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[open] Chapter １ "Mourning a New Life"
Characters: Lavi (ou) and you~ :D Lucky duck
Setting: Room 1-20, Bathroom/Hallway, Floor 19, Floor 25, Cafeteria
Format: Prose here but prefer brackets.
Summary: Waking up and wandering around basically, new is this one!
Warnings: No warnings that I can think of~
Ｒｏｏｍ １－２０
The first moment of awareness filled Lavi with surprise, eye still closed he hadn't realized that the force of the Noah's hit had knocked him out. Even for a few moments. But then he notices that the softness underneath of him isn't the stiff armchair he had been unceremoniously placed in and then thrown against the wall in. Instead it's soft and giving - like a bed - and it's wrong.
Lavi sits up and opens his eye, looking around the stark room with three other beds. Their placements and furniture all identical, except they all look as if they're lived in. Where as he was placed (unceremoniously again) on top of the sheets, note now on his lap where it was once on his chest. The redhead frowns at the note, picking it up and reading it, mouth moving along with the words. And he pales, oh how he pales, at that first sentence.
They had failed. Somehow along the line, the war had been lost. Humanity and everyone in it that he had started to hold dear was gone. He should have been gone with them. Should have and yet here he was, alive and...moving?
The simple mechanics of mobility hadn't been his first thought when he awoke but now he takes stock of himself. Looking over and moving each limb as if for the first time. "What... Ho-how..." The last thing he remembered was not being able to move, had they saved him from the parasites too? Whoever these people were that saved him?
He had to find out answers. But not in that strange outfit they had put him in. Lavi spied clothing sticking out of some chests at the foot of the beds and moves slowly to look into his own. The redhead sinks to his knees at finding Tettsui there safe and sound, hand reaching out to make sure it was there and real. It crackled as it always did in his touch, responsive and ready for whatever he needed the Innocence for. Lavi lets out a relieved sigh and relaxes, ready to put on his uniform once more. It was all he had left of home.
Ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ／Ｈａｌｌｗａｙ
Rather than change in the open room where any one of his three new roommates could walk in at any time the redhead uses the bathroom he came across. It was nice to wash up as well, the dirt and sweat of the battlefield wasn't pleasant to be walking around in for long. Especially not in clean clothing.
Hair still damp and curling he wraps the scarf around his neck regardless, anything to hide the unsightly collar he noticed only when he entered the bathroom.He was way too happy to be moving earlier to notice. Lavi winces again at the thought of it, "If they saved us then why do they need to collar us..."
The "us" had to be true if there were others in this place, his roommates aside, why put him with the general populace if he was the last of his own world? Lavi shakes his head at it all, maybe there'd be answers in a library or records room. He just had to find it.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ １９
The library.
He snorts under his breath as he looks at all of the bound pages in front of him. If anything at all it would be a dreamer's world in the first one he encountered on the third floor, not one page of truth or one word of history. Here... While he could tell that there was text that was more substantial and actual "food for thought" books, there was nothing that he wanted. Nothing about this place at all, why it was here, why it was saving people.
"It's almost as if they don't want anybody to know the truth..."
Part of him doesn't want to stand for it, he wants to find those in charge and sweet-talk them. Maybe see if they need a historian, he fits the job description after all. It annoyed him that nothing was being done to note what was happening, the true happenings, except by what was experienced by himself and others here like him.
Then again... With what was revealed to him at home, did he really want to continue this path? Was he still required to? It's not like the old man was required to tell him, perhaps it was too painful. But that thought as well made him snort again, muttering to himself, "Not supposed to feel that sort of pain..."
He had felt it, it was expected of an apprentice, but not of a Bookman proper. Not like Lavi could get his answers now and an ache in his chest made itself known for his mentor. Even if they had their differences he still thought of the old man as a grandfather. The pain of losing him... Lavi grit his teeth and banged his fist against a bookshelf, letting his head hang. "Damn you, old man..."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２５
He climbed, climbed to clear his mind and climbed to find out how blasted tall this tower was. There were things he wasn't quite sure were real, things he had to stare at and watch. Even now he could see the staircase stretching on upwards, but the contents of this floor stopped him dead.
Not quite literally but you get the picture.
It wasn't the first "outside" room that he had seen. But this one filled him with such a sense of home without even being his home. The home that he yearned for at times in those dreams of his, a land that wasn't torn asunder by war. One that was just peaceful and blooming, living as they were all intended to do.
Lavi walks out into the middle of the floor, or as close to it without losing sight of the staircase and sits. Flowers and their scents surrounding and overwhelming him, a grin stretching across his face. This...he might be able to get used to. If it was safe.
