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towerofanimus2013-08-07 01:42 am
attheclocktower) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-07 01:42 am
Fall down seven times stand up eight
Characters: Xion and the Tower
Format: Pick whichever you like and I'll match
Setting: All over the Tower
Summary: Post-infiltration recovery and ice-cream sharing, making a request, and information sharing of disorganized and more organized methods
Warnings: Possible mentions of traumatic memories including vivisection. Will add any additional warnings as needed
[Floor 1 - Backdated to July 31st evening]
[It's been two days since the infiltration, and Xion still doesn't know how to sort out the little ball of feelings nestled inside in her chest. Feelings like a multicolored skein of yarn - some bright and victorious, some dark and vicious, bold and determined, pale and fearful - all tangled up and knotted, that she's slowly had to pick out, thread by thread, until she's decided what she feels and wants to do now. The 29th would be a day she would never, ever forget.
She's mostly kept to herself in that time, since talking with people doesn't really help with the untangling, and often makes it worse, them pulling at the threads just making the knots tighter.
What finally gets her to abandon her more solemn contemplation is the impending end of the month, and with a new month - a Jason month - and (among other things) a new menu incoming… today's the last day she can enjoy certain things she's missed.
And thus, evening will find her in the cafeteria, wearing something rather more festive than her usual attire (something she just finished in the past couple weeks), with a bowl of sea-salt ice cream in front of her. She has a few other bowls set aside, similarly full, but with their own spoons, as if they're being left there for other people to take. She may be subdued company, but she's company at least, for what may be some of the last ice cream they'll have in a while.]
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[Room 1-15 - Backdated to August 1st, locked to Namine]
[And by the next day, she's made her decision. What they'd seen - what she and Yu, the only true witnesses - had seen, cannot be kept to themselves. The others need to know, need to know what they were really facing, and what it maybe means. At the very least, it is a piece to the puzzle, like she'd said on the network. And every piece could help make the bigger picture become more clear.
Only every time she tries to describe what she saw, her mind suddenly becomes as blank and devoid of anything adequate as the fog surrounding the Tower. She cand just… describe what she'd seen. The words just won't come, too mixed up in everything that had come after, their brief triumph, the desparate flight, and then…
If there was only a way to capture what she'd seen, put it on a piece of paper, and show it to the other residents, the other rebels, instead. Then she wouldn't need words.
It's when she's staring at the picture of herself, Roxas, and Axel, pinned to the wall above her bed, that she realizes. Maybe there was a way.
And with that she slips down the hallway, to a room she hasn't been to in a while, and knocks on the door. Would Namine be there?]
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[Around the Tower - August 5th-6th]
[It's taken a few days to truly feel settled and ready for this, but now she is. Now she has what she needs. And now… she just needs to find everyone she needs to talk to. So she'll poke around the Tower looking for certain people, particularly her closer CR and those she knows to be members of the resistance movement. It's a little frustrating, moving with her escorting retrieval unit, but she doesn't even bother to shake it off. Jason already knows what she knows, and if he hadn't wanted it to be known, he could have erased her memory, or something.
And as Dax had said, after all, the more people information is shared with, the less the admins themselves would be able to erase that knowledge. Though if Jason hadn't erased it, maybe it wasn't important knowledge at all. But she isn't sure, and that lack of surety in and of itself is enough reason to press forward.
Puzzle pieces.
Xion can be found hanging around different commonly visited indoor floors of the Tower - the cafeteria, the libraries, the lounges - sometimes even waiting on them, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits. If she sees a person or group of people, she'll approach them, a little hesitantly, peering among them carefully. At other times, she'll be poking around the floors in general, clearly looking for something - or someone.
To anyone who sees her though, she's clearly clutching a piece of paper to her chest protectively, and consequently is avoiding all outdoor floors in the Tower.]
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[Library - August 7th]
[At last she's realized - and perhaps gained enough confidence - that she's realized running around the Tower is - at best - horribly inefficient, and it may be better to approach the situation head on. After making a brief post to the network, she places herself in the library, at one of the more easily spottable terminals. She replies to a certain anonymous post as she waits for anyone who might answer her call, though her eyes frequently dart to the paper lying next to her, or to the stairs if she hears footsteps on them]
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[Room 1-01 - Backdated to July 30th, locked to Yu Narukami and Shion]
[It didn't get any easier. It still didn't get any easier. No matter how many times she died, the being unable to move, the heavy feeling on top of her, the hallucinations, being able to hear things and sense things that may or may not be there...
