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towerofanimus2013-07-17 11:12 pm
seekinganswers) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-17 11:12 pm
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010 ♃ it's all a game of this or that, now versus then
Characters: Sheba and... wait for it... YOU! And also closed threads for Asch, Saturos, and Xion.
Setting: The music room and the restaurant for open prompts, and the library, the dorms, and floor 52 for closed prompts!
Format: Brackets because I am too tired to prose at the moment that I'm writing this. But I can switch if you want!
Summary: First, Sheba deals with some fallout regarding a castmate's arrival. Next, she gets distracted by music. Then, she gets hungry and goes on a quest for restaurant food.
Warnings: She's toned down her mind reading by a lot, but may try and peek at your character's thoughts if they say something that makes her curious. It's up to you if she succeeds in finding anything, though! Also, the last prompt may involve character injury or death. c:
[Library - backdated to just after this thread, closed to Asch.]
[This just feels really awkward.
She hasn't met Asch's eyes since he'd essentially chased Saturos away. For as much as she's found out about his past by reading his mind and sifting through his memories (and even that isn't much), she hasn't come anywhere near as close to sharing as much about her own past. Talking about Saturos had been the furthest thing from her mind, anyway - a small part of her had known that even people who had died on their worlds could appear here, but she'd never in a million years thought that she'd see the Proxian again.
She glances at Asch out of the corner of her eye and sighs as they make their way to a more secluded section of the library. She still has no idea what to say, aside from -]
Um... thank you, for before.
[Dorm floor 2 hallway near room 02-05 and 02-06 - backdated to in the evening after the above thread with Asch, closed to Saturos.]
[It's been a long day. Sheba would like nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep (though she knows it's not really a bed), and in fact she has every intention of doing just that as soon as she gets to her room.
But she has to pause as she approaches, because there's a familiar figure - too familiar, and not in the good way - standing at a door right near hers.
She sighs heavily when she realizes what it must be. Great. First they take away Felix and replace him with Saturos, and now his room is this close? She figures she must have really pissed someone off.
Her earlier reprieve had just been temporary, it seemed.]
...Saturos. Hello again.
[Floor 28 music room - not backdated, open.]
[There are more important things she could be doing with her time, and she's aware of that, but sometimes a girl just needs to relax. This is one of them.
It doesn't particularly bother her that the instruments are playing all on their own. She's sitting off a few feet from the staircase, near a harp, munching on some food brought up from the cafeteria for her lunch and watching the strings pluck themselves to try and get an idea of what strings make what sound. She'd never really learned to play an instrument on Weyard, but it was easy to see - or rather, hear - the appeal.]
I guess it's never a bad time to learn something new...
[The words are spoken mostly to herself, but are said out loud - loud enough for someone on the stairs to hear, certainly.]
[Floor 21 restaurant to start - not backdated, open to the first person to reply to it.
NOTE: There's a risk of death/injury in this prompt.]
[It's dinnertime and Sheba's mouth is watering. She knows - knows - that it's not safe to eat at the restaurant, but she can't help it. She's got her eye on some of the dishes they're not serving in the cafeteria, and she just can't get it out of her mind.
If someone else decides to eat with her, she decides, she'll find out what it is they want and they can go hunt down the cost of their meal together. Whether it's a friend or someone she's never really spoken to, she flags down the next person to pass onto the floor with a smile.]
Hey! Were you thinking about eating at the restaurant?
[Floor 52 - July 20, closed to Xion]
[Sheba would be kicking herself if the situation weren't dire. She and Xion are covered in blood, looking rather worse for the wear, and are now in the center of a floor that seems to be made of playing cards. They can't just run for the staircase - being dumped onto the floor by a Floormaster counted for putting up the blockade the same way that stepping onto the floor did.
(Note to self: Next time she and Xion hang out, they leave to catch the elevator before it gets dark, so a Floormaster can't grab them as they're waiting for it to arrive.)
She winces and gets to her feet, looking down at the pattern warily.]
How are we going to get out of this one...?
Setting: The music room and the restaurant for open prompts, and the library, the dorms, and floor 52 for closed prompts!
Format: Brackets because I am too tired to prose at the moment that I'm writing this. But I can switch if you want!
Summary: First, Sheba deals with some fallout regarding a castmate's arrival. Next, she gets distracted by music. Then, she gets hungry and goes on a quest for restaurant food.
Warnings: She's toned down her mind reading by a lot, but may try and peek at your character's thoughts if they say something that makes her curious. It's up to you if she succeeds in finding anything, though! Also, the last prompt may involve character injury or death. c:
[Library - backdated to just after this thread, closed to Asch.]
[This just feels really awkward.
She hasn't met Asch's eyes since he'd essentially chased Saturos away. For as much as she's found out about his past by reading his mind and sifting through his memories (and even that isn't much), she hasn't come anywhere near as close to sharing as much about her own past. Talking about Saturos had been the furthest thing from her mind, anyway - a small part of her had known that even people who had died on their worlds could appear here, but she'd never in a million years thought that she'd see the Proxian again.
