it's not a cry you hear at night (backdated to the 21st)

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Characters: Hallelujah (possibly Allelujah) and anyone.
Setting: Floor 39 (gymnasium) (day), Floor 75 (tower) (night)
Format: Either.
Summary: Hallelujah has grown frustrated with Allelujah's silence, and has taken to trying to beat out his frustration on anything and everything.
Warnings: Talk of Richtofen which itself is a warning, mentions of vivisection, character death, gore. Also heavy swearing and violence warnings as per usual with Hallelujah.


[Floor 39]

[Every goddamn day he comes here, and every goddamn day he trains. All the details are fuzzy, but he's still determined to get even stronger than he already is in order to kick that guy's ass. He can't explain how that horrible experience made him feel - upset, angry, afraid. The last one is an emotion he's never supposed to feel. So how does this even work? He's not a person. He's just part of one.]

[He punches the punching bag again and again, the fabric starting to split. He has some fabric wrapped around his knuckles but they're also starting to grow red.]



[Floor 75]
[A Chocobo zooms out of the darkness, making a line for Hallelujah. He doesn't care. The birdlike creature is met with a roar, Hallelujah reaching out to grab the thing by the neck and twist, breaking it. He kicks the body, over and over.]

Dammit, just answer me! Stop fucking hiding!

[A Bullfairy flies at him, interested, but he grabs it from the air and squeezes, crushing it.]

Say something!

[He carries on like this for a while, not caring if anyone comes up the stairs and hears him. He's already thought of as crazy, so who the hell cares?]

Comments

It's cool. o/

[egotrigger]

[Definitely. Hallelujah looks over and scowls at the back of the retreating unit.]

Stop doing shit like that, you bastard!

[He looks down at Enoch, snickering a little.]

Having fun down there?

[warriorscribe]

*The initial response is a pained little noise as he sits up and shakes his head a little. He looks up at Hallelujah.*

If you consider being unable to go where you're trying to go "fun". *He is getting tired of this shit, he can't get back to Doc and Waver and the others; this is the second time he's been caught and just thrown somewhere.*

[egotrigger]

Heheh. You're strong, right? Pick 'em up.

[He kicks the bag again, not caring that the fabric is starting to rip.]

[warriorscribe]

*He only moves the ones in his way. He's not moving a whole rack of the things. It doesn't even have to have weight anyway, it's all film.*

You'll destroy your practice target.

*He doesn't know what a punching bag is, so he just goes for the obvious.*

[egotrigger]

Probably. They've fixed it before, though.

[He grins and turns to face Enoch again.]

Unless you'd like to volunteer.

[warriorscribe]

No, that's all right... Keep your practicing to this...

*Built like a warrior, carries himself like someone who's seen battle...doesn't quite act the part.*

[egotrigger]

[He's noticed.]

Hah. Scared. Whatever, whatever. That's fine with me.

[warriorscribe]

I'd rather not be treated the way you're treating that.

*Enoch stands up finally, and brushes dust off his jeans.*

[egotrigger]

Hehe. This thing's not much of a challenge, though.

[warriorscribe]

It didn't seem as if you were looking for a challenge...

*More like venting, but...*

[egotrigger]

I'm always looking for challenges. It makes this stupid place way less boring.

[warriorscribe]

Er...there is a floor where the monsters are always at their strongest, if you'd like to fight them.

*Not by himself, of course, Enoch would gladly fight alongside him. He wouldn't ask someone to fight nighttime monsters alone.*

[egotrigger]

They're not really smart enough to be threats.

[Some of the weirder ones, sure - but they also hurt his pride since they're difficult to defeat, so.]

[warriorscribe]

Ah... *Well. He doesn't get the impression this one spars so much as just fights. On the other hand, though...*

...Perhaps we can spar sometime when it isn't so chaotic.

*Of course, the next time it isn't chaotic he'll be busy BSODing, oops.*

[egotrigger]

Heh. Maybe. And maybe once my idiot other self decides that he's done moping.

[warriorscribe]

"Other self"?

*Enoch wonders if it's like a Persona, he's heard that term before. But...do Personas mope?*

[egotrigger]

Split personality.

[He shrugs.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch tilts his head to punctuate his unspoken question.

It's not that such a thing didn't happen in his time. It was just generally considered a possession instead. ...Which was also a legitimate happening in his world. Talk about confusing.*

[egotrigger]

[... Ugh.]

Goddammit. Fine.

Basically when someone goes through enough trauma, sometimes they split off part of their mind to deal with it. Sometimes it's someone who represents their weaknesses - and sometimes it's a kind of 'protector'. Me? I'm everything he can't do or refuses to do. I'm the reflexes and the killing instinct.

[warriorscribe]

Oh...

*How...how many "possessions"...?

...He can deal with that later.*

So he - the...original? He's not coming back out?

[egotrigger]

Yeah. It's a pain in the ass.

[warriorscribe]

Is there anything I can do to help?

*Even though he still lacks significant understanding of what's going on here.*

[egotrigger]

Tch. I don't know. I've tried pretty much everything I can think of. I'm no good at being sensitive and shit.

[warriorscribe]

Well, what...what sort of things would make him feel safe?

*He's grasping at straws, of course. He doesn't know what to do here at all...*

[egotrigger]

Shit, I don't know. Not fighting. Board games. Cooking.