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The rumbling of his stomach was what brought him down out of the meadow, back down through the interesting and nightmare-ish rooms that almost made him lose his appetite. But his hunger was persistent, a gnawing that hadn't been filled in hours, hours before his capture and hours since waking here. Really it was past time he did something about it.
Lavi walks into the cafeteria, leery but at the same time too hungry to care about the food's safety. Others were eating it with no problem and there didn't seem to be a need for money, not that he had any or even if he did they probably didn't accept his world's currency. He fingers the beads on his coat, grateful that he wouldn't have to hawk them in order to eat or pay board.
It was just a matter of finding the right food now. Mouth watering for some of the chicken he saw and the bowl of simmering curry but he moved on. Despite not being able to feel his injuries from the hit, something plain and simple would be better suited. Throwing it all up wouldn't be the best way to find out that his ribs were truly cracked or broken.
He looks mournfully at the delicious looking food and picks up a bowl of oatmeal, loading it up with cinnamon and honey.
Setting: Room 1-20, Bathroom/Hallway, Floor 19, Floor 25, Cafeteria
Format: Prose here but prefer brackets.
Summary: Waking up and wandering around basically, new is this one!
Warnings: No warnings that I can think of~
Ｒｏｏｍ １－２０
The first moment of awareness filled Lavi with surprise, eye still closed he hadn't realized that the force of the Noah's hit had knocked him out. Even for a few moments. But then he notices that the softness underneath of him isn't the stiff armchair he had been unceremoniously placed in and then thrown against the wall in. Instead it's soft and giving - like a bed - and it's wrong.
Lavi sits up and opens his eye, looking around the stark room with three other beds. Their placements and furniture all identical, except they all look as if they're lived in. Where as he was placed (unceremoniously again) on top of the sheets, note now on his lap where it was once on his chest. The redhead frowns at the note, picking it up and reading it, mouth moving along with the words. And he pales, oh how he pales, at that first sentence.
They had failed. Somehow along the line, the war had been lost. Humanity and everyone in it that he had started to hold dear was gone. He should have been gone with them. Should have and yet here he was, alive and...moving?
The simple mechanics of mobility hadn't been his first thought when he awoke but now he takes stock of himself. Looking over and moving each limb as if for the first time. "What... Ho-how..." The last thing he remembered was not being able to move, had they saved him from the parasites too? Whoever these people were that saved him?
He had to find out answers. But not in that strange outfit they had put him in. Lavi spied clothing sticking out of some chests at the foot of the beds and moves slowly to look into his own. The redhead sinks to his knees at finding Tettsui there safe and sound, hand reaching out to make sure it was there and real. It crackled as it always did in his touch, responsive and ready for whatever he needed the Innocence for. Lavi lets out a relieved sigh and relaxes, ready to put on his uniform once more. It was all he had left of home.
Ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ／Ｈａｌｌｗａｙ
Rather than change in the open room where any one of his three new roommates could walk in at any time the redhead uses the bathroom he came across. It was nice to wash up as well, the dirt and sweat of the battlefield wasn't pleasant to be walking around in for long. Especially not in clean clothing.
Hair still damp and curling he wraps the scarf around his neck regardless, anything to hide the unsightly collar he noticed only when he entered the bathroom.
The "us" had to be true if there were others in this place, his roommates aside, why put him with the general populace if he was the last of his own world? Lavi shakes his head at it all, maybe there'd be answers in a library or records room. He just had to find it.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ １９
The library.
He snorts under his breath as he looks at all of the bound pages in front of him. If anything at all it would be a dreamer's world in the first one he encountered on the third floor, not one page of truth or one word of history. Here... While he could tell that there was text that was more substantial and actual "food for thought" books, there was nothing that he wanted. Nothing about this place at all, why it was here, why it was saving people.
"It's almost as if they don't want anybody to know the truth..."
Part of him doesn't want to stand for it, he wants to find those in charge and sweet-talk them. Maybe see if they need a historian, he fits the job description after all. It annoyed him that nothing was being done to note what was happening, the true happenings, except by what was experienced by himself and others here like him.
Then again... With what was revealed to him at home, did he really want to continue this path? Was he still required to? It's not like the old man was required to tell him, perhaps it was too painful. But that thought as well made him snort again, muttering to himself, "Not supposed to feel that sort of pain..."
He had felt it, it was expected of an apprentice, but not of a Bookman proper. Not like Lavi could get his answers now and an ache in his chest made itself known for his mentor. Even if they had their differences he still thought of the old man as a grandfather. The pain of losing him... Lavi grit his teeth and banged his fist against a bookshelf, letting his head hang. "Damn you, old man..."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２５
He climbed, climbed to clear his mind and climbed to find out how blasted tall this tower was. There were things he wasn't quite sure were real, things he had to stare at and watch. Even now he could see the staircase stretching on upwards, but the contents of this floor stopped him dead.
