Luke fon Fabre (AU) (
ambassadorasshat) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-08-12 08:26 pm
Never have I wanted to be more alone
Characters: [AU] Luke and [AU] Repliku, open
Setting: Luke: Mailroom/stairs outside [Monday], lower library [Tuesday-Friday], various floors/stairs [Monday-Friday], Lounge (floor 81) [Thursday]
Repliku: Mailroom [Tuesday], lower lounge [Monday-Thursday], Meadow (floor 25) [Wednesday], various [all week]
Format: Action brackets to start, will match prose
Summary: Catch-all event post for both of my characters. Luke gets mail, then proceeds to freak out about it, then has to deal with a herd of shadow children the rest of the week. Repliku gets his first piece of mail in 8 months and is also not happy about it. He gains fewer shadow children, and tries to ignore them by training in the rain.
Specify the day if you're choosing the 'various' prompt.
Warnings: WORDS, SO MANY WORDS, shadow children, some blood, possible Luke-tantrum, angst later in the week
Luke 1: Mailroom; Monday
[Luke had never gotten mail in the tower before. He knew he had a mailbox--found it entirely by accident while exploring, and was disappointed that it was empty. He checked it periodically, but it was always empty.
Until the 11th, when he opened it and found a small package, which he immediately snatched up and tore open...only to drop the whole thing, wrapping and all.]
Uwa! This thing's covered in blood. Who put this...huh?
[The jolt of hitting the floor jolted the item out, and he crouched down to get a better look.]
No...
L2: Lower Library; Tuesday-Friday
[The shadows hadn't appeared until late Monday. There were two of them at first, and they silently followed Luke around, no matter where he went. Shooing them did nothing, and his sword went right through them.
By Wednesday, they had tripled, and stopped being quiet. They clustered around him when he wasn't moving, whispering things he couldn't block out even with his hands over his ears. You're just as useless here as you were back home. You should've been destroyed along with the rest of us. Do you even care about us anymore?]
Sh-shut up, shut up! It's not my fault, I don't want to be here!
L3: Upper Lounge; Thursday
[Towards the end of the week, Luke is a wreck. He has no fewer than half a dozen shadow children following him, and he's looking noticably frazzled. If one were to look at his collar, it's extremely light in color, and his wireframe is about half gone, most of the color being concentrated to his torso, getting lighter as it spreads out.
On Thursday, he's holed up in the 81st floor lounge, curled up in an armchair, staring out the windows and occasionally snapping at his shadow buddies, though with less energy.]
Riku 1: Mailroom; Tuesday
[His first piece of mail in 8 months of living in the tower. And it sucked. It was just a simple photograph: a picture of him, Naminé, and Sora on the Islands, before things went bad. But it was wrong.
The more he stared at the picture, the more he was unable to shake the feeling that it wasn't him in the picture. It wasn't him, it was...Riku. It was him, he was Riku.
Right? Right. The tower was playing mind games with him again. Great.
With a scowl, he threw the picture back into the mailbox and slammed it shut.]
R2: Lower Lounge; Monday-Thursday
Go on, shoo.
[Whatever the trio of shadow things he'd managed to pick up were, he wasn't interested in them. They followed behind him everywhere, though two of them fell back temporarily when he turned to shoo them away.
The whispers started on Wednesday. Riku! Why'd you leave us behind?]
Naminé?
[You were supposed to protect us. Me and Sora. Why'd you leave?]
I-I didn't mean to! I'm right here, where are you guys? Are you okay?
R3: Meadow; Wednesday
[So maybe it was stupid to train in the middle of a thunderstorm. That didn't stop him from doing that, especially since the rain and thunderclaps made it easier to concentrate on his moves than the increasingly louder shadow childen, one of whom he was absolutely sure had Naminé's voice.
Not that it stopped them from hanging around him while he sparred invisible opponents. And it was too bad that the Aero spell was completely useless when it came to rain protection.]
Setting: Luke: Mailroom/stairs outside [Monday], lower library [Tuesday-Friday], various floors/stairs [Monday-Friday], Lounge (floor 81) [Thursday]
Repliku: Mailroom [Tuesday], lower lounge [Monday-Thursday], Meadow (floor 25) [Wednesday], various [all week]
Format: Action brackets to start, will match prose
Summary: Catch-all event post for both of my characters. Luke gets mail, then proceeds to freak out about it, then has to deal with a herd of shadow children the rest of the week. Repliku gets his first piece of mail in 8 months and is also not happy about it. He gains fewer shadow children, and tries to ignore them by training in the rain.
Specify the day if you're choosing the 'various' prompt.
Warnings: WORDS, SO MANY WORDS, shadow children, some blood, possible Luke-tantrum, angst later in the week
Luke 1: Mailroom; Monday
[Luke had never gotten mail in the tower before. He knew he had a mailbox--found it entirely by accident while exploring, and was disappointed that it was empty. He checked it periodically, but it was always empty.
