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towerofanimus2013-08-14 09:13 pm
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From silent shades and the Elysian groves
Characters: [AU3] Lancer puppy_lancer, [AU1] Rei Ayanami terrifying, [AU7] Sola-ui marriedthebloke, and you
Setting: All around the Tower, through the week
Format: You choose!
Summary: Catch-all event log for my characters
Warnings: Angst, madness, and dying characters
Lancer
August 11-13
[Like all others marked by the shadow children, Lancer hears the voices of his loved ones, especially the two people who can be said to be his biggest regrets. Misaya and Connla were behind him, accusing him of failing, reminding him of his fault, asking him why he hadn't died in their place. And listening to them, he feels less hurt than relieved. Finally, they would blame the right person. Finally, he could be punished for his mistakes.]
[And most of all, no matter what they were saying, he's glad to see them again, even in the form of these strange illusions. He's lost so many people close to him, both old and new. So now he just wants to cling to these shadow children who talk so much like his Master and his son. Or perhaps the stress of the last few weeks had just snapped his mind.]
[The first thing he tries to do is hug them, but to his disappointment, his arms go right through their forms. Even with them at his side, he cannot embrace them and apologize.]
[Nevertheless, it doesn't dampen his mood that much. He walks through the Tower, showing them various floors that he thinks they'll like. He speaks to them like they're still their old selves. And of course, he brags to them about the package he received in the mail. In fact, he's much more cheerful and energetic than someone followed by shadow children should be.]
August 14 (floor 80)
[By this day, Lancer has lost a good deal of his energy. Every couple of steps, he yawns, stretches, or rubs at his eyes. His collar has gotten gradually paler, but he still tries to keep up a happy facade for Misaya and Connla. Especially since he's taken them to a special floor.]
...Look, Connla. There's the circus. Just don't go too close. You too, Misaya. Even if you wanna play with the guts.
['Useless. You're just trying to distract yourself.'
'He's always paid attention to the wrong things. For example, flirting with enemies while he was suppose to be fighting to save me.']
No, really. They're violent. They'd kill you.
[He's doing his best to stay away from the clowns and keeping his voice down. However, in his fatigued state, he wouldn't notice if anyone else joined him on this floor, or if the clowns would try to kill him.]
August 15-16 (floor 25)
[Lancer hates to admit it, but he's tired. Unknown to him, the color of his collar, and the color of his soul itself is becoming more and more washed out He's lain down on the grassy ground of the meadow and doesn't feel like getting up. Not even the growl of thunder in the distance can convince him that this might be a bad idea. Half of him wants to fall asleep, but the voices of the shadow children keep on waking him.]
['Are you trying to go so easily?'
'You don't deserve it.'
'Not when I died in such pain. And I wasn't able to rest in peace even after that. You know what happened to me. If only you had done your job like you were supposed to. Useless Servant.'
'Liar. Traitor. Kin-slayer. Why do you get to die peacefully after all the pain you caused?'
'You already had your chance. You chose to live like a coward instead.'
'You don't deserve the name of a hero.']
Ah...
[For the first time this whole week, it hurts to hear them talk like that. He had done everything he could to accept their accusations and move on, but they just won't stop. If anything, their words were cutting deeper and deeper into him.]
[But by now, he has no strength to argue with them. He just sighs and smiles. Maybe he does deserve some pain...]
Rei
August 11-13
[Rei wakes up to find a group of shadow children around her bed. However, she disregards them and spends her day as she would any day. First, she goes down to the cafeteria for a big meal, then up to the media room to play some games, and finally exploring the nature floors until it's dusk.]
[This continues until the thirteenth, when she finally starts to hear their whispers. Snatches of voices from her home.]
...Guys? This isn't funny.
[However, her suggestions as to whether or not the situation is funny go ignored. Throughout the day, the voices increase in volume, until at night, when she's snuggled up in her bed ready to sleep, they explode.]