Not quite literally but you get the picture.
It wasn't the first "outside" room that he had seen. But this one filled him with such a sense of home without even being his home. The home that he yearned for at times in those dreams of his, a land that wasn't torn asunder by war. One that was just peaceful and blooming, living as they were all intended to do.
Lavi walks out into the middle of the floor, or as close to it without losing sight of the staircase and sits. Flowers and their scents surrounding and overwhelming him, a grin stretching across his face. This...he might be able to get used to. If it was safe.
Ｃａｆｅｔｅｒｉａ
The rumbling of his stomach was what brought him down out of the meadow, back down through the interesting and nightmare-ish rooms that almost made him lose his appetite. But his hunger was persistent, a gnawing that hadn't been filled in hours, hours before his capture and hours since waking here. Really it was past time he did something about it.
Lavi walks into the cafeteria, leery but at the same time too hungry to care about the food's safety. Others were eating it with no problem and there didn't seem to be a need for money, not that he had any or even if he did they probably didn't accept his world's currency. He fingers the beads on his coat, grateful that he wouldn't have to hawk them in order to eat or pay board.
It was just a matter of finding the right food now. Mouth watering for some of the chicken he saw and the bowl of simmering curry but he moved on. Despite not being able to feel his injuries from the hit, something plain and simple would be better suited. Throwing it all up wouldn't be the best way to find out that his ribs were truly cracked or broken.
He looks mournfully at the delicious looking food and picks up a bowl of oatmeal, loading it up with cinnamon and honey.
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What? Couldn't meditate in the gym?
Distantly he hears the rustling of the flowers as they move, but it isn't loud enough to be a generated (or even real) wind moving through them. That and it's very centered, if Kanda keeps moving. Lavi turns around, opening his eyes to look back the way he'd come. His eye grows large with disbelief and at the same time, relief.
That he wasn't alone.
"Yu-Yuu?!" He scrambles to his feet and takes a few steps forward but...he stops with a large distance still between them. He could be just an illusion.
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He should be relieved. Should be happy to see Lavi. Except...
Kanda totally just pulled Mugen out and pointed it at Lavi. He looks mad. "Don't call me by that name! If people hear you, they'll start using that name too, idiot!" He doesn't even bother to think that Lavi might be an illusion. He's too mad being called by his given name.
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Lavi grins more at the reaction, he's so damn happy to see you, man.
But Mugen. Didn't miss you as much, bro. "C'mon, Yuu. I'll make sure to keep everyone else straight, I promise."
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Kanda just looks like he's getting madder with every word Lavi says. "That's not the damn point! Stop calling me Yuu." He looks like he might actually try cutting Lavi with Mugen if he isn't careful. "Oi, stop looking so happy and bliss in a place like this. We don't even know where we are and you're smiling like an idiot."
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Unwilling to believe himself in danger Lavi takes a few steps toward Kanda, "I'm smiling because you're alright and not dead." The smile falters as he says that word, "I thought I lost everyone."
In a way, he had lost everyone already at home. Captive and probably without a hope of escape. At least if Kanda killed him now he could be happy knowing that one of them was still alive.
Not that he wants to die. He'll still move out of Mugen's way.
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"I don't die that easily," Kanda replied bluntly. He came back, after all. And the state of Kanda's being doesn't make dying very easy. "So you think that letter they gave us is true?" Kanda has his doubts. Even if it were true or false, they were stuck in this place either way.
He finally sheathes his sword again, although it almost seems begrudgingly. "I assumed everyone thought I was gone for good. Lenalee and Marie sure as hell weren't expecting to see me again. I didn't see you when I came back though. I'd imagine you'd be the loudest of them all if you knew I was around." What happened?
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"The whole world ending is different, Yuu..." That meant no body came back, not even those with special powers like you. 'Nothing surviving' included that. "I don't know if it's true or not, I can't find anything to prove or disprove it. The library here doesn't have anything useful."
Lavi shakes his head, "I didn't even know you were missing," not for that long, anyway. The news update Tyki had given them was very brief. "I was probably still missing myself..." Which raises the point of how did Lavi get taken away and you kept on going before the world was apparently destroyed. Was he taken away as an early precaution?
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"You'll figure out later." By that, Kanda probably means he isn't gonna talk about it. He's better off trying to find someone who knows what happened and asking them. Maybe if he harassed Kanda enough, he might at least brief the other on what happened (with probably little to no detail) "Doesn't matter now since I came back. Where did you end up if you went missing? The Order is pretty stingy about losing exorcists." Wouldn't they have looked for Lavi? Not that he cares or anything. He doesn't. If Lavi can't take care of himself, it isn't his problem.
