Luke fon Fabre (
desireforchange) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-09-23 05:04 pm
Entry tags:
Hanging onto the last of me.
Characters: Luke, Jonouchi [and anyone else from the 2-12 gang]. AND WHOEVER? Seriously, OTA, in all prompts.
Setting: Library of Floor Three in the AM; Room 2-12 around NOON; LEAVING Floor Seventeen/Bloody Handprints and Screams Room... around evening time
Format: I'm accommodating as you all should know by now.
Summary:LUKE FAINTING LIKE A GIRL IN FIRST PROMPT. Luke's been skipping his checkups, so he's forced into yet another. Jou and Luke have a nice chat. /o/
Warnings: Luke will faint. Randomly. In the very first prompt.
[LIBRARY]
It's that day again. The day they'll come to get him for skipping out on another check-up--the one thing he refuses to give into. WHY make it easier on them? It's one trait he's managed to cling to. Somehow, it's been engraved into his mind that, if he can hold onto not giving into that one thing... he can hold onto himself. Whether it's true, or not... Well, that's something he'll find out later.
Sitting in the library has become a norm for him. Even when he's not reading, he still sits there and enjoys a moment of peace. Something to collect his thoughts and attempt to come up with a plan--which he never does. He can't think of one thing to contribute, besides what Asch told him on the first day: "try not to die"
Sounds simple enough, but... Speaking of Asch, he wonders howthe grumpy jerk he's doing since the... incident. Sigh. Likely a lot worse than Luke's doing...
[LUKE'S ROOM]
Waking with a start, he blinks. At first, the initial thought of 'will I be unable to move, this time?' manages to cross his mind. Of course, as usual, it's answered with him lifting his hand to his forehead--a dazed look on his face. Sighing, he slowly moves into an upright position. Again, he had passed out. Again, he had awoken in the same stupid bed... in the same stupid place. No surprises, only predictability. This place...
It's starting to get to him, a little. Sighing and scratching the back of his head, he lets out an annoyed sigh, eyes narrowing in frustration. There's got to be something he can do, besides the small retaliation that's likely nothing more than a minor setback in their week. Anything, would be good.
"Damn it..."
[FLOOR SEVENTEEN]
He had decided to take some time to explore, a little. Maybe he's just bored, but he soon finds himself on the Seventeenth Floor. The floor is empty. Blinking, he begins walking further in--then stops. What the hell had happened in here? Blinking, his eyes travel over the hand prints. Is that... blood? He steps closer to one, then freezes at the sudden screaming. His body goes rigid and he looks around. Is this floor haunted, or something?
"Wh-what the hell?!"
Green eyes search the room, but... nothing. Nobody.
With that, he makes a beeline for the door.
Setting: Library of Floor Three in the AM; Room 2-12 around NOON; LEAVING Floor Seventeen/Bloody Handprints and Screams Room... around evening time
Format: I'm accommodating as you all should know by now.
Summary:
Warnings: Luke will faint. Randomly. In the very first prompt.
[LIBRARY]
It's that day again. The day they'll come to get him for skipping out on another check-up--the one thing he refuses to give into. WHY make it easier on them? It's one trait he's managed to cling to. Somehow, it's been engraved into his mind that, if he can hold onto not giving into that one thing... he can hold onto himself. Whether it's true, or not... Well, that's something he'll find out later.
Sitting in the library has become a norm for him. Even when he's not reading, he still sits there and enjoys a moment of peace. Something to collect his thoughts and attempt to come up with a plan--which he never does. He can't think of one thing to contribute, besides what Asch told him on the first day: "try not to die"
Sounds simple enough, but... Speaking of Asch, he wonders how
[LUKE'S ROOM]
Waking with a start, he blinks. At first, the initial thought of 'will I be unable to move, this time?' manages to cross his mind. Of course, as usual, it's answered with him lifting his hand to his forehead--a dazed look on his face. Sighing, he slowly moves into an upright position. Again, he had passed out. Again, he had awoken in the same stupid bed... in the same stupid place. No surprises, only predictability. This place...
It's starting to get to him, a little. Sighing and scratching the back of his head, he lets out an annoyed sigh, eyes narrowing in frustration. There's got to be something he can do, besides the small retaliation that's likely nothing more than a minor setback in their week. Anything, would be good.
"Damn it..."
[FLOOR SEVENTEEN]
He had decided to take some time to explore, a little. Maybe he's just bored, but he soon finds himself on the Seventeenth Floor. The floor is empty. Blinking, he begins walking further in--then stops. What the hell had happened in here? Blinking, his eyes travel over the hand prints. Is that... blood? He steps closer to one, then freezes at the sudden screaming. His body goes rigid and he looks around. Is this floor haunted, or something?
"Wh-what the hell?!"
Green eyes search the room, but... nothing. Nobody.
With that, he makes a beeline for the door.

WHOOP WHOOP! ...Where are the chicks. Not a party without the babes, dude.
I uh... passed out. [Wait, that sounds terrible.]
Er... I keep refusing to go to the check-ups. [...Not much better, actually.]
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I guess it's stupid of me to keep fighting it, then, huh? [Furrowing his brow, he looked down.]
If they'll always win, anyway, ...I mean. [He sighed.]
1/?
Did Luke just say he would give up? ]
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Don't stop fighting just because you can't win every time!
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How do you think they would feel if they saw you had no hope left in you? If you can't be strong for yourself, at least be strong for your friends!
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We'll figure something out. But you can't do that if you give up!