[Suddenly, everyone she knows--her family, her friends, the people who had left the Tower--everyone is screaming at her, calling her a monster, telling her she has no reason to live.]
[She makes a little blanket lump out of herself and whimpers, begging them to go away.]
August 14
[Rei spends the entire day in her room. After a sleepless night, she's too tired to go outside.]
['Aw, is the monster out of energy.'
'Nobody will notice if you die, you know.'
'Right, you're not that special. You're just like the rest of us. Just like all seven of us. Just the same as all seven of us.'
'Your soul is not your own.'
'Your name is not your own.'
'We're all just copies of Yui's real daughter.'
'Nous ne sommes pas encore humains.'
'We're all so expendable. Like flowers in a flower bed--any one would do.'
'So why are you alive?'
'You were our friend. You said you would protect us.'
'But you ran. You ran and we died.']
Stop!
[And her pillow goes flying at one of the shadows. They fall silent before one male voice starts speaking.]
['I'm disappointed.']
[Her father.]
[She bursts into tears now, her characteristic smile having completely disappeared.]
['But you're still our daughter. So die and come back to us.']
[Her mother.]
...Mama.
[Slowly, her collar color and her energy are both ebbing away. She remains still, and except for a few traces of tears on her face, emotionless. Was this how that other Rei always felt?]
Sola-ui
August 11 (mailroom)
[Sola-ui stares with distaste at the photograph of her mutilated family. This is all an illusion, she tells herself. However, even with this knowledge, it's all she can do to keep from shaking and crying. She doesn't want the memory of her children to be forever linked with such gruesome images.]
[A couple shadow children stand on their tiptoes around her, as if trying to see the photo for themselves. She she shoos them away. It seems the Tower has seen an increase in strange, annoying creatures.]
I hope nobody here was responsible for this.
[She calls out to anyone who might be in the mailroom with her.]
August 12 (weight room)
[The shadow children had started speaking. It seems she couldn't have a moment to herself before their whispers echoed in her mind. While she can't make out words, the voices are familiar. If she didn't know better, she would say they were the voices of her family--Kayneth, Diarmuid, and Waver.]
[Today, she's decided to go into the weight room. While Diarmuid isn't watching her, she thinks she can manage to lift a few of the lighter weights. It would save him some time during their next training session if she got in more practice beforehand.]
[So, ignoring the whispers of the shadows, she picks up two fifteen pound dumbbells and starts doing lifting exercises with them.]
August 13 (library)
[If the whispers were annoying before, then now, when the words and voices were clear, it was even more irritating. It became harder and harder for her to ignore them, and hurt more and more when she found the familiar voices denouncing her.]
['Too busy lusting after other men to care that your own family is dead.'
'Mother, I love you and I don't want to blame you...but look what you did to us. Or perhaps it's my fault. I was never good enough. I couldn't protect anyone...'
'Mum, help me. It hurts.']
[Currently, she's sitting in the library, flipping through books as quickly and as noisily as she can to try to block out some of the voices. She's clearly distressed by now.]
August 14 (infirmary)
[She's placing bottles on the shelves of the infirmary when Kayneth's voice sounds in her head.]
['Why waste your time? These bottles will save no one.']
[The voice comes so suddenly that it shocks her. She drops the bottle and it shatters on the floor.]
['Mother, are you alright?']
[Had it been another insult, it would have been better than words of concern. This sounded like something Diarmuid could actually say...]
[Without moving from her spot, she puts her head in her hands and cries.]
August 15 (infirmary)
[Sola-ui is down at the infirmary all day today. Instead of working, though, she's lying on a bed, too tired physically and mentally to do anything but lie back and listen to the voices of her family.]
[Sometimes it feels like a nightmare, when they're all in a hurry to point out everything she does wrong. And sometimes it feels more like a beautiful dream, when they actually act like themselves. She can swear that at one point, her children even got into bed next to her, like they would when they were very young.]
