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towerofanimus2013-12-07 09:40 pm
fragileprophet) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-07 09:40 pm
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the sixth - we'll work it all out together
Characters: Ion and you!
Setting: Dorm room 1-16 in the morning and then the graveyard, floor 48, for most of the rest of the day up until evening, and then the library on floor 3.
Format: Starting with action but I'm perfectly happy with either!
Summary: Ion notices some people have disappeared and reacts accordingly.
Warnings: None for now, just general sadness.
Dorm 1-16, morning