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A snort, "Find that out from who? There isn't anyone else here who can tell me anything about home." Allen he'll find out about later if Kanda wants to just be an ass.
The redhead hesitates a little, wondering how much the Order's kept under wraps if they didn't send Kanda out looking for him and Bookman. Not like it matters and Lavi's much less of a jerk than the other. Still, he crosses his arms over his chest, "We were captured by the Noah."
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Kanda shrugs. "Someone else. It can't be just us two here." Everyone was so stubborn to live. There's no way they all kicked the bucket. He doesn't even know where here is anyways. They could actually be dead for all they know.
Well, there's reasons why they didn't send Kanda out, but that's besides the point. "Well, I guess that explains why you weren't around." He doesn't sound like he cares, but that's just how Kanda is. Maybe it's better that Lavi wasn't around when Alma Karma got awoken. At the same time, being captured by Noahs wasn't all that great either. "You missed a lot. Found out how they made the Third Exorcists." Kanda supposes that he'll tell Lavi at least what's worth knowing without really getting into more personal detail.
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Lavi's used to Kanda not caring, to be honest he wonders if any part of him does. Past the whole comrade thing, because he knows he can count on Kanda to come through in battle. But he wouldn't expect the swordsman to show up at his birthday party, if he had one.
"The Thirds? What? How?" He hadn't been aware that they had even been "made" out of something. Other than training.
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Kanda probably doesn't celebrate his own birthday if he can avoid it.
"They used a piece of the egg that got destroyed and implanted it into Alma Karma's body. You must know who that is." He's sure as a Bookman, he knows all about the Second Exorcist project and his relation to it.
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'Alma Karma'... Lavi searches his memory and comes up with a blank, shaking his head. "There's a lot about the Order that I don't know about, stuff that Gramps didn't..." He hesitates here, taking a breath and letting it out to keep from letting emotion get in the way, "There was a lot he didn't trust me with."
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"Alma was part of the Second Exorcist project. When the egg got destroyed, it looks like they retrieved a piece and planted it into Alma as a womb. That's apparently how the Thirds got made." He isn't really going to mention that he had killed Alma.
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"...How did you find all of this out, Yuu? Did something happen to the Thirds? And this Alma person, where do they come in?" Alma's death isn't much of his concern seeing as he doesn't know who it is, how he's tied in... He must be important but still.
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"They gathered us all where Alma was apparently comatose. Everyone involved in the Third and Second project along with idiots like Allen. They woke Alma up. The Second Exorcist project ultimately failed because Alma grew to hate the Order and lost control. You can imagine what happens when you have that same type of volatile nature awoken and turned into an Akuma." Kanda's voice is even. It seems detached and uninterested even. He seems to be skirting around explaining who exactly Alma is. "Most of the Thirds got killed and the remaining ones were stolen by the Earl."
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He listens, not happily - Kanda's lack of detail never made the Bookman part of him happy - but it was at least something. Not to mention Kanda's patented 'lack of caring' gives him that very clue that Kanda doesn't want to share. This was somewhat personal. "Bet L'vellie wasn't happy with that..."
Lavi rubs at the back of his head, "But it doesn't explain this Alma, how is he even involved with the Order to begin with? Or is that something they didn't let you guys know?" He's unknowingly giving you a way out of it, Kanda. Take it.
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"Of course not. I'm sure he momentarily forgotten about it when he could have been killed. Of course, he still continues to be a constant eyesore even after it's all been done and said." He's still disgusted that the man actually thought he'd tell him where Alma's remains are.
Kanda doesn't honestly understand social cues like that. You've mistaken him for a smarter person. That, and he hates that all of this shady business the Order keeps under racks. "You don't think the Order doesn't do just as fucked up stuff as those Noahs do? They were removing the brains of fallen exorcists and implanting them into new bodies. That was the Second Exorcist project. Even after death, people who fought for the Order don't get peace. They aren't willing to lose those that are compatible with Innocence so they have people to fight their war," Kanda replies with disgust. "Alma was one of them."
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The redhead frowns in confusion, "Wait, he was there? Or was there another attack?" So many things missing from this conversation. Of course things all go to hell in a hand basket the moment he and the old man are tucked well away.
But did that mean you were willing to open up about parts of your life that you forced yourself to forget? "No, I remember the experiments..." He was allowed to see those records at least, if not see then told. Even then the redhead was sure that there was more information stored away just like it. With an organization as old as the Order there were bound to be one or two dozen skeletons in the closet.
The venom from Kanda confirms it and the redhead hesitates a moment before asking, "It sounds as if you knew Alma then? Before all this?"