She's trapped in that state for an hour, unable to do anything, even cry properly. Just focus on one breath, then the next, anything. Try not to notice the sounds and the feelings and most importantly try not to remember. Remember being strapped to that table and screaming and pain as Jason riffled around her insides for his own sick amusement-
She may not immediately notice, in fact, if someone comes in near the end of that hour, so wrapped up she is in the sleep paralysis and memories. She may not even notice when that same sleep paralysis releases its hold on her.]
Format: Pick whichever you like and I'll match
Setting: All over the Tower
Summary: Post-infiltration recovery and ice-cream sharing, making a request, and information sharing of disorganized and more organized methods
Warnings: Possible mentions of traumatic memories including vivisection. Will add any additional warnings as needed
[Floor 1 - Backdated to July 31st evening]
[It's been two days since the infiltration, and Xion still doesn't know how to sort out the little ball of feelings nestled inside in her chest. Feelings like a multicolored skein of yarn - some bright and victorious, some dark and vicious, bold and determined, pale and fearful - all tangled up and knotted, that she's slowly had to pick out, thread by thread, until she's decided what she feels and wants to do now. The 29th would be a day she would never, ever forget.
She's mostly kept to herself in that time, since talking with people doesn't really help with the untangling, and often makes it worse, them pulling at the threads just making the knots tighter.
What finally gets her to abandon her more solemn contemplation is the impending end of the month, and with a new month - a Jason month - and (among other things) a new menu incoming… today's the last day she can enjoy certain things she's missed.
And thus, evening will find her in the cafeteria, wearing something rather more festive than her usual attire (something she just finished in the past couple weeks), with a bowl of sea-salt ice cream in front of her. She has a few other bowls set aside, similarly full, but with their own spoons, as if they're being left there for other people to take. She may be subdued company, but she's company at least, for what may be some of the last ice cream they'll have in a while.]
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[Room 1-15 - Backdated to August 1st, locked to Namine]
[And by the next day, she's made her decision. What they'd seen - what she and Yu, the only true witnesses - had seen, cannot be kept to themselves. The others need to know, need to know what they were really facing, and what it maybe means. At the very least, it is a piece to the puzzle, like she'd said on the network. And every piece could help make the bigger picture become more clear.
Only every time she tries to describe what she saw, her mind suddenly becomes as blank and devoid of anything adequate as the fog surrounding the Tower. She cand just… describe what she'd seen. The words just won't come, too mixed up in everything that had come after, their brief triumph, the desparate flight, and then…
If there was only a way to capture what she'd seen, put it on a piece of paper, and show it to the other residents, the other rebels, instead. Then she wouldn't need words.
It's when she's staring at the picture of herself, Roxas, and Axel, pinned to the wall above her bed, that she realizes. Maybe there was a way.
And with that she slips down the hallway, to a room she hasn't been to in a while, and knocks on the door. Would Namine be there?]
================
[Around the Tower - August 5th-6th]
[It's taken a few days to truly feel settled and ready for this, but now she is. Now she has what she needs. And now… she just needs to find everyone she needs to talk to. So she'll poke around the Tower looking for certain people, particularly her closer CR and those she knows to be members of the resistance movement. It's a little frustrating, moving with her escorting retrieval unit, but she doesn't even bother to shake it off. Jason already knows what she knows, and if he hadn't wanted it to be known, he could have erased her memory, or something.
And as Dax had said, after all, the more people information is shared with, the less the admins themselves would be able to erase that knowledge. Though if Jason hadn't erased it, maybe it wasn't important knowledge at all. But she isn't sure, and that lack of surety in and of itself is enough reason to press forward.
Puzzle pieces.
Xion can be found hanging around different commonly visited indoor floors of the Tower - the cafeteria, the libraries, the lounges - sometimes even waiting on them, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits. If she sees a person or group of people, she'll approach them, a little hesitantly, peering among them carefully. At other times, she'll be poking around the floors in general, clearly looking for something - or someone.