['Isn't it better like this? When we're all together?']
Yes...it is...
[She mutters groggily.]
puppy_lancer, [AU1] Rei Ayanami terrifying, [AU7] Sola-ui marriedthebloke, and youSetting: All around the Tower, through the week
Format: You choose!
Summary: Catch-all event log for my characters
Warnings: Angst, madness, and dying characters
August 11-13
[Like all others marked by the shadow children, Lancer hears the voices of his loved ones, especially the two people who can be said to be his biggest regrets. Misaya and Connla were behind him, accusing him of failing, reminding him of his fault, asking him why he hadn't died in their place. And listening to them, he feels less hurt than relieved. Finally, they would blame the right person. Finally, he could be punished for his mistakes.]
[And most of all, no matter what they were saying, he's glad to see them again, even in the form of these strange illusions. He's lost so many people close to him, both old and new. So now he just wants to cling to these shadow children who talk so much like his Master and his son. Or perhaps the stress of the last few weeks had just snapped his mind.]
[The first thing he tries to do is hug them, but to his disappointment, his arms go right through their forms. Even with them at his side, he cannot embrace them and apologize.]
[Nevertheless, it doesn't dampen his mood that much. He walks through the Tower, showing them various floors that he thinks they'll like. He speaks to them like they're still their old selves. And of course, he brags to them about the package he received in the mail. In fact, he's much more cheerful and energetic than someone followed by shadow children should be.]
August 14 (floor 80)
[By this day, Lancer has lost a good deal of his energy. Every couple of steps, he yawns, stretches, or rubs at his eyes. His collar has gotten gradually paler, but he still tries to keep up a happy facade for Misaya and Connla. Especially since he's taken them to a special floor.]
...Look, Connla. There's the circus. Just don't go too close. You too, Misaya. Even if you wanna play with the guts.
['Useless. You're just trying to distract yourself.'
'He's always paid attention to the wrong things. For example, flirting with enemies while he was suppose to be fighting to save me.']
No, really. They're violent. They'd kill you.
[He's doing his best to stay away from the clowns and keeping his voice down. However, in his fatigued state, he wouldn't notice if anyone else joined him on this floor, or if the clowns would try to kill him.]
August 15-16 (floor 25)
[Lancer hates to admit it, but he's tired. Unknown to him, the color of his collar, and the color of his soul itself is becoming more and more washed out He's lain down on the grassy ground of the meadow and doesn't feel like getting up. Not even the growl of thunder in the distance can convince him that this might be a bad idea. Half of him wants to fall asleep, but the voices of the shadow children keep on waking him.]
['Are you trying to go so easily?'
'You don't deserve it.'
'Not when I died in such pain. And I wasn't able to rest in peace even after that. You know what happened to me. If only you had done your job like you were supposed to. Useless Servant.'
'Liar. Traitor. Kin-slayer. Why do you get to die peacefully after all the pain you caused?'
'You already had your chance. You chose to live like a coward instead.'
'You don't deserve the name of a hero.']
Ah...
[For the first time this whole week, it hurts to hear them talk like that. He had done everything he could to accept their accusations and move on, but they just won't stop. If anything, their words were cutting deeper and deeper into him.]
[But by now, he has no strength to argue with them. He just sighs and smiles. Maybe he does deserve some pain...]
August 11-13
[Rei wakes up to find a group of shadow children around her bed. However, she disregards them and spends her day as she would any day. First, she goes down to the cafeteria for a big meal, then up to the media room to play some games, and finally exploring the nature floors until it's dusk.]
[This continues until the thirteenth, when she finally starts to hear their whispers. Snatches of voices from her home.]
...Guys? This isn't funny.
[However, her suggestions as to whether or not the situation is funny go ignored. Throughout the day, the voices increase in volume, until at night, when she's snuggled up in her bed ready to sleep, they explode.]
