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towerofanimus2013-07-06 05:58 am
beknightedheroine) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-06 05:58 am
twenty first staff ♞ da capo
Characters: Sayaka Miki and [your name here].
Setting: Dorm room 1-05, and then the dormitory elevator + ostensibly any floors it goes to.
Format: Written in prose, will match you.
Summary: Over a month ago, Sayaka Miki vanished from the tower without a trace. Today, she shows back up.
Warnings: My usual rambley, angsty-by-nature writing, including a passage of a character being trapped on their dead home world and all the emotional anguish that would entail.
Her vision swims gradually into focus, and it occurs to Sayaka that she is several things she had not expected to be.
The last thing she remembered, here, in this place, was the strappings of reality bleeding away into a skeletal vessel of metal ribbed with violet, just another shape for what was just another soul gem--
--and,
The last thing she remembered at all was the wasteland. The charred purgatory she was always consigned to, when the tower no longer clung onto her soul. She wondered if this was some kind of choice. Maybe something like,
Retain the image of yourself, but remain alone?
Or lose your face, and remain in the tower?
She discarded that theory when her shouts – her eventual screams of, “Take it! Take it! Just take me back!” did absolutely nothing but echo back to her ears. So. She was wrong about it being a test. It was just plain old abandonment in her old, dead world, as per usual.
Telling herself she was used to it was a good delusion. She congratulated herself on the idea, but the execution was quite poor: she didn't feel used to it at all. Her powers of self-deception weren't up to the task, apparently.
Seven hundred and twenty-three hours of solitude later Sayaka began to wonder if the the Thing snuffing out worlds ever came back around for a second go, and if so, if it would notice a singular ghost languishing on a singular planet. Maybe she should build a smoke signal for it.
Six hours later she kicked apart her attempt at creating a pile of flammable debris, a little bit scared of what she'd been thinking.
At the exact amount of hours where time officially becomes meaningless and, in fact, painful to contemplate the existence of, she felt her consciousness forcibly slipping away from her, recognized what the feeling meant, and waited until she could lift her eyelids (eyelids? she had those still?) and let her vision swim gradually into focus--
--and,
Here she was, sitting up in her bed in dormitory room 1-05, wondering if the window had always been on that wall or if someone had decided to rearrange the furniture as a joke. It was something Sayaka was fuzzily sure she would have done, if the idea and free time had struck her.
------->>(elevator, and technically any floor it stops at)
Her brain always acted like a shy slug, when she arrived back from being vanished for a while. She supposed she should be used to that, but it was aggravating, and her only solution for it was to just brute-force past. With that idea in mind, Sayaka made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for a useful-sounding floor (she might've missed and hit a different one, who knows), then retreated away from the doors to wait for them to close. She fit every possible definition of the word 'groggy,' and it showed.
Setting: Dorm room 1-05, and then the dormitory elevator + ostensibly any floors it goes to.
Format: Written in prose, will match you.
Summary: Over a month ago, Sayaka Miki vanished from the tower without a trace. Today, she shows back up.
Warnings: My usual rambley, angsty-by-nature writing, including a passage of a character being trapped on their dead home world and all the emotional anguish that would entail.
Her vision swims gradually into focus, and it occurs to Sayaka that she is several things she had not expected to be.
The last thing she remembered, here, in this place, was the strappings of reality bleeding away into a skeletal vessel of metal ribbed with violet, just another shape for what was just another soul gem--
--and,
The last thing she remembered at all was the wasteland. The charred purgatory she was always consigned to, when the tower no longer clung onto her soul. She wondered if this was some kind of choice. Maybe something like,
Retain the image of yourself, but remain alone?
Or lose your face, and remain in the tower?
She discarded that theory when her shouts – her eventual screams of, “Take it! Take it! Just take me back!” did absolutely nothing but echo back to her ears. So. She was wrong about it being a test. It was just plain old abandonment in her old, dead world, as per usual.
Telling herself she was used to it was a good delusion. She congratulated herself on the idea, but the execution was quite poor: she didn't feel used to it at all. Her powers of self-deception weren't up to the task, apparently.
Seven hundred and twenty-three hours of solitude later Sayaka began to wonder if the the Thing snuffing out worlds ever came back around for a second go, and if so, if it would notice a singular ghost languishing on a singular planet. Maybe she should build a smoke signal for it.
Six hours later she kicked apart her attempt at creating a pile of flammable debris, a little bit scared of what she'd been thinking.
