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towerofanimus2013-08-15 02:11 am
notayoungkitten) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-15 02:11 am
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Characters: AU3 Revolver Ocelot, Neal Cassidy, and YOU
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting action
Summary: Event catch-all
Warnings: trauma, possible character death
Revolver Ocelot
[The whispers in her ear didn't stop. It was maddening. Horrible. Liquid's voice was the loudest one. Demanding to tell him why she had let him die. It was her fault that the world was in ruin. Had she not ruined his plans, had she not set him up to fall, he would have succeeded.
The shadow child using his voice stood in her way, staring her down. Ocelot couldn't speak. There was nothing to say.
In the months since she had arrived, she had come to deeply, deeply regret the murder of her own son. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing. But there were other voices, too. Solidus too spoke to her. You called me son, he said, angrily. Accusingly. And yet you left me behind! You said that we would destroy the Patriots! You liar! You'll never know what happened! What should have happened!
In the silence, the old woman collapsed to her knees, hugging herself, fighting to hold back tears she didn't know she could still shed.]
Neal Cassidy
[Emma was following him everywhere. It was fate's way of telling him just how badly he had screwed up. Telling him how she had been abandoned by him once again. That he was a coward. How she could see the family resemblance. He deserved every bit of it. Emma has a right to be angry.
He never wanted to leave her again. But here? Now? He hadn't had a choice. If she could somehow be here too, if Henry could be here... he would have been happier. Worst of all, though, was the shadow on his opposite side.
Henry.
The small boy that he barely knew, wondering aloud in a small, sad voice, if he ever should have looked for his father to begin with.]
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting action
Summary: Event catch-all
Warnings: trauma, possible character death
Revolver Ocelot
[The whispers in her ear didn't stop. It was maddening. Horrible. Liquid's voice was the loudest one. Demanding to tell him why she had let him die. It was her fault that the world was in ruin. Had she not ruined his plans, had she not set him up to fall, he would have succeeded.
The shadow child using his voice stood in her way, staring her down. Ocelot couldn't speak. There was nothing to say.
In the months since she had arrived, she had come to deeply, deeply regret the murder of her own son. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing. But there were other voices, too. Solidus too spoke to her. You called me son, he said, angrily. Accusingly. And yet you left me behind! You said that we would destroy the Patriots! You liar! You'll never know what happened! What should have happened!
In the silence, the old woman collapsed to her knees, hugging herself, fighting to hold back tears she didn't know she could still shed.]
Neal Cassidy
[Emma was following him everywhere. It was fate's way of telling him just how badly he had screwed up. Telling him how she had been abandoned by him once again. That he was a coward. How she could see the family resemblance. He deserved every bit of it. Emma has a right to be angry.
He never wanted to leave her again. But here? Now? He hadn't had a choice. If she could somehow be here too, if Henry could be here... he would have been happier. Worst of all, though, was the shadow on his opposite side.
Henry.
The small boy that he barely knew, wondering aloud in a small, sad voice, if he ever should have looked for his father to begin with.]
no subject
All he can be learning from this is that we can all be tormented. Which he clearly already knows how to do.
[He doesn't want to think about the other things that Jason has done to him. Picking at those aforementioned old scars is only going to inflame issues that he would prefer to be as far out of his mind as possible. However the conversation tickles at these past events, and the mass shadows around Sephiroth seem to ripple in reaction. He blinks and makes a renewed effort internally to not listen to them.]
Questions like that lead to the still greater ones. What is our purpose here? Why 'rescue' us at all?