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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[true_noir]

[The wireframed girl leaned in close and looked at her, squinting. After a moment, it quirked its false lips into a smile. It had taken a minute or two to recognize her, it seemed.]

Feferi...

Think of it this way. You have not killed me once in this place. This body... is just a toy, a shell they tease us with. You're right. It's a lie, and a game. Perhaps it is exhausting to see the truth now. but, if it means anything, I don't think you've ever failed anyone or hurt anyone here.

You've just broken dolls that can be repaired.

[She giggled again, shaking her head.]

But you do realize that it isn't the only game in town by now, don't you? What if you could escape to another of these worlds. One less... cruel?

[cullscuttlefish]

I've been here for over a year now, Chloe. Seeing the same things repeated again and again, having my soul extracted - and even if this is just a shell, it's beyond painful. It's beyond anything I can describe.

I hurt people with the truth of how it happened, then. If you want your body taken downstairs to -

[and then she laughs, and it's loud and surprising to even herself.]

- that son of a fucking bitch. It's a game to him, putting us back together and changing us and such, but it's an honest game because he's never seen us as anything but pieces of these frames. Broken dolls, like you said.

...assuming there was a place I could escape to. If given a peaceful place? I could, in theory, live forever. A blood curse, of sorts.

[A single, filmy tear slips down her cheek.]

[true_noir]

You're right of course. Jason has never hidden what he is. He's a beast and a twisted bastard that toys with us. But if you were to find a peaceful little patch of false reality to hide out in, a new body to inhabit, perhaps it would all be worth it.

Steal a few away with you.

Me? I don't worry so much. [She reached up to brush the tear away and shook her head.] I was broken long before they got ahold of me. And now I'm free and broken.

[cullscuttlefish]

...well, it means I don't have to feel guilty for spitting in his face right before he sucked my soul out of one frame while I was still conscious. The bastard had it coming because it was just another twisted experiment.

...maybe. Maybe.

[Feferi reaches out and puts a hand on Chloe's shoulder.]

But immortality? I don't use the word 'curse' lightly. And 'broken'...there's nothing that can't be fixed.

[true_noir]

[Her hand planted hard to the wall beside Feferi, her body twisting up close to her and looking at her with dead eyes while the troll let her fingers rest on her shoulder. Her lips curled upwards in a half-mad smile as she looked at her through the lower part of the lids and giggled softly.]

Do you mean to fix me, Empress? Do you even know what is broken in this clockwork doll after so long?

Is that a ... promise?

[She sounded a little 'off' again, while she leaned her forehead up towards the troll's.]

I'm almost curious enough to let you try.