[Suddenly, everyone she knows--her family, her friends, the people who had left the Tower--everyone is screaming at her, calling her a monster, telling her she has no reason to live.]
[She makes a little blanket lump out of herself and whimpers, begging them to go away.]
August 14
[Rei spends the entire day in her room. After a sleepless night, she's too tired to go outside.]
['Aw, is the monster out of energy.'
'Nobody will notice if you die, you know.'
'Right, you're not that special. You're just like the rest of us. Just like all seven of us. Just the same as all seven of us.'
'Your soul is not your own.'
'Your name is not your own.'
'We're all just copies of Yui's real daughter.'
'Nous ne sommes pas encore humains.'
'We're all so expendable. Like flowers in a flower bed--any one would do.'
'So why are you alive?'
'You were our friend. You said you would protect us.'
'But you ran. You ran and we died.']
Stop!
[And her pillow goes flying at one of the shadows. They fall silent before one male voice starts speaking.]
['I'm disappointed.']
[Her father.]
[She bursts into tears now, her characteristic smile having completely disappeared.]
['But you're still our daughter. So die and come back to us.']
[Her mother.]
...Mama.
[Slowly, her collar color and her energy are both ebbing away. She remains still, and except for a few traces of tears on her face, emotionless. Was this how that other Rei always felt?]
August 11 (mailroom)
[Sola-ui stares with distaste at the photograph of her mutilated family. This is all an illusion, she tells herself. However, even with this knowledge, it's all she can do to keep from shaking and crying. She doesn't want the memory of her children to be forever linked with such gruesome images.]
[A couple shadow children stand on their tiptoes around her, as if trying to see the photo for themselves. She she shoos them away. It seems the Tower has seen an increase in strange, annoying creatures.]
I hope nobody here was responsible for this.
[She calls out to anyone who might be in the mailroom with her.]
August 12 (weight room)
[The shadow children had started speaking. It seems she couldn't have a moment to herself before their whispers echoed in her mind. While she can't make out words, the voices are familiar. If she didn't know better, she would say they were the voices of her family--Kayneth, Diarmuid, and Waver.]
[Today, she's decided to go into the weight room. While Diarmuid isn't watching her, she thinks she can manage to lift a few of the lighter weights. It would save him some time during their next training session if she got in more practice beforehand.]
[So, ignoring the whispers of the shadows, she picks up two fifteen pound dumbbells and starts doing lifting exercises with them.]
August 13 (library)
[If the whispers were annoying before, then now, when the words and voices were clear, it was even more irritating. It became harder and harder for her to ignore them, and hurt more and more when she found the familiar voices denouncing her.]
['Too busy lusting after other men to care that your own family is dead.'
'Mother, I love you and I don't want to blame you...but look what you did to us. Or perhaps it's my fault. I was never good enough. I couldn't protect anyone...'
'Mum, help me. It hurts.']
[Currently, she's sitting in the library, flipping through books as quickly and as noisily as she can to try to block out some of the voices. She's clearly distressed by now.]
August 14 (infirmary)
[She's placing bottles on the shelves of the infirmary when Kayneth's voice sounds in her head.]
['Why waste your time? These bottles will save no one.']
[The voice comes so suddenly that it shocks her. She drops the bottle and it shatters on the floor.]
['Mother, are you alright?']
[Had it been another insult, it would have been better than words of concern. This sounded like something Diarmuid could actually say...]
[Without moving from her spot, she puts her head in her hands and cries.]
August 15 (infirmary)
[Sola-ui is down at the infirmary all day today. Instead of working, though, she's lying on a bed, too tired physically and mentally to do anything but lie back and listen to the voices of her family.]
[Sometimes it feels like a nightmare, when they're all in a hurry to point out everything she does wrong. And sometimes it feels more like a beautiful dream, when they actually act like themselves. She can swear that at one point, her children even got into bed next to her, like they would when they were very young.]
['Isn't it better like this? When we're all together?']
Yes...it is...
