towerofanimus | A dead man's wish

Characters: Everyone.
Setting: Everywhere, July 11th
Format: Whatever you want - it's a mingle log, after all.
Summary: While Naoya gets the reveal started on the network, Enoch takes care of physical copies.
Warnings: Reveal. Info. Nothing else, inherently.

*There's something different about the tower today. Not in a big way, not like the power or glamours are out. For one thing, everyone with a mailbox will get this note, unsigned:

Souls in our world are defined as the self. Even those without anything that can be considered a soul in their own worlds would manifest one here. Souls are extremely resilient - they can be torn out of their body and survive provided they are removed in the right manner. But they shouldn't be of course - the side effects might be disastrous in ways we can't quite understand. It's happened here before. Souls can be torn out of this world the same as in any other. Here though they can split - that's extremely important. They can split and merge if you have the right skillset. Never lose your soul in the Tower of Animus. None of yours are yet lost - but never lose it! They won't come back whole if you let her swallow them up. The power must have gone by now - she'll want to restore the tower. Everyone who ended up trapped on their own worlds is now in grave danger! She can't take souls as Zo can, but she can siphon them and she can squeeze all the energy out of them.

As soon as this message is decoded put it in as many places as possible! Put it on the network make copies and plaster them on the walls. Do everything you can so that as many people read this message as possible. There isn't enough energy to erase everyone's memories!

Remember - souls born here can be split and reabsorbed here. A soul born elsewhere can be split there, but there's no way to put it back together unless you can put it back where it's supposed to be.

Not everything is as fake as it seems. Your souls are here and you have all been drugged to keep certain aspects of yourselves contained but every part of you is here. You can use that against them if you can figure out how to unchain yourselves. I'm afraid you'll have Jason as your first opponent as he's the one with the keys you need. Be careful! There is information everywhere though much of it has been nearly permanently sealed. I can make it possible for you to access it, although you will all have to unlock it.

If that wasn't strange enough, you've probably seen it already. The same message is posted throughout the tower - on bathroom stalls, on walls, on tables. There are easily over a hundred pieces of paper.

And hey... Isn't that the same note "the Observer" put up on the network yesterday evening?*

((ooc: Mingle log for reactions off the network! Have fun!))

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[It's an odd feeling. Being distracted by putting up papers and getting attacked by monsters and getting pestered by people - but in an absence of the latter two, it feels like nails run across his spine. It doesn't fit and it's wrong but, more worryingly, it's familiar.

And when he makes the mistake of turning around, he comes face to face with a striped suit and a smile that proves that the familiarity is true.]

Involving yourself in shit that ain't your business again?

*What is that feeling? He keeps glancing behind him in those lulls, but never does see or hear anything...the sense of familiarity keeps him from thinking it's a monster or something out to attack him.

...until he does turn around fully and he starts, backing up against the wall at having someone just suddenly there. He recovers quickly though, Lucifel makes a habit of this too and this is a welcome face, as welcome as new faces are in the tower.*

Zeph! *He smiles in return, stepping away from the wall with a sheepish little chuckle.* You startled me... It's good to see you again.

*That wasn't answering the question, Enoch.*

[For a split second, he might see the smile change. Infinitely more tired and equally as relieved. But it gets snapped back behind the smirk he remembers from way back when.]

Enoch. [Then taking one of the papers from his hands to breeze over it.] Nice to see you're still existing.

[Not 'alive'. But 'existing'. Odd word choice.]

*Given the content of these papers, it's not so odd.*

We're fighting to keep it that way. You've come at a turbulent time.

A dead man's wish

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I am so, so slow ;w;

it's okay, we've already confirmed we're a very slow tag romance

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