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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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How much do you want to bet Ruana designed this floor? I still don't quite understand the way this place is put together. Why there are some floors that honestly help us while so many seem to exist just to kill us? And then there are floors like this... sometimes it feels like they're just playing with us.
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[There's an almost grudging respect in her voice as she says that - testing limits is something she can admire, though she does wish those limits would be tested in such a way that didn't involve her potentially dying if she took a wrong step or couldn't find something.]
It does feel like they're playing games with us, though. I don't think I like being someone's pawn... [Actually, she knows she doesn't like it.]
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[Ugh. Gheb. Just everything about that sorry excuse for a man. Her face falls for a moment as she remembers that, eyes lingering on the staircase for a moment as if watching for anyone else entering the floor before her attention turns back to Sheba.]
I guess I can see that, some of the floors certainly seem like they stretch limits. I'm still not sure how some of them are even remotely possible. [Even with the occasional Glamour Failure glitches, she hasn't been around any of the more impossible floors long enough to actually figure out the truth behind how they work.]
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[Sheba is silent, watching Amelia in concern as the other girl's face falls and she looks at the staircase. There is clearly something bothering her, but the expression doesn't linger long enough - Amelia has already turned back to her and is talking again. She nods slowly.]
I didn't look around enough when the glamour was down... what I did see still seemed impossible, though. Whoever built this place to begin with must have been a master architect. And Riki just keeps on improving it...
I'd ask to learn how he does it, if I didn't think it was futile. I don't think any of the administrators have much of an interest in teaching us anything.
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[Although she has wondered about just how far their capabilities go, a building like this must be an incredibly complex mix of technology and magic, right? But hell, to her it's pretty much all magic. Even the more simple floors would probably be quite impressive back home, to say nothing of the stranger ones.]
... and I'm still not used to the whole "coming back after dying" thing.
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[She also likes that trying to read his mind hadn't been painful. It had just been heavily veiled, like a brick wall - much like Dax's had been. But Jason's had hurt, and Zo's... well, maybe she should have known better than to try and read the child's mind.]
It's strange, isn't it? Sometimes, when we would fall in battle back home, it would be possible to bring us back. We could go to a Sanctum and a priest would do it, or else Felix... sorry, I mean a friend of mine... would use Psynergy to raise us. There were some Djinn that could do it, too. But I'm not sure if falling in battle was the same thing as death, because then, if the priests could truly raise the dead... why did people still die?
...I've been brought back from what might have been death before coming here, but I never expected it to happen the way it does here.
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[There's some obvious distress on her face as she says that, this bringing back a whole torrent of unpleasant memories. How the war started, what happened to Emperor Vigarde and Orson's wife... her hand instinctively tightens around the hilt of her sword for a second just remembering it.]
I guess I'm lucky, I've only died once so far here. But it's still... I can tell it's not something you're supposed to come back from.
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[It was why you ought to honor the memories of those who had died and cherish the time you had with the people who were still alive. If death was something you could just walk away from, then where was the value in living?]
The way it seems to mean next to nothing here... it's just another thing that makes this place unnatural.
[She sighs heavily.]
And I don't mean that just in the sense that they keep finding us new bodies to put our souls into when something happens to the ones we're using. The attitude the administrators have towards death... the way they talk about what might happen in a year... the way they treat us as if we're they're toys. That's unnatural, too.
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[For a moment she finds herself just kind of staring intently at the wall, memories of the war and all those who had fallen rushing back. How many had died for no reason? Solely because Lyon wanted more power?]
They remind me of my first commander, in a way. I forget exactly how he phrased it, but he kept telling us about how we should be glad to die for someone as important as him, and how nobody would even blink twice about any of us dying. How little our lives really meant.
[The corner of her lips upturns ever so slightly, almost a smirk that she barely manages to suppress.]
... I ended up running him through about two hours later. I kind of wish I could do the same to certain administrators here.
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You killed your commanding officer?
[She'd seen men killed and imprisoned in Tolbi for less. It seems strange to her that Amelia can talk about it so casually, but then, there's no one here who holds sway over her for any actions she would have taken on her homeworld, now is there?]
What he said was unforgivable... but you must have been very strong even then, to have survived whatever retaliation came from that.
...sometimes I wish someone would do something like that to some of the administrators, too.
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Err, that was far from the only reason though. I never told you about it did I? The war that I was in back home? The entire reason I joined the army was because I admired one of the men in charge, General Duessel... I wanted to fight for the glory of our Emperor and our country, but it wasn't that simple. After I actually arrived on the front lines...
[She trailed off again for a moment, letting her back lean against the wall as she let out a sigh. This wasn't the most pleasant memory to talk about, but it was a key part of who and what she was. And she'd already admitted to turning on her first commander, which made it all the more important to explain.]
They pretty much told me to grab a lance and get to the front. In hindsight, they were using us recruits to wear down the enemy, the whole point was for us to get killed weakening them so the veteran soldiers could finish them off. And that's when I heard the truth. Grado had invaded all of our neighbors at the same time and betrayed our long-time ally, Renais. We murdered their King, left their country in ruins and didn't so much as lift a finger to maintain order afterwards. General Duessel had been opposed to the war from the beginning... and when our commander said how little our lived mattered? Something neither General Duessel or Emperor Vigarde would have ever told a soldier?
[Her off hand tightens slightly around the hilt of her sword, it's the closest thing she has to a stress ball and a habit she's developed recently whenever she's thinking about something unpleasant.]
That's when I realized the Grado I wanted to fight for and the Grado I was fighting for were two different things. So I made the decision to join Prince Ephraim of Renais, and join him in trying to put a stop to it. I guess that would make me a traitor... but I couldn't keep fighting for a madman.