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♪ the ominous sounds ♫

Characters: Tear Grants & EVERYONE
Setting: Floors: 29, 19, & 13
Format: Either (you pick I follow)
Summary: Tear arrived in the Tower and emotions are building up because of where she was taken.
Warning: N/A for now will add if there are later.

[ floor 29 - gardens ]

The fragrant smells of the garden danced around Tear as she stepped onto the floor. After waking up abruptly from her sleep, seemingly missing her weapon mace, Tear went in search for them. After finding her proper clothes or clothes that seemed proper enough for her, the maiden wandered into this floor. The smell reminded her of Auldrant, and there was a sort of frown placed on her face as she remembered from reading that it told her some details about her world being destroyed. The collar on her neck was a huge indication telling her that she was not dreaming but in reality. It felt as though this place seemed rather foreboding.

She kept her guard as she slowly and quietly ventured her way down the garden and into the maze. She didn't seem to find danger to be a problem, since she was used to it on a daily basis. What frustrated her was the fact that she and her friends were fighting to stop her brother, and in the end, their world was destroyed. She wasn't sure exactly how she was suppose to take all the information in but she managed to somehow suppress the thoughts from going out of control. There was a solemn look on her face, masking any of her concerns as she ventured to cool her head and tried to find her lost companions. She only hoped that they were alive.

She did not want to believe such things were true but even so, if the outcomes were true, she would still hide her sorrow. Tear always hid everything from the naked eye. It was not easy to express herself as others did. Legretta did a great job keeping her like this and at a time like this it was quite useful without a doubt. While she was treading this area, Tear was also trying to find her companions, her friends. They were nowhere to be seen, but she didn't want to think that they were dead. She couldn't believe that Auldrant could end with that. She had to make sure she could find her friends and ensure their safety.

That was the thing that brought her to this area in the first place.

[ floor 19 - library ]

In the luxury of the library, the fonist was casually going through various types of books to skim through and retain information. It didn't seem like the library provided much, but being someone who was proactive on learning about her situation, Tear definitely had been reading a lot of books. If anyone caught her, she's surrounded by a few piles of book in the deepest corner of the library. She was leaving that space for now to go through more books to take back to her spot with her. It might be strange, to some, but information was crucial. Tear was a soldier and taking action was what she needed to do to find answers.

She didn't find her friends and she had no idea how to access the communication servers. The library was the best choice. She wondered if she could still find her friends. There were various floors lining this tower and it appeared endless. It seemed like it was an impossible task but she knew she was going to find them no matter what. At least, until people told her otherwise. Tear wasn't going to believe simple things without evidence. She needed proof that her friends were dead. Otherwise, she was going to believe in them and know that they were alive and out there. They were strong people and she didn't want to belittle their willpower and their strengths. They would pull through somehow.

Most of all, the lack of a certain red head also worried her. She was concerned for his safety and what might have become of him if something like this were to happen. Knowing the painful truth of his demise made everything seem colder and darker. Tear concentrated on her readings, but those thoughts continued to plague the back of her mind.

[ floor 13 - gothic cathedral ]

Anyone passing by the Gothic Cathedral could hear a voice penetrating it's premise. The sound is melodic and the song sounds like a hymn of some sort. It was sung in a language that was hardly recognizable except for those who frequently spoke and knew the language. The singing continued for a long time, as if someone was trying to make a point or a gesture with the lyrics. If anyone approached the actual cathedral, and entered it, sitting in one of the wooden benches would be a young girl with long light brown hair singing loudly. Her attire appeared to be something foreign and her posture seemed very strict. Other than that the sounds continued to penetrate the walls of the Gothic Cathedral.

Tear was using this opportunity to relax herself and sing to her heart's content. She was distressed because she was unable to see the end of what was about to be finished. She didn't get to say anything to her brother. She didn't get to do anything because she was here. It was a feeling of helplessness and frustration that built up while she was sitting there singing. She ventured many floors and ended up with this one, in which reminded her dearly of home. A place where she wanted to protect and a place that she wanted to see flourish.