Until the 11th, when he opened it and found a small package, which he immediately snatched up and tore open...only to drop the whole thing, wrapping and all.]
Uwa! This thing's covered in blood. Who put this...huh?
[The jolt of hitting the floor jolted the item out, and he crouched down to get a better look.]
No...
L2: Lower Library; Tuesday-Friday
[The shadows hadn't appeared until late Monday. There were two of them at first, and they silently followed Luke around, no matter where he went. Shooing them did nothing, and his sword went right through them.
By Wednesday, they had tripled, and stopped being quiet. They clustered around him when he wasn't moving, whispering things he couldn't block out even with his hands over his ears. You're just as useless here as you were back home. You should've been destroyed along with the rest of us. Do you even care about us anymore?]
Sh-shut up, shut up! It's not my fault, I don't want to be here!
L3: Upper Lounge; Thursday
[Towards the end of the week, Luke is a wreck. He has no fewer than half a dozen shadow children following him, and he's looking noticably frazzled. If one were to look at his collar, it's extremely light in color, and his wireframe is about half gone, most of the color being concentrated to his torso, getting lighter as it spreads out.
On Thursday, he's holed up in the 81st floor lounge, curled up in an armchair, staring out the windows and occasionally snapping at his shadow buddies, though with less energy.]
Riku 1: Mailroom; Tuesday
[His first piece of mail in 8 months of living in the tower. And it sucked. It was just a simple photograph: a picture of him, Naminé, and Sora on the Islands, before things went bad. But it was wrong.
The more he stared at the picture, the more he was unable to shake the feeling that it wasn't him in the picture. It wasn't him, it was...Riku. It was him, he was Riku.
Right? Right. The tower was playing mind games with him again. Great.
With a scowl, he threw the picture back into the mailbox and slammed it shut.]
R2: Lower Lounge; Monday-Thursday
Go on, shoo.
[Whatever the trio of shadow things he'd managed to pick up were, he wasn't interested in them. They followed behind him everywhere, though two of them fell back temporarily when he turned to shoo them away.
The whispers started on Wednesday. Riku! Why'd you leave us behind?]
Naminé?
[You were supposed to protect us. Me and Sora. Why'd you leave?]
I-I didn't mean to! I'm right here, where are you guys? Are you okay?
R3: Meadow; Wednesday
[So maybe it was stupid to train in the middle of a thunderstorm. That didn't stop him from doing that, especially since the rain and thunderclaps made it easier to concentrate on his moves than the increasingly louder shadow childen, one of whom he was absolutely sure had Naminé's voice.
Not that it stopped them from hanging around him while he sparred invisible opponents. And it was too bad that the Aero spell was completely useless when it came to rain protection.]

[Lukes in lounges] [whoops TLDR]
Of course, the particular voice that's chosen to follow him now is kind of difficult to ignore anyway. It's graven on his soul, humming through the very composition of his body - or at least it would be, if he wasn't film and fluid.
You failed.
It doesn't actually talk much, just hovering at the edge of his senses, silently judging, watching. Every other voice quiets in the presence of it, which is relieving in some ways and even more disconcerting in others.
Asch only wishes he was surprised, after everyone else, that Lorelei would put in an appearance.
And so it takes him a moment, when he glances around, to recognize that there's another isofon on this floor - violet collars aren't too notable by themselves, and his sense of the Seventh Fonon is filled by the ghost of the sentience. Asch's fluid is in better shape than Luke's, though. It's easier for him not to care about what they say, and he's grudgingly stuck around other people for most of the week.]
Not even going to try driving them off, then?
[Lorelei doesn't leave, the ambiguous shadow drifting behind Asch - no gestures or other distinguishing features, because Lorelei never really had a body in the first place. But the sense of it backs away a little, just enough to give him room to breathe.]
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He straightens up, leaning over the side of his chair when he hears Asch's voice.]
I'm taking a break. There's too many and I've been trying to lose them all day. [One mostly-invisible wireframe hand comes up to cover his face, then up to disrupt the film that makes up his hair.]
Why d'you care?
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[He's pointedly ignoring your question because he doesn't care. Really. Not a single fuck given.]
They don't like other people much. That's about the only way to drive them off.
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[He considers this for a few seconds.]
I tried that, a couple days ago. They just come back, and then they're even noisier and more irritating than before. Won't even listen to me.
[He's not good at this 'socializing by oneself' thing, okay? He usually just follows Anise or Ion or someone.]
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[A bit of disgust, there. Asch isn't much better than one of the shadows himself when it comes to Luke.]
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And worse, one of them spoke with Kairi's voice, effectively piercing his heart.