At the exact amount of hours where time officially becomes meaningless and, in fact, painful to contemplate the existence of, she felt her consciousness forcibly slipping away from her, recognized what the feeling meant, and waited until she could lift her eyelids (eyelids? she had those still?) and let her vision swim gradually into focus--
--and,
Here she was, sitting up in her bed in dormitory room 1-05, wondering if the window had always been on that wall or if someone had decided to rearrange the furniture as a joke. It was something Sayaka was fuzzily sure she would have done, if the idea and free time had struck her.
------->>(elevator, and technically any floor it stops at)
Her brain always acted like a shy slug, when she arrived back from being vanished for a while. She supposed she should be used to that, but it was aggravating, and her only solution for it was to just brute-force past. With that idea in mind, Sayaka made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for a useful-sounding floor (she might've missed and hit a different one, who knows), then retreated away from the doors to wait for them to close. She fit every possible definition of the word 'groggy,' and it showed.
Cafeteria HOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The momentary glamour flickers don't help, either.
Whatever - either way, food was taken care of for the time being, so Lina was on her way back up to do something. Whatever it was, she forgot about it when she got to the elevator, 'cause there was a pretty familiar face standing there. Hopefully Sayaka was groggy enough to miss that split second of relief that crossed Lina's face, and was quickly replaced with a haughty look as she folded her arms.
"Well, well - look what the cat dragged in!"
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"Oh, geez, I changed my mind." She takes a step back, and stares pointedly at the floor, towards what she knows is at least the administrators' general direction. "You can un-take me back now," she implores the polished tiles.
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"...forgot those things do that."
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A smirk edges onto her face as Lina dodges her harrowing encounter with the doors, and Sayaka watches as the edge of her cape barely escapes getting closed in the door. "Oh, nice dodge."
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"Wait a minute - who the hell are you, and what have you done with Sayaka, huh?" Lina jabs an accusatory finger at the other girl, getting dangerously close to poking her physically. "Your cutting remarks are dull, you complimented something mundane I did, you--"
Waaaaaaaaait a second. Wait. A possibility hits, and Lina deflates a bit while looking possibly remorseful. "...just how long have you been back?"
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But her sense of time is currently evading her reach. It had malfunctioned, and seemed to still stubbornly be staying malfunctioned. Her answer is exceedingly noncommittal.
"I don't know. Some minutes, maybe."
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"...sorry, then."
cafeteria
[Lancer shoots her a greeting as he spots her.]
Haven't seen you around.
[And now he's heading toward the elevator to hold its doors open.]
roomie reunion, of course!
[Feferi didn't wait. She just swept her friend into a hug.]
I missed you!
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Floor 21 elevator!
Fuck that floor.
If Wriggle was around that floor was... alright, she guessed. But alone she still didn't trust the writhing mass of bugs to try and eat her or something, even if she was fairly sure by now they were technically an illusion. Like everything else.
Maybe even like her, she couldn't quite be sure anymore.
So that's why she risked it every time, going all the way from Floor 39 to Floor 21 to catch the elevator there. And she's tired enough that when the doors open she steps on without even really thinking about just who's on it. But once she catches a glimpse of that bright blue hair she recognizes Sayaka damn near instantly.
Hey. You try having somebody explain the Killer Space Whale incident to you and not have their face burned straight into your memory. But despite that it takes Amelia a moment to actually form words. Between her own fatigue and having been lost in her thoughts just a second ago coming up with something to say's harder than it should be, but she still manages a tired smile. Kind of.
"Hey, you look like hell right now. Are you alright?"
She was one to talk considering she was leaning against the wall of the elevator and her legs felt like they were made of jelly right now. Plus considering the Tower as a whole, that was probably a stupid question to begin with. But what else was there to say?
elevator;
Wait, hold them open, hold them open..!! [ And she manages to squeeze right in, but it was a close call. Even so, the girl herself doesn't seem to think much of it, she just smiles from relief. ] There we go! No way I was going to wait if I could still make it.
Floor 81 Elevator
Which basically consisted of a lot of idling about-- but he certainly wasn't going to trudge back up to the dorms when the elevator was right here on this floor. He wasn't entirely sure how long he was waiting for it to show up, but...
"Sayaka?"
He stood a moment in shock, the word leaving his mouth before he had even realized it. No, she had gone-- hadn't she? Her name had disappeared, her belongings were one, just like plenty of other people before, as if she had never existed in the first place. Was it all a figment of his sick mind?
"You're... back?"
Dare we say, an upward inflection to his tone of voice, despite his doubt?