To anyone who sees her though, she's clearly clutching a piece of paper to her chest protectively, and consequently is avoiding all outdoor floors in the Tower.]
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[Library - August 7th]
[At last she's realized - and perhaps gained enough confidence - that she's realized running around the Tower is - at best - horribly inefficient, and it may be better to approach the situation head on. After making a brief post to the network, she places herself in the library, at one of the more easily spottable terminals. She replies to a certain anonymous post as she waits for anyone who might answer her call, though her eyes frequently dart to the paper lying next to her, or to the stairs if she hears footsteps on them]
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[Room 1-01 - Backdated to July 30th, locked to Yu Narukami and Shion]
[It didn't get any easier. It still didn't get any easier. No matter how many times she died, the being unable to move, the heavy feeling on top of her, the hallucinations, being able to hear things and sense things that may or may not be there...
She's trapped in that state for an hour, unable to do anything, even cry properly. Just focus on one breath, then the next, anything. Try not to notice the sounds and the feelings and most importantly try not to remember. Remember being strapped to that table and screaming and pain as Jason riffled around her insides for his own sick amusement-
She may not immediately notice, in fact, if someone comes in near the end of that hour, so wrapped up she is in the sleep paralysis and memories. She may not even notice when that same sleep paralysis releases its hold on her.]
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Yes, a second chance to offer any aid or support you may wish as Hei asked me to. From what Hei said and what Shion has told me, you both have been here longer than I have and already had at least one wonderful teacher. Believe me when I say, I have no intention of trying to replace anyone. It would be an insult to their memories. However, with everything that is going on I think it is important to have as many friends and allies as one can. I hope you will allow me the chance to be that.
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Thank you for your offer, but I think we'll be fine for now.
[Her tone is overall flat, bordering on tired. She turns to leave, forgetting, of course, that Diarmuid probably needs to hear the information she has to pass along too.]
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At least show him the picture.
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Besides, he's not about to give up on Hei's request so easily.]
I won't force my aid on you. That would be the complete opposite of what Hei wanted me to do. However, I hope you will remember me if you need help with anything. None of us can do all of this alone. The more we let the Administrators separate us, the closer they come to winning.
My room number is 4-16 and my mailbox is #0091. Please feel free to contact me at any time.
[He pauses as if he is considering saying more, but instead changes the topic.]
Shion says you have a picture to share?
Sorry for the delay
At his question though, she nods again.]
Yeah. Over here.
[She leads the way back over to the computer terminal she was sitting at. Reaching out, she pulled the paper, face-down, towards herself and held it to her chest.]
I'm not sure if you know about the group of people who tried to go down to the admin levels last month but... I was a part of them.
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He remained silent, truthfully he was still embarrassed about managing to be killed before he had been able to help anyone as well as guilty that he hadn't been there with Xion.]
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He follows them quietly until the reach the terminal where Xion has her things. When he speaks, his voice is quiet ever mindful of what ears might be listening that they wouldn't want to hear their conversation.]
I know well of the attempt. A great many of those close to me went down. I would have joined them, but I was needed up here. There would be little point to the infiltration if we lost what set it off in the first place. The risk might have been small, but in some cases even a small risk is too much.
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Meanwhile, it might seem that Xion's almost being... careless with the information she has. She has her own retrieval unit watching, not too far away. She's paying it no mind, almost as if it's not even there. Her words have a sort of ease to them, as if she's said this many times already.]
While I was down there... we ran into Jason, and my group got split up. When that happened... he deactivated the glamour to chase after us.
[At this, she holds out the paper to see]
This is what he looks like without it.
[The drawing on the paper is a little simple, and seems to have been done in crayon. But for all that, it's very good at capturing all the right points - the mismatched arms, the long beaklike nose, the strange human-ness of the eyes, everything.]
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[Diarmuid has to search for the words since the term isn't something that was in use while he had lived the first time. He only knows it thanks to the Grail. And yet, in as much as the picture resembles a plague doctor, it is also very different.]
Mismatched, thrown together as if he did it himself. It fits him terrifyingly well, but this...
[He taps the picture near the eyes.]
...is wrong. A monstrous form and human eyes. As if even this body is not his original. Instead, it is something he fashioned to take the original's place...