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towerofanimus2013-10-14 08:03 am
humility) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-14 08:03 am
in which a girl of discipline makes order out of chaos for herself - BACKDATED
Characters: Aqua! and whoever you deign to throw at her! (castmates with no CR yet - LET'S GO! 8D)
Setting: various! BACKDATED TO FRIDAY
Format: i prefer action/brackets, but i'll follow you!
Summary: when in doubt, fall back on discipline. make routines.
Warnings: none now, will edit as needed
[ CAFETERIA ]
[it hadn't taken long for the Tower to assign her to a job in the kitchens: baking. she would have been happy about it; it's an activity she enjoys and hadn't been able to indulge in for many years, and it's a productive if small way of helping the other residents.
...unfortunately, the Tower's idea of baking is less fun and homey and more industrial and dangerous. why she's surprised, Aqua's not even sure.
still, before the terrifying time to put things in the oven, Aqua at least has a little time and materials to be creative. she's forgotten some things, but luckily there have been plenty of cookbooks in the library to look through. her hands, however, have miraculously not forgotten important motions - kneading and twisting. the satisfaction of pulling beautifully glazed rolls and braided loaves out of the oven is a thrill she'd long missed.
would you like a lesson?]
[ FLOOR THREE LIBRARY ]
[there's a large pile - wait, no, several piles of books neatly stacked and separated by topic next to the sofa that Aqua is now comfortably sitting on, legs tucked primly underneath her.
one hand is curled in front of her mouth, and a slight frown creases her brow as she reads with what must be much concentration. it seems to just be a cookbook, specifically about baking, but every once in a while she gasps, or her cheeks flush with excitement and she smiles with anticipation.
maybe it's just the new ideas this book has for breads and sweets?]
[ FLOOR FIVE ]
[well. she found the viewfinder floor.
Aqua's frozen in front of the one to the Land of Departure. of course, it didn't even look as it should when she left it last, having turned into that twisted castle that sucks away one's memory.
she's close enough to the viewfinder that it would be hard for someone to see her face without getting uncomfortably close. should someone do that, however, her expression is almost unreadable, despite the narrowed eyes and fingertips pressed to her mouth. angry? upset? it's hard to tell.
what else is there to say?]
[ FLOOR SEVEN ]
[SWIMMING ANIME
I mean
WATER EXERCISING. ...YEAH. WOO.
come on in and interrupt her. LET'S PLAY GAMES?]
[ FLOOR TEN ]
[oh, nothing special
just standing here, checking out the aquarium with cheeks pink from excitement
experimentally putting her finger, then her hand, then whole arm in the water
nbd]
[FLOOR ELEVEN ]
[after warming up with swimming, it's time for strength and weight training! EVEN A MASTER MUST NEVER STOP TRAINING. really, it's more for a routine in her day than anything, but the familiarity of the exercises in this horrible place is nice, too.
the Keyblade she has isn't her own, but Master Keeper. even if you're not familiar with it, it clearly can't be hers as it's too long and bulky. she seems to have learned to accommodate herself to it and adapted it to her style.
in any case, she's sweating and concentrating, but won't turn away anyone who wants to chat. or learn, even. what are Masters for, after all?]
Setting: various! BACKDATED TO FRIDAY
Format: i prefer action/brackets, but i'll follow you!
Summary: when in doubt, fall back on discipline. make routines.
Warnings: none now, will edit as needed
[ CAFETERIA ]
[it hadn't taken long for the Tower to assign her to a job in the kitchens: baking. she would have been happy about it; it's an activity she enjoys and hadn't been able to indulge in for many years, and it's a productive if small way of helping the other residents.
...unfortunately, the Tower's idea of baking is less fun and homey and more industrial and dangerous. why she's surprised, Aqua's not even sure.
still, before the terrifying time to put things in the oven, Aqua at least has a little time and materials to be creative. she's forgotten some things, but luckily there have been plenty of cookbooks in the library to look through. her hands, however, have miraculously not forgotten important motions - kneading and twisting. the satisfaction of pulling beautifully glazed rolls and braided loaves out of the oven is a thrill she'd long missed.
would you like a lesson?]
[ FLOOR THREE LIBRARY ]
[there's a large pile - wait, no, several piles of books neatly stacked and separated by topic next to the sofa that Aqua is now comfortably sitting on, legs tucked primly underneath her.
one hand is curled in front of her mouth, and a slight frown creases her brow as she reads with what must be much concentration. it seems to just be a cookbook, specifically about baking, but every once in a while she gasps, or her cheeks flush with excitement and she smiles with anticipation.
maybe it's just the new ideas this book has for breads and sweets?]
[ FLOOR FIVE ]
[well. she found the viewfinder floor.
Aqua's frozen in front of the one to the Land of Departure. of course, it didn't even look as it should when she left it last, having turned into that twisted castle that sucks away one's memory.
she's close enough to the viewfinder that it would be hard for someone to see her face without getting uncomfortably close. should someone do that, however, her expression is almost unreadable, despite the narrowed eyes and fingertips pressed to her mouth. angry? upset? it's hard to tell.
what else is there to say?]
[ FLOOR SEVEN ]
[SWIMMING ANIME
I mean
WATER EXERCISING. ...YEAH. WOO.
come on in and interrupt her. LET'S PLAY GAMES?]
[ FLOOR TEN ]
[oh, nothing special
just standing here, checking out the aquarium with cheeks pink from excitement
experimentally putting her finger, then her hand, then whole arm in the water
nbd]
[FLOOR ELEVEN ]
[after warming up with swimming, it's time for strength and weight training! EVEN A MASTER MUST NEVER STOP TRAINING. really, it's more for a routine in her day than anything, but the familiarity of the exercises in this horrible place is nice, too.
the Keyblade she has isn't her own, but Master Keeper. even if you're not familiar with it, it clearly can't be hers as it's too long and bulky. she seems to have learned to accommodate herself to it and adapted it to her style.
in any case, she's sweating and concentrating, but won't turn away anyone who wants to chat. or learn, even. what are Masters for, after all?]
no subject
It throws him off a little.]
Precisely. We are told our power, even our bodies are nothing but illusion and constructs, even the floors and food we sleep on or eat tricks of the senses, and then we are expected to believe it when they show us 'our' worlds ruined? Or even when something 'glitches', that it is not part of the system meant to keep us compliant prisoners?
[Xemnas clasps his hands behind his back, regarding the castle he knew well. It still held maddening mysteries even to him.]
Others will argue vehemently that it is reality. I see no reason to believe it. Simulations can fool all senses, and if they build them based on our memories, we will never know the difference. Isn't it better to hope one's home and companions are still alive than submit to despair in their loss?
no subject
...I suppose it must be difficult to remember such things after being lied to for too long. Hear a lie enough, and it may become your truth.
After all- [she turns back to him, her expression grim.] -this place isn't just about keeping us compliant. It's despair they want as well. Why else the horror floors? The creatures roaming the halls at night? The mind games?
Unless it's just madness behind the curtain.
no subject
[Xemnas' tone remains measured. It's polite but there's no emotion behind it. He understood learned helplessness, he used it often enough on others.]
The heart is not designed to withstand such pressures for long. And a heart is easily fooled by whatever might give it comfort in the darkness. I have heard there is one who runs this place, who uses the souls of those who surrender for fuel.
[He watches Oblivion thoughtfully. There were still mysteries of that place he wished to find out, but that would have to wait now. Perhaps forever.]
Hope is a rare and precious commodity here. Though I am free from any such concern as despair or surrender, I wonder how long you yourself will last. It is those who burn brightest who fall hardest, it seems.