She glances at Asch out of the corner of her eye and sighs as they make their way to a more secluded section of the library. She still has no idea what to say, aside from -]
Um... thank you, for before.
[Dorm floor 2 hallway near room 02-05 and 02-06 - backdated to in the evening after the above thread with Asch, closed to Saturos.]
[It's been a long day. Sheba would like nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep (though she knows it's not really a bed), and in fact she has every intention of doing just that as soon as she gets to her room.
But she has to pause as she approaches, because there's a familiar figure - too familiar, and not in the good way - standing at a door right near hers.
She sighs heavily when she realizes what it must be. Great. First they take away Felix and replace him with Saturos, and now his room is this close? She figures she must have really pissed someone off.
Her earlier reprieve had just been temporary, it seemed.]
...Saturos. Hello again.
[Floor 28 music room - not backdated, open.]
[There are more important things she could be doing with her time, and she's aware of that, but sometimes a girl just needs to relax. This is one of them.
It doesn't particularly bother her that the instruments are playing all on their own. She's sitting off a few feet from the staircase, near a harp, munching on some food brought up from the cafeteria for her lunch and watching the strings pluck themselves to try and get an idea of what strings make what sound. She'd never really learned to play an instrument on Weyard, but it was easy to see - or rather, hear - the appeal.]
I guess it's never a bad time to learn something new...
[The words are spoken mostly to herself, but are said out loud - loud enough for someone on the stairs to hear, certainly.]
[Floor 21 restaurant to start - not backdated, open to the first person to reply to it.
NOTE: There's a risk of death/injury in this prompt.]
[It's dinnertime and Sheba's mouth is watering. She knows - knows - that it's not safe to eat at the restaurant, but she can't help it. She's got her eye on some of the dishes they're not serving in the cafeteria, and she just can't get it out of her mind.
If someone else decides to eat with her, she decides, she'll find out what it is they want and they can go hunt down the cost of their meal together. Whether it's a friend or someone she's never really spoken to, she flags down the next person to pass onto the floor with a smile.]
Hey! Were you thinking about eating at the restaurant?
[Floor 52 - July 20, closed to Xion]
[Sheba would be kicking herself if the situation weren't dire. She and Xion are covered in blood, looking rather worse for the wear, and are now in the center of a floor that seems to be made of playing cards. They can't just run for the staircase - being dumped onto the floor by a Floormaster counted for putting up the blockade the same way that stepping onto the floor did.
(Note to self: Next time she and Xion hang out, they leave to catch the elevator before it gets dark, so a Floormaster can't grab them as they're waiting for it to arrive.)
She winces and gets to her feet, looking down at the pattern warily.]
How are we going to get out of this one...?
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[Because Lorelei, Lorelei please. Enough with the headaches.]
I have much better control over it now than I did when I entered the Order, but even if I didn't... The consequences aren't as great here.
[The dead don't remain dead, after all. Saturos probably wouldn't have been nearly so intimidated by hyperresonance if he knew that.]
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Maybe they're not so great under the glamour, but... [She furrows her brow and goes quiet for a few seconds. Her mind is racing. The message Dax had left for them - the one so many people had spent time copying down and spreading around - what had it said...? She reaches into the folds of her clothes to withdraw the piece of paper she'd been carrying with her - one of the copied-down messages. Her eyes scan the note and then rest on the passage she'd been looking for.
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.
Hyperresonance was a part of Asch, wasn't it...?]
It might be possible...
[She's going to have to say more than that. Not everyone is a mind reader. Asch probably knows her well enough to see where her thoughts are tending if he looks over at what she's reading, though.]
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That makes it more complicated than simple, really. It's arguable that sentient beings with the same fonon frequency have the same soul - or at least that's what Lorelei seems to believe. It referred to Luke and I both as fragments of itself.
[His expression turns a bit sour.]
If that's the case...
[Then ultimately, he's not so much different from his replica. Him a fragment, and Luke a fragment of a fragment. It's not a particularly comforting thought, if Lorelei is as dead as the rest of Auldrant.]
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[Asch and Luke were, to her, very clearly separate - they looked alike, but in the grand scheme of things that meant very little. Asch did things that Luke would never do and Luke did things that Asch would never do. They had very different thought processes, different motivations, different feelings...]
It means that Lorelei chose you to do something great. [She reaches over again and this time allows her hand to rest on his shoulder.] It saw your potential and knew that you had what it took to make a difference in Auldrant, to do the things that needed to be done.
But it doesn't make you any less you. You are who you are. And you're separate from Lorelei, separate from Luke. It's your soul in there - [Her gaze wanders to Asch's collar.] And it's a full soul, not a fragment. We could see it when the glamour system failed.
You're you, Asch.
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[He's been this way since birth, a birth that only happened because of a prophecy read centuries before he was even a concept.]
I've just made what I can of it.
[He shakes his head slightly, which sends a few strands of his hair right back into his face.]
I suppose I'm not going to get the chance to ask about it, anyway.
