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towerofanimus2013-08-14 09:13 pm
puppy_lancer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-14 09:13 pm
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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[Diarmuid laughs.]
I have seen a few of the dogs you mention. They are...interesting animals usually owned by equally interesting people.
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Oh, really? Tell me more about that!
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One night while the men were quite drunk I remember them joking that the reason the two looked so much alike was because the dog was secretly the man's son. It was foolishness, of course. The man had no other family that I knew of and was certainly not married. However, you know how drunk men are...
[An amused and exasperated look crosses his face.]
The rumor spread and the man eventually heard of it. He shrugged it off, but I know he had a bit of the joker in him and he had it set up that when he fell in battle all he owned would be left to the dog. And so it was.
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At least it was a well-cared for dog! I'm sure that whatever the actual relationship was, the man and the dog really loved each other.
[A pause.]
Say...if someone really did get a big blue dog from somewhere, can you promise you won't mistake the dog for me?
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[Diarmuid reaches out to ruffle his brother's hair.]
Don't worry. Even if someone did show up with a big furry blue dog, I would know it wasn't you. You are my brother after all. Not some dog no matter now much I might tease you.
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Just like I'd know it wasn't you if someone came in with a dog with a dark, wavy hold. Unless he had that little bang.
[He reaches to pull on Diarmuid's stray lock of hair.]
Then I'd get confused.
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[Diarmuid laughs at his brother's joke, but then gets a more solemn look on his face.]
Now that we talk of them, I miss my dogs. Perhaps once we go home, Waver will allow me to get one, though it might be hard to care for one considering what we will have to do...
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Ask Zo? Do you really think we should bother him with something like that? Besides, can you even ask for pets that way? How would they be able to retrieve them?
[Diarmuid laughs a little sadly.]
Of course, if we knew how they do most of the stuff they do we wouldn't be stuck here, would we?
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[He scratches his head.]
I guess...uh...he would be a good reminder if nothing else?
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[A curious look crosses Diarmuid's face as he thinks about this.]
Animals have souls. Perhaps they aren't the same as human souls, but they are still souls. Do you think it's possible they can somehow access those souls?
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[As if on cue, the glamour flickers again, showing that their souls are still dimmer than they should be.]
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[Diarmuid shrugs.]
Would you want one of your horses back if you had the chance?
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[His expression falls as he admits this.]
Doesn't mean we can't still try, though. What if we both tamed a monster together? And rode it for just one trip?
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Considering my history with monstrous animals and after what happened to us on the circus floor, I think I would rather not if it is all the same to you. Monsters cannot be trusted. Even for just a little while.
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[He shrinks away just a little. Before he can say anything else, he yawns again.]
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It's all right. Don't shy away from me like that. Maybe I should see you back to the room for some rest? I can look for Yotsuba later. She has several people who watch over her. Surely she is with one of them.
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Nah, it's fine. We should go find the kid first. You should give her that doll.
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You're exhausted and I know she would be upset if you suffered because of her. Come on...why don't we go back? To be honest, I could use some rest too. We can look for her after we wake up. How does that sound?
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...Only for a short nap, okay? A hour at most.
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[Diarmuid promises, nodding his head.]
She is probably safe in the Meadow playing. An hour won't hurt.
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...But some shadows can drain you quickly.
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[Diarmuid shuts his eyes for a moment thinking of his own.]
I have only one and I am as weak as many others who have several. It really depends on who it is and how much they have to work with I guess.
[He opens his eyes and looks at his brother.]
One hour and then we will go find her. I promise.
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This seem like a good place to end?
Yep!