When he spots his copy in the meadow, Riku charges his way, trailed by a handful of shadow children.]
Riku!
[Please, say something. Distractions would be lovely right about now.]
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Rep turns when he hears 'his' name, his bangs flopping into his eyes, dropping from a battle stance and pausing to snarl at one of his shadowy barnacles.
Hey, we're your friends, aren't we? I thought you hated the Replica.]
I do, shush already!
[And then louder, to Riku:]
What do you want?
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Oh, sure. Go for him. You and I both know he's as fake as you.
Riku, why're you running away? Don't go!
He cringes, shaking his head frantically.]
It's just... good to see a familiar face.
[He casts a wary glance at the shadows.]
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[Awkward yelled questions are awkward. Maybe they should get out of the rain.]
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Hi, do you accept week-late tags?
NEVER-- I mean yes. Always.
Yay!
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Luke, lower library, Wednesday
She follows his voice, darting right for him, elbowing the shadows - though her elbows pass right through them - before she launches herself at him and latches onto his waist.]
Luke! Don't listen to them, they're just big meanies!
Re: Luke, lower library, Wednesday
G-get away, I mean it! Leave m--ah...A-anise?
[Okay, calm down, calm down. He drops his hands, but doesn't try to pry Anise from him quite yet. For once, he's glad she's there.]
Yeah, but...you can hear them?
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[But hers, on the other hand - she'd taken the stairs and most of the library at a run, so she's a bit ahead of them. But there are shadows trailing after her. There's one that's the closest, leading the pack - two right behind it - an assortment of others...]
But there are some following me around, too, and they're really rude! I don't like them.
lower library ; wednesday
In the end, she was trying to at least ignore them for the time being while being rather stiff with her posture. The sound of someone's voice, interrupted her thoughts. The voice did not appear to be whispery or ghost like. It did not belong to one of the shadowy beings, but rather someone she knew. Tear pushed herself up from the chair and moved to the direction of the voice. There were other voices but the human voice was what she heard the loudest of. ]
Re: lower library ; wednesday
Yeah, you better get out of here!
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...Luke?
[ Her voice was loud enough to be heard but it sounded uncertain because she was not on the other side yet ]
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...Tear?
[Didn't you leave? He could've sworn she left weeks ago, but that was her voice, and it didn't sound all weird like the voice he'd been hearing. There's footsteps approaching, and then Luke appears from behind a bookshelf.
This one's a long-haired flavour of Luke, hope you don't mind, Tear.]
...You're back.
[He doesn't sound disappointed, but he's slightly suspicious, since he and the last Tear weren't on very good terms with one another.]
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Stairs
Luke?
[He was right, right? The blonde paced over to him on the stairs.
"You'll help that stranger over your own sister?" There was a pang of guilt.]
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Huh? Hey, you're Ion's friend, aren't you? Uh...
[Sorry dude, can't remember your name.]
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Yeah. [And Luke was also a friend of Ion's!] Ion always says good things about you.
[A light smile.]
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["Ion says good things about everyone, that's not much of a compliment..."]
So who are you again?
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Library : Tuesday // in;b4 Jou is also Tues
"It would be wise to forget, InuYasha. You were never wanted."]
Shove it, monk, [I got things to do.
Or he thought he did. While on the lower levels of the tower he did pick up a familiar scent that belonged to a redhead. InuYasha eventually met up with the scent to, of course, see him plagued with the same damn thing everyone else was being harassed with.]
Hey, dumbass! [InuYasha actually doesn't mind you, Luke. He's just extremely crabby today.] Quit listening to them!
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[That is not a proper greeting, cat-ears. And it's kinda weird coming from someone that isn't Tear or Asch...not that it's good coming from either of them, either.]
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["You don't expect you can justify helping him because you didn't save us.."]
Damn annoyin', voices. [His movement was probably more sluggish than Luke remembers. InuYasha closed the space between them a tad. He didn't bother to make eye contact, instead he looked elsewhere. Him admitting that he was trying to help was something he wasn't capable of doing yet.]
Do you know who's causin' this happen?
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[And sleep in the library, sometimes. Even though monsters wander in sometimes. Some people are strange.]
I don't know what's causing it...if I knew, I'd be trying to stop it!
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Luke in the library on Tuesday
It's alright! Not many people do want to be here, and I'm sure they know that..they're just vengeful spirits right now, so it's hard for them to think positively or logically.
Does that mean you think we're lying, Tohko? I promise you that we're not. We didn't care about you at all.
[Tohko sighed as the spirit of her father spoke to her, and since she couldn't think of how to quite answer that right now, she tried to lock away the sting from that by speaking to Luke's ghosts.]
Please, leave him alone. I'm sure he wanted you all to be saved too, and I'm sure we can. Just give us a little bit more time to figure out how.