DONE!
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... But that was stopped. Because, his head was snapped to the side from the impact, causing Luke to look stunned for a moment. Eyes widened, he turned to give surprised look to the blond.]
...
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... that's not the point, is it? The point was being strong for his friends. How the hell had he managed to forget that? Closing his eyes a moment, he looked away--but, only after he was sure Jou was finished talking.
The words, in spite of being kind at the end, still stung. Lowering his hand, he nodded.]
You're right... That was really stupid of me.
[Glancing back at Jou, his face made it pretty clear Jou had made his point. And the Luke had no intentions of arguing.]
1/3
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I have friends back home that I have to help. I have no idea what they're going through or if they're even okay. I can't ask them what's wrong. There's not a single day I don't think about them.
[It hurt. It hurt a lot not knowing how they were and he had a lot of pent up feelings because of it.]
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[He would have given up hope a long time ago if he didn't have them. Ion helped him more than he knew.]
I'll keep fighting for all my friends. Even the ones back home.
1/3 .../diagnosed with diabetes--and copies you, because... ugh. Luke.
Friends back home...
... Guy and Jade, who has yet to even see alternate versions of. And all the friends who were from his Auldrant. And...
... his parents.
... And all the others he cares about.]
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He could only imagine what the looks on their faces would be at hearing him talk like that. What the hell kind of friend would he be to give up, when there were still things he could be doing to help people. That was selfish. Low.
Real low.
Letting out a sigh, he shook his head and his expression turned serious.]
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Thanks...
[With that, he smiled softly.]
Anise and Ion would have been really disappointed to hear me talk like that. Or hurt... Maybe even both.
Even after everything I've done--everything we've done--I shouldn't even be thinking about giving up. Yeah, this place is exhausting... yeah, it's full of death and despair. But it's not just me. And that should be all the more reason to fight even harder. I had already known that, and... I shouldn't have forgotten it.
[His expression softened and he looked at his hands as he says the next part. He figured, by that point, there was nothing wrong with Jou being let in on the next bit of information. It wasn't relevant to this place, anyway.] Even back when I knew I was going to die on Auldrant, I made a promise not to give up. To keep fighting, not just for me, but for everyone. For them and everything we all stood for. It should be the exact same thing, here.
They are... some of the most important people in the world--in any world--to me, and I'd do pretty much anything for them. And I know they'd do the same. I'll do whatever it takes to protect them.
So... [He turns his face back towards Jou.]
Thank you... Jonouchi. [His smile grew into a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of his head.] I definitely needed that wake up call! ...I promise not to forget it, again.
[He didn't break promises to other people, either--not if he could help it.
He let out a laugh, talking in a slightly joking tone--they need to lighten the mood in the room, okay. He rubbed at the red spot on his face and grinned once more, this time matching the tone of the laugh.]
Nice punch, by the way.
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That's what I'm talking about! It's not the end, and we still have time to fix things! For us and for our friends!
[Jonouchi formed a fist again, but not to punch this time. To expression his burning determination!]
If I ever catch you doing that again, I'm going to make you eat dirt! [He was half serious, half joking.
Oh maybe he should have held back? He's stronger than he use to be.]
I guess I forgot my own strength. [A chuckle.] Sorry!
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Ah... no, it's fine. Like I said...I was stupid. I definitely deserved it, after that. [Lowering his hand, he let out a chuckle, as well. With that, he was moving off of the bed and standing. Stretching, he let out a sigh.]
What now? [It was more a question of in general. What should he start with? He wanted to... somehow make up for his moment of fail.]
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[He did mean our for Anise and Ion. They were possibly the most important people to him here. If he could take them home with him, he would.]
Huh?
[Jonouchi didn't usually plan for things here. There wasn't much to do.]
Depends on what you're up for!
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They do? [And he can...?]
Oh... uh... [He decided to go with a different idea, for now. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do as far as... that went.
No, he'd simply focus on friends.
... And he couldn't help but consider Jonouchi as, at the very least, a potential friend. He was looking out for two very important people to him. And he was obviously protective of them. So...] ...I've been going to this place that has games. It's really fun, but I haven't actually... gone there with another person. But, I've heard it's more fun when you play against someone. So...
[He idly scratched below the red mark, and turned to look to the side. It was obviously starting to swell, considering it's starting to itch. Giving Jonouchi a sideways glance, he asked in a curious tone.]
Wanna go?
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They're the best when you have a friend to play with! Let me show you!
[Jonouchi looped his arm around Luke's shoulders, quickly welcoming the redhead. The blonde was a rather clingy friend after all.
He had never really taken the elevator before, and since dying in the elevator shaft, he never would now. That left the two to take that looooooooong walk down stairs. More time to talk?]
What do you usually play?
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The arm around his shoulders made him blink, but he didn't fight against it, instead letting himself be led to the stairs.
...Fortunately, Jonouchi wouldn't hear any complaints on not taking the elevator. Luke wasn't too fond of it. It wasn't like on his world, where the elevator was open. No, that elevator trapped you inside. And the tower was already creepy enough, as it was.]
Well there's the one that reminds me of the one I got to play back home, called Dragon Buster. You basically go through a dungeon and fight to get to the end?
[He put a hand to his chin as he walked, mentioning how he'd always wanted to try a certain game--from Luke's description, Jonouchi should be able to gather that it's some sort of racing game.
Coming from a world without cars makes describing cars difficult...]
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[Jonouchi was actually looking forward to this.]