his back on the only people who actually cared about him.]

...

[It takes him a moment to nod, because like the last time she asked a question like this, he wasn't sure about this answer, either.]

Promise.

[Though in truth, he doesn't know if he can keep it. At least he isn't about to run off and do something stupid? He's just... defeated. A little. On the inside. Even one of the abilities he has that's his own (and he hates) is a lie.]

I'm more worried- [He looks at his hand, flexing the metal that makes it. Funny; it still felt real even when what he guesses he can see from say it's a lie.] -for those who still thought that it was more than this than me.

[A partial lie; he's more worried for how those from their worlds will take it, considering how complicated the whole Heart/Soul/real and fake thing is.]

It's almost funny, really...

[lethechained]

[She is perhaps more familiar with expressions in general, with reading faces and voices and hearts, but even for her, this is a significant challenge. At least with him, though, she can surmise. She can make, with the knowledge of who he is to back her up, an extremely well-educated guess. That he understands her, even in that one word, is... comfort, at least, even if it's not the most welcome of topics to be unspoken but present between them.]

[And she watches for his nod, accepts it when it comes. She thinks of raising her pinky for him to take, but refrains. She'll not so bind him; his word is good enough, because she knows, too, that he may not be able to keep it. It's not a promise to hold him back, this time, but a promise to move him forward.]

[Her eyes shift to his hand as it moves, watching in turn. It's funny and it isn't funny. It's deadly serious, too - it's all a matter of perspective.]

... We're... not anything different from what we were before this happened. [Within the tower, that is.] It's just that we know that, now. [There's a stirring of something in the back of her mind, something that makes her very uncomfortable, because it feels as though it shakes her very core, the very foundation of her sense of self. There is the slightest of shivers to her shoulders, and then she suppresses it. Those thoughts are for later.] But knowing the truth is... hard, sometimes. No matter who-- or what you are. They... may need help. [And so do the two of them, perhaps, but-- but it's easier, when it's someone else's problem one is trying to fix. The two of them, at least, have experience with this.]

gomen for late

[acceptedoblivion]

[Maybe he's glad for it, for his word to be just enough for her and no real pinky promise being necessary - no matter how much he wouldn't mind it, since it would likely keep him from doing something even more stupid than he has the last few months. Though it's enough for him. She trusts him enough to hope that he will keep his word, so he'll try to do so. It's the least he can do, even if when his thoughts go back to what his hand really is...

Well, it isn't like he didn't help bring this into being.]

You're right... we're not. [Though the question is... how different were they really from the others? And why was his soul purple while the real thing was green? Why weren't they the same? Did Vexen mess up somewhere?] We're still us.

[... Naminé. You realize you're preaching to the choir, right? Because you're saying this to the one who kind of went into a catatonic state when the truth about himself was revealed back home. Yet he shrugs it off, because the point was made.]

Think you're ready to help them?

[Because he noticed that shiver. Don't think he didn't.]

/pats <333333

[lethechained]

[She would offer it, if her fears required that of her. For now, though, she will wait and see and prepare, just in case he should fail. As ever, she feels compelled to try to make sure as many of them get through this as intact as possible, and all the more to do that for him.]

[She nods, and she listens, watching for his reaction inasmuch as can be managed at the moment. Her attempt at a smile is successful but probably largely irrelevant.]

[The girl is very much aware who it is she's preaching to. That doesn't mean it isn't still true, isn't still important that he understand it in those terms, because at least that way maybe he'll realize he's not alone, not set apart from the others or made less than them for it.]

[Breathing in slowly and then out in a not-quite sigh seems to be required, but-- she nods.]

More than ready. I... never really had as much to lose, I guess. [Being as she was already Nothing, right? But that's beside the point.] ... I think... I need to help them. [For her sake as well as theirs.]