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towerofanimus2013-08-17 04:09 pm
vermicompost) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-17 04:09 pm
I have called you children, I have called you son
Characters: Kariya and OPEN
Setting: Floor 100, mid-late in the week
Format: any; I'll match
Summary: Under the strain, Kariya completely loses his grip on reality.
Warnings: Standard Individuation warnings! Severe delusions. Chance of blood and body horror because Kariya.
[It's springtime, and the park is beautiful at this time of year. The flowers are blooming, and the leaves are gentle, lighter shades of green than they'll be when summer settles in with its weight and heat. Everything is new and fresh. Even the air feels light, and there's a gentle coolness on the breeze. He sits in the grass and leans back against one the trees, letting out a long, contented breath. His camera rests beside him on the ground.
It's a perfect day.
Sakura and Rin are playing on the swings, and he keeps an eye on them. They're laughing, Rin determined to swing the highest, each arc seeming to bring her a little closer to the sky, while Sakura keeps a steady, even rhythm, keeping up without trying to compete. His children. He loves them so much, his heart hurts. He puts a hand to his chest, but the pain is fleeting, and he smiles. He's so happy. He's never been happier.
He turns to the woman sitting beside him. His smile is for her, as well. Flowers and butterflies may be pretty, but she's the loveliest thing he's ever seen. He reaches out to take her hand.]
We should take them for ice cream later. They'd like that.
[In reality, Kariya is lying in the middle of the one hundredth floor, so weak he can barely move. He's surrounded by shadow children. They're speaking to him, but he doesn't react or so much as glance at them. He doesn't appear to be aware of them at all, his gaze bright and unfixed. The liquid in his collar is faded, but not pale, more of a sky blue.]
You're so quiet today. What are you thinking about, Aoi?
Setting: Floor 100, mid-late in the week
Format: any; I'll match
Summary: Under the strain, Kariya completely loses his grip on reality.
Warnings: Standard Individuation warnings! Severe delusions. Chance of blood and body horror because Kariya.
[It's springtime, and the park is beautiful at this time of year. The flowers are blooming, and the leaves are gentle, lighter shades of green than they'll be when summer settles in with its weight and heat. Everything is new and fresh. Even the air feels light, and there's a gentle coolness on the breeze. He sits in the grass and leans back against one the trees, letting out a long, contented breath. His camera rests beside him on the ground.
It's a perfect day.
Sakura and Rin are playing on the swings, and he keeps an eye on them. They're laughing, Rin determined to swing the highest, each arc seeming to bring her a little closer to the sky, while Sakura keeps a steady, even rhythm, keeping up without trying to compete. His children. He loves them so much, his heart hurts. He puts a hand to his chest, but the pain is fleeting, and he smiles. He's so happy. He's never been happier.
He turns to the woman sitting beside him. His smile is for her, as well. Flowers and butterflies may be pretty, but she's the loveliest thing he's ever seen. He reaches out to take her hand.]
We should take them for ice cream later. They'd like that.
[In reality, Kariya is lying in the middle of the one hundredth floor, so weak he can barely move. He's surrounded by shadow children. They're speaking to him, but he doesn't react or so much as glance at them. He doesn't appear to be aware of them at all, his gaze bright and unfixed. The liquid in his collar is faded, but not pale, more of a sky blue.]
You're so quiet today. What are you thinking about, Aoi?
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Really? That's impressive. I don't think I've ever met a lumberjack before.
How did you become Polish?
[He's not sure where Rin's coming up with these ideas. They're not like the things she usually imagines.]
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[It's a slightly strange way to put it, and he wonders what put Poland into Rin's head.]
Do you live there now? I've never been to Poland, but I'd like to visit someday. What's it like?
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Is big, open and green, with wonderful food and ponies!
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[He frowns, uncertain, a bit concerned by this.]
But you're all right now.
[He says this gently, but firmly. He doesn't want Rin to think about dying. Her next words reassure him. He'd rather focus on them than the mention of death.]
That sounds lovely. What kind of food is there? Do you have your own pony?
Welcome to the world of horrifying consonants
Oscypek, paluszki, pierogi... is plenty, yes? [one of her shadows quietly palms its face when 'paluszki' comes up]
[and to his final question, completely casually...] Had own pony, but Tower tore it's head off.
I welcome them!
Its head...
[Kariya trails off, sobering. It was cute, at first, but this is getting worrisome.]
Rin, is something wrong?
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Am not Rin. I told you, yes?
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You know you can tell me if something's the matter.
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Who is 'Rin' anyway!
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But you should know that.
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Are you tired? Would you like to go home?
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Home is in Poland!
You must be the tired one; can't think at all!
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[He smiles, hopefully. Whatever game Rin's playing, he hopes she's all right.]
I'm fine. I'm not tired.