Eventually, depending on the time she was approach, Tear might be sitting staring at the decorations and the glass of the Cathedral that somewhat reminded her of Daath, in which she sort of had a lingering attachment to. The Daathic Catedral. It left memories but at the same time, it was also a place of her mentor and teacher as well as her own soldier life before everything fell apart. She still hoped that there was a way to save Auldrant, even if it was said to be destroyed. She couldn't believe it all. Was all the effort for naught? Everything was meshed in her mind and Tear was unsure what to do about it other than moving forward. Moving forward was always what she did but what about now?

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Normally InuYasha wasn't on this floor, he had actually been frequenting the 32nd one often. However, on his way down, he had caught the scent of someone who had passed by here and into a floor he hasn't been on himself. Perhaps out of worry, or maybe even curiosity, the half demon ventured in after the scent. It wasn't long before he caught with her. Everything was still a new scent to him, he had only been here for a few days, and she one of the ones he hasn't picked up before now.

He doesn't say anything yet. Not stalking!!

Another figure, a grey-armored angel of death, stands within the refracted light of the stained glass windows of the Gothic Cathedral. His armor and his larger than human size make him seem almost a statue within it, until he moves, the servos on his armor almost muted by the strange quieting effect of the Cathedral. He crosses to Tear, looking down, and says in a deep voice,

"There are no gods to sing to, here."

[Distorted and muffled by the strange acoustics in the Cathedral, Ion would have recognized those hymns--and the voice they're being recited in--anywhere. Hearing them coming from the floor only makes Ion pick up his pace as he approaches the door. He almost wonders if it's a phantom voice he's hearing--just a trick, like the whisperings. Like most of the floors aim to unsettle. Or if maybe he just wants to hear something familiar and friendly.

Something familiar and friendly that isn't sharpened at the edges by his own lingering feelings of guilt.

But there she is, sitting at one of the pews. Ion's face relaxes. It's not good at any of them are in the Tower--but it's better that she's not dead, or a battery.]

I've always enjoyed hearing your hymns, Tear.

Tear ventured a bit further within its premise and did not notice the presence yet, since they were not close enough. She secured her knives and they were the only things she could use for the time being. Fonic Artes didn't really require her to use her staff, because small healings and others can be done with ease. Her staff seemed to always be a catalyst for them, however. She wasn't sure how her abilities would function without them. The presence goes unnoticed but if he approached a lot closer, she would definitely notice him.

On the other hand, she didn't want to waste the chances of searching for her friends. To find information and to find her dear companions that she was concerned about. Tear wanted to make sure that they were okay if they were here. Even if those notes wanted to make her doubt, she kept her belief strong.

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Tear looked up the the large man in armour in whom reminded her of the God General Largo. She offered him a nod for his words. She wasn't here to pray to any gods. She hadn't prayed for much in her life, always doing what was right. Even if she stayed with Daath and was part of the Oracle Knights, she never once allowed the Score to handle her life. It was also something she learned on her journeys. The Score was not absolute and things could be changed with willpower alone. People could change.

"Yes, I'm quite aware."

She replied. The peacefulness of the Cathedral was comforting for someone who had just arrived and was far away from home, "Are you a resident of this location?"

[ Tear didn't automatically register a presence in the Cathedral, since she was a bit drowned in her song, but as it came to an end she noticed the presence instantly and the voice of the presence was what caught her attention the most.

She couldn't quite register what was going on, since she had never expected to see this person again, this important person who had healed her of the contaminated fonons that were inside her body. The one that sacrificed his life for them all to move on.

Needless to say, Tear was touched with surprise. ]

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[ The expression on her eyes were clear. The sorrow of that day never left her, but a tear was shed. Even now, there were no tears on her face, just surprise and sadness, registering what might have already been the end.

She never had thought that a place like this could do such a thing, but at the same time it could also be an illusion brought together by this unfamiliar face. Either way, Tear kept herself guarded but spoke with a tone of concern. ]

Fon...Master.

[ She wanted to ask many questions, but Tear had to calm herself down. She couldn't let her emotions overwhelm her rationality. The last person she had expected to see here was Ion but with Ion's presence, she felt as though everyone else was alright as well. She was full of sadness and guilt herself, but she was somehow content to see Ion, even if it was a fabrication, and even if she might be fooled by it.

Somehow, there was that thought on the back of her mind making her not want to doubt that Ion was a fabrication. Maybe it was okay to think that he was well and alive. It was a nice thought, but Tear was unsure. This foreign place had things she never knew about. ]

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Anise doesn't use this library often; she finds the one on the third floor to be more comfortable. Sometimes she needs information that isn't there, though, and so she comes here; it's how she comes to see the brunette going through the books. Anise does a double-take at the sight of Tear's back and - despite it not being proper library etiquette - calls out to her.

"Tear! Tear!"

It probably wasn't good to run in a library, either, but the former Fon Master Guardian had never been one for convention, anyway. She's hurrying right over to her friend, her eyes wide.

It's usually the lower library that Asch makes his haunt, but after hearing about all the injuries in the shaft, he figures it's time to refresh on the anatomy books again. And that's probably where Tear will find him, standing in front of the shelf full of anatomy books with concentration. Too bad he's not the redhead she's thinking about.

Even from a glance, though, there's obviously something different - the missing tabard is the most obvious thing, exposing the underlayers of his uniform. Next is the flowers tied around the scabbard of his sword - they're a little wilted and could probably use replacing, but it's still more color than he's ever worn before.

And then, is she's paying enough attention, there's his posture, his expression; Asch is relaxed, for a certain value of it, the constant tension of his body lessened. At the sound of footsteps, though, he looks up, a bit of surprise on his face.

"Tear?"

Tear looks up from her book the moment she picks up the sounds of footsteps, following by the sound of someone's voice echoing through the library. The library is usually very quiet, so it isn't hard for her to realize who it is that's coming straight at her calling her name.

Tear sets the book down and stands up, relief comes across her face as she finds the former fon master guardian coming towards her. Perhaps it is a good idea to venture to the library.

"Anise, are you alright?"

She muses as soon as Anise got close to her and she notices the wideness of her eyes.

After grabbing a nearby book, Tear catches the sound of a voice calling her name and she turns towards the direction. Her initial reaction is relief, by the first glance of red hair, but it changes briefly to surprise when she realizes it's not who she thinks it is. The posture is different, and the surprise of someone who she thought is suppose to be dead also shows on her face.

"Asch?!" but definitely she catches the strange offness about him. She can't place her fingers on it but everything appears rather different from when she remembers Asch. She doesn't have time to question it too much since his whole being here is a shock to her but it gave the fonist hope that the rest of her friends are also safe somewhere in this endless tower.

Somehow, she's not quite sure how to react other than be surprise by his sudden appearance. She remembered that Luke said Asch had died. If Asch is dead, then why was Asch here? Is this another fabrication of this foreign place?

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He's not sure if that's a "why aren't you dead" look or just a "why are you here" look, but it doesn't really make much difference. Given that she's this shocked to see him, this must be yet a third Tear to come to the Tower. Someone was certainly popular.

"Last I checked. You just arrived, then?" He carries on without really waiting for her answer. "You're not going to find much in the way of answers about this place here. It's useful for a few other things, but not that."

It a little bit of both to be honest. Tear's not quite sure how she's suppose to take this right now that she's rather shocked. It seems like she's unaware of anything regarding the tower and this seems to just be a big surprise to her overall.

She quickly collects herself when he starts speaking to her.

"Yes, it seemed like I woke up here not too long ago," she replies in her usual tone. Since he started to speak, she waited patiently to ask her questions and listened to what he had to say to her, "I see. It sounds like you've been here before, Asch."

The statement is enough to sort of bring up her next question, "How much do you know about this place, Asch?"

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[as for him, what had he been up to all this time?

musing about his existence as always, finding joy in little things, tormenting others, the works, the life of a counterpart was such a busy time. still, he had been told by diarmuid many times that he could become something, and by tear that he wasn't just a copy.... but could he really believe any of that?

he was walking down one of the paths as well, and he spotted her, his crimson eyes widening for a moment before he narrowed them once more, that sadistic smile rising to his features as he went over to her.]

Tear...! It's been a while.

[...he hadn't known that she had been taken away and come back once more, he had no idea if she even remembered him. oh what cruel fate...]

[ Tear stopped in her tracks when she sensed someone approaching. She hadn't walked far enough to go unnoticed, so it was easy to spot her among the greenery. There was a rather questionable look on her face when she noticed a young man approaching her and calling her name, but she had no idea who it was. In fact, he didn't look like anyone she knew from Auldrant, so why did he know her name?

She was about to get her answer as she raised her guard more and lowered her hand to secret compartment. If anything were to happen, she'd take action immediately. That smiling face seemed rather unsettling as she was approached and called by that expression. ]

Who are you and why do you know my name?

[ She almost narrowed her eyes. Tear was overly cautious regarding those who knew her name. Was he an Oracle Soldier, an enemy? She never saw anyone like that in her brother's ranks and she certainly didn't recall ever meeting anyone dressed like that in Auldrant. ]

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[.....hm?

for once, it was battler that stopped as well. he had his hands in his pockets, and he looked relatively relaxed for the time being, however that question of hers made him cease everything.]

You..... you do not remember me?

[they had only talked once, but their conversation was something he had carried with him in the tower.]

[yet another moment passed and it didn't take long for that smile to return, his gaze sliding off to the side as he stared at the greenery around them.]

....Hehh... I see....

[he understood now. after a small laugh escaped his lips he looked back at her once more.]

Do not be so alarmed, I merely met you before at this.... wonderful place. Would you believe me if I said that? Perhaps the tower took you away and returned you only to have you lose your memories... aah.... such a thought... how it pains me. [he sounded pained, actually, but yet he still wore that grin.]

[ Tear's grim expression did not change as he stopped. She's clearly certain that she had never met him before, but it seemed like he knew who she was. The tone of his voice and his gestures did not appear like he was lying to her. ]

I don't believe we have met before. I do not recall anyone from Auldrant who looks like you.

[ She replied carefully and controlled. She was hoping that nothing will happen. Perhaps, an explanation would work better for her part. She didn't know that she was here before. So that was a surprise for her to learn she was. ]

Not to be rude, but I don't recall being here in this...Tower before.

[ There was a pause. ] Does the Tower have such abilities? [ her tone didn't sound so guarded anymore but she still kept herself secured for the time being until she could prove that he wasn't anyone dangerous. ] My apologies, but it is hard to believe what you are saying is true. Even if that were to happen, why would they take memories from people? What purpose would it serve this...Tower to do such things?

[ She was clouded by questions and clouded by her own concern for her allies and friends. If she was here before as he said, then there must be something going on that she did not know of. The more she was learning about this foreign place, the more unsettling it becomes. It was true that he did not sound like he was lying either. It seemed genuine and honest enough but she couldn't believe it fully. ]

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The armored hulk shakes his head, and says, "No. Better to say I am a prisoner here. To take up residency would imply this was at all voluntary." His face, a harsh thing, like a sculpture hewn from granite, takes on a particularly stern look.

"You are likely new to this place then, if you ask that question... well, I'll start with an introduction, then. My name is Cerberus. And I am..." he hesitates. "I am a Legion of one. In this place, a protector of humanity, and someone who does his best to stand against those that brought us here. This particular floor is relatively safe but some are full of monsters. Are you able to protect yourself?"

"A prisoner."

She repeats the words he said. Somehow, it doesn't sound very pleasant. If he is a prisoner here, the she supposed she was the same, "I see, so you were taking against your will. Does that also apply to new arrivals? It sounds like it is a usual occurrence here."

She added as a matter of fact, "Yes I am.I have only just woken up here." She nodded her head to his words. Tear woke up to nothing and found most of her things but not everything.

"A pleasure to meet you, Cerberus, my name is Tear Grants. I am an Oracle Soldier of the Daathic Cathedral under the Intelligence Division presiding over the Score." Since he had given her his occupation. She would be honest with him as well, "I suppose we share a similar goal about humanity."

She replied with a look and then added to his question, "Yes I am able to protect myself, Cerberus."

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"More like I've been here for a long time." Of course she wants answers - everyone always does, and lately he's taken to giving them out like cheap candy at a newspaper subscription stand. He doesn't really trust most people to be honest about the situation, because the reality of it hurts, and most people try to save others from hurting.

"I'll answer whatever questions you have, but we should probably find somewhere to sit down, first."

"How long?" It seemed like she's questioning him quite a lot but the words are rather unsettling when you hear it from one of your allies. When he said longs, she honestly wonders how long? Does that also mean that they won't be able to get out any time soon? There are many things that come with that statement, but for now, she has to calm herself down.

"Yes, you're right, my apologies."

She nods her head and starts heading towards the table she's currently occupying. She drops a few books there for later. Even if Asch said there isn't much to find here, she will at least make an attempt to at least familiarize with what is here.

He takes a chair from the table and settles into it, one arm propped on the table. "About five months in Auldrant's calendar - the one they use here is about half as long." He pushes a small stack of books aside. "There are others who have been here longer, but out of the few of us from Auldrant, I've been here the longest."

And without much pause, because he knows what she's going to ask next - "There's a version of Luke from a slightly different world, then myself, Anise, your Ion, the original Ion, and Natalia just arrived this month as well."

Jonouchi lingered around the teen floors frequently for different reasons. The gym, the media room, and sometimes around this cathedral because this is where he kept meeting people from Ion's world. Though not intentionally. Honestly, he just innocently passes by every time he meets them.

On his way downstairs to the cafeteria room. He had finished a long workout on the gym floor and was looking to fill his stomach. Bad food or not, he was hungry. Jonouchi huffed from exhaustion, how tiring. Maybe he shouldn't work out for so long, before he could fully compose himself on his way down the steps, his foot slipped, causing him to fall down the stair way. Not too far down, was a girl who was about to be tumbled into if she doesn't notice and step to the side.

"WH-WHOOOOA!!" Look out, Tear!!

Riku likes the gardens behind the hedge maze; they are a peaceful place in day hours and much less frequented than the meadow floor a little further down, making them the perfect place to practice his magic in peace. He is keeping his breathing even as he focuses; he's been working on more complicated blizzard spells lately, those that won't just send frozen projectiles after his targets, but rather effect the area surrounding him.

Terra had called this one Deep Freeze when he had showed him to him and for all that it might take a while to charge, Riku can see why it can be handy to have this kind of spell mastered - especially against a force of weak, but numerous enemies (and he really can't say that he isn't used to facing that).

He keeps his eyes close as he clenches his grip a little tighter around his Keyblade and wills the magic to take the form of white-blue whispers swirling around him. He releases them with a shout and a wave of his weapon, pushing the magic outwards to freeze the grounds around him. ...Or attempt to freeze them anyways, considering that only the very patch he's standing on is showing any sign of his magic working.

Riku just frowns at the sight of the ice beneath his feet, before he shakes his head and re-centers himself. It's not like he isn't used to things taking more than one try for him to get them down properly.

"Gotta keep working on that, huh?"

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[ floor 13 - gothic cathedral ]

Floor 13 - Because I can never not tag Ion to the Cathedral

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1/2 I'm getting feels already... IOOONNN

and awwwww Ion.... and Cathedrals ;__;

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[let's 19 and be different] [fucking prose I haven't done prose in forever]

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prose!!! yayy hehe :D

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