[Even if Lorelei would answer. It usually didn't.]
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[She hesitates for just a moment, and then reaches up to brush those strands of hair away from Asch's face. There's a small hint of a smile as she pulls her hand back.
The smile becomes something more melancholy after a moment.]
...I guess everyone has questions they'll never get answered. All we can really do is keep looking. And the journey is usually more important than the answer, in the end...
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[There's enough broken or nearly broken people in the Tower to make evidence of that, people who aren't living but just sort of existing, the way he did for years under Van. More than ever, Asch thinks that it's only the people who try to grab fate and shake it around that are truly worth bothering with, even if it's small steps.]
But if you stop looking for those answers, then you're never going to get anywhere, either.
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[She's spent so long searching for her own answers that the thought of not looking just seems foreign to her. It's hard for her to understand how people can get by if they're not questioning something, even if it's just as simple as why some things happen and some things don't, or what it is that makes someone behave the way that they do.
She doesn't think she'll ever find the answers to where it is she came from here - she might never know, if Weyard is truly gone and there's no hope of restoring it. But that doesn't mean she'll stop wondering.]
I think maybe people would be disappointed if they got the answers, though. They spend so long looking for them, and... what if it's not everything they hoped it would be? ...maybe that's why some people aren't actually looking, even when they say they are.
[After a moment, she chuckles.]
Our conversations always turn out like this, don't they? It's sort of funny...
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[Like, you know, "you are a replica and the other guy is the real Luke." Most of the answers Asch is looking for are pretty straightforward, compared to wanting to know where you came from and why you're born the way you are. It's maybe the only benefit of having been born because of the Score - he doesn't have to wonder.
At her last comment, though, he chuckles a bit.]
Well, we could go back to discussing fonology, if you'd prefer.
[Because science is pretty cool when it's not making him suffer.]
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Where did I come from, and why was I abandoned?
She's wondered it for so long and she's half-convinced herself it was because her family somehow knew that she would have a role to play in saving Weyard, so they gave her up in order to ensure that she'd be where she needed to be. But what if they just didn't want her?
The moment passes, though, and she smiles. Maybe a little too brightly.]
Oh, it's not that I mind! It's all very interesting. It is funny, though - you make me think more than anyone I've ever met, and before I came here I was traveling the world with one of Weyard's greatest scholars!
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The great minds don't always share what they're thinking.
[If you can't figure out who he's talking about, see keywords.]
A lot of them are content to let us fumble through things on our own.
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[...actually, she'd venture to say it anyway. Kraden was no Jade, but he did like to keep certain things to himself. That was part of why taking him by surprise was so satisfying.]
Oh, well. There's always ways to figure out what they have on their minds.
[Sheba knows that better than anyone, except maybe Ivan. He could certainly give her a run for her money. The thought makes her lips twitch up into a smile and she has to try really hard to suppress a giggle; even then, she doesn't really succeed.]
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[Jade seemed pretty content to keep his answers to himself - he'd seen Asch aboard the Tartarus, for fuck's sake, Asch is sure the man knew everything about Luke long before Akzeriuth.
But say something? Nawww, no way.
Sheba's restrained giggle gets a bit of a chuckle in return, though.]
Then again, I probably wouldn't want to know what goes through Jade's head.
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[It would probably be like a puzzle. No doubt Jade's thoughts were just as cryptic as what he actually said. From the very little she knows of him, that sounds like it would be the case.
...still, Sheba does like challenges.]
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[You're on your own there, Sheba. He will keep his head wonderfully Jade-free.]
He'll probably figure you out in less than ten minutes anyway.
[And then thought-troll her. That's how Jade works.]
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[Sheba seems to be a little more comfortable, now; she's visibly more relaxed and the tension that had built up in her shoulders upon seeing Saturos has vanished. If she seems to be trying a little too hard to keep the conversation lighthearted, well -
Didn't they need to just have a lighthearted chat every once in awhile?]
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[Seriously, Asch is pretty sure Jade had the situation with him and Luke figured out the moment they laid eyes on each other, but not like the other man ever said a word. That's a thing.]
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[She supposes she could always look into his mind to see if he'd figured it out or not... but somehow, she got the feeling that if he figured out what was going on, he'd be able to stop her from finding anything. It wouldn't have been the first time - there were plenty of people who were able to veil their minds.]
...Asch? [Her tone isn't as lighthearted now. Her thoughts seem to have wandered back to Saturos, and to the other dangers in the Tower, and so -] I want to get stronger. I've been practicing my Psynergy every day, but sometimes I think it's not enough to do alone. ...will you practice with me, sometimes?
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At the request, Asch looks a little surprised; sure, it's not the first time he's been asked for training, but he didn't expect it from Sheba.]
Sure, no problem. I've got a few others I've been helping train as well.
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[She smiles brightly; there are a lot of things she needs to work on, and she knows it. She feels a lot better about learning from someone she knows well than she would about having to seek out a stranger.]
I learn fast, I promise. I won't be wasting your time.