[She mutters groggily.]
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Lancelot? Your parent enjoyed Arthurian legends?
[She does her best to smile at him.]
My name is Sola-ui Archibald.
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Alas, my parents died when I was yet a babe. "Lancelot" is not the name given me by them-- it was the name given me by the Lady of the Lake, who raised me as her Child and Champion.
Indeed, lady, I am an Arthurian "legend"-- or, I was in Life.
Your name is a lovely one, though it is unfamiliar to me.
[As is her Prana, though he can sense it... a Magus? He is unsure.]
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So...you mean you are a hero of legend? Like Diarmuid? Or one of those others who call themselves Heroic Spirits?
no subject
We are of kind.
[He resolves to tread softly. He would not alarm or agitate the woman further, but at the very least, this subject of conversation seems to keep the Shadows at bay.
He would learn if the woman with the unusual name is a Master, or no.]
You have me curious, lady-- does your knowledge come through acquaintance with Diarmuid, or through more intimate means?
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[He body visibly tenses.]
What do you mean more intimate means? I'll have you know I'm married!
no subject
He offers up a placatory palm.]
I ask your Pardon, Lady, though I meant to no offense. The intimate knowledge I spoke of is that such as a Magus might possess-- not that which lies between Lovers.
I mean to ask if you know of these thing first hand, or only through hearing of them.
no subject
I have only heard of them. I was never a Master. There are no such things as Masters and Servants in my world.
no subject
I see. I wonder if your World is a better or worse one, for that.
If you are not a Master then, Sola-ui Archibald, what is your lot in Life?
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I see.
Though I assume you are not the Mother of those who bear those Names in this Place.
And do you wield Power as a Magus, Lady? All the Magi I have met here have been Masters in some War or Other.
no subject
[She gives a soft chuckle at this irony.]
And no, I am no Master, nor do I feel the need to be a Master.
no subject
You are then, lady, most Fortunate indeed. For War, any War, is not a Homely or Good thing.
[Talk of her home, of her family and herself, seems to distract the woman sufficiently to chase her Shadows temporarily. Of course, he has no way to be certain, but her Manner indicates more calm than she previously displayed.]
If you have finished here, might I suggest that you go to those with whom you are closest in this Place-- Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, perhaps. Welcome company may ease your Fears.
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['Yes, mother?']
[She gasps as she hears the shadow's voice again.]
N-no. I can't. I can't let him see...
[She can't let Diarmuid see the strange illusions bearing the voice of her family. Nor can she let the shadow of her son see the other Diarmuid. The one she had come to rely on.]
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[Lancelot's expression is stern, yet tolerant. The woman is plainly sick at Heart.]
Diarmuid Ua Duibhine would not wish you the torment you bear-- and you may ease his pain as well. For if he shares this affliction, he would welcome the company of those closest to him, were he wise.
If you cannot walk, I will carry you. If you wish it.
[He might well carry her anyhow, if she keeps this up.]
no subject
[She shakes her head and recoils from him.]
He--Diarmuid--if you know him, you go to him!
[She hates the idea of running from her family, in to the arms of the Servant who reminds her of her son.]
no subject
I have no need for his Company.
But you do, for you have None. It has been my observation that since the Shadows came upon us, it has gone ill with those who have isolated themselves in their despair.
It shall be as you say, then. But know that if I should see Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, I will tell him of your plight.
no subject
Then stay here. And don't go seek him out.
[He said that she needed company. So he can just keep her company.]
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But as you Know him but little, if at all, and know me no better-- I fear the effect of our-- company might have less benefit for you.
Then do you come, as I cannot stay.
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...It seems I must stay here a little while longer. You go look for your Master alone.
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If you will not heed my Words, I will find one such as you may heed. Be it Diarmuid ua Duibhne or another.
[Gathering up his supplies, Lancelot prepares to go. The woman clings to the bed like a drowning man to a raft. He cannot say what will befall her.]