towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Judas and yoou
Setting: Floor 100, mailroom, and openended
Format: Starting with action, but whatever
Summary: Catch-all post for the individuation event
Warnings: The later in the week, the more likely there may be mentions of suicide and other such things.

A. Monday - anywhere

[It started with one, it was almost nice to have the company, if it weren't for that unsettling look about it. But within a day there were at least a dozen figures surrounding Judas. He goes about his usual day, tending to the crops he's planted, visiting the library and cathedral...and then going to spend a long while in the media room. It's not without some difficulty, though. They've started talking to him, calling to him, asking for his help, wanting to know what's happened. Of course, Judas has no answer for them and is equally frightened. So, while he might be trying his best to ignore it, he can't help but look over his shoulder constantly.]

B. Wednesday - floor 100

[Over the last couple days more still have gathered around him, and now it seems they're never still or quiet. He can't focus on any of his daily agenda without them getting in the way. But more importantly, their accusations are quickly getting to him. Not so difficult to do, really. But normally no one seems to agree with the things he says and thinks about himself. Why were you saved and not us? Why didn't you try to help? Everything is Judas' fault, everyone would be better off if he never existed.

Finally he stops on the one hundredth floor. To him, it looks like a field. No one is around of course, and it's entirely empty, but twelve of the shadows following him certainly understand what he's seeing and suddenly their voices are much louder than the rest. It wasn't enough to ruin our days together, Judas?]

C. Friday - mailroom

[When Judas opens his mailbox, he takes a step back as several coins spill out onto the floor. He doesn't need to see those still left in the mailbox to know what they are, the gleaming of silver through the wash of blood over them says it all. And although he doesn't want to think about whose blood it could be, he's quite sure he knows that too.

And then of course, there's the dozens of shadow children to speak up before he can think about what to do with the silver, or rather, before he can take a moment to calm himself. Is that your payment for killing us all? You should have at least asked for more, thirty coins are hardly worth anything now. You're always so good with figures.]

No, I didn't, I'm sorry, I don't want to be the only one...

[He drops to his knees, biting his lip as he reaches out to gather up the fallen coins.]

D. Anything

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[He bites his lip to hold back any more protesting and nods.]

...I'll get you a new one.

No. Do not worry about it, Judas. [She finishes collecting the coins and starts to clean them using the cloth.] ... What do you want done to these?

Done to them? I don't know, they're useless to me, but it seems wrong to throw them away.

[She glances down at them, frowning as she thinks.]

Maybe store them in one of the lockers in the sauna? So you would not be forced to look at them, but they would not be thrown away.

That's - a good idea, actually.

[He looks surprised to be saying that, really.]

Of course it is! I like to think that my ideas usually tend to be good ones.

[She smiles proudly, though it falters at the remarks from the shadow children about how some of her ideas ruined everything for them. But she just shakes it off and clears her throat.]

Would you want to go now?

They've all been helpful to me so far.

[Of course his own shadows make more than a few comments on him trying to avoid his guilt, but in this case at least, it's no different than what Judas tells himself daily.]

Yes, let's go.

I am glad they have. I would not be much of a good friend if I did not give you some helpful ideas.

[Another attempt at a smile, before she stands up. She is a bit shaky though, her collar color already having faded quite a bit.]

... I apologize, I may be a bit dizzy on the way there.

...What? If you're not feeling well, we shouldn't be worrying about this, we should take you to the infirmary!

No. I do not believe resting can easily fix this.

[She has a hunch that the fading color in her collar has something to do with it.]

Plus, I am stronger than I look. No need to worry about me.

Resting might not, but what about medicine!

[Zoe shakes her head.]

I do not think they would work either. Anyway, should I not be worrying over you due to how frazzled you were before?

It's fine, I'm like that every day, right? This is different...

[Another shake of her head, and she taps at her collar.]

I do not believe this can be fixed. But it would be best not to worry about it.

How do you know that? If you can be worried about me, I can be worried about you.

[She opens her mouth to argue, but surprisingly, she goes quiet for a few moments.]

... I will be okay. Now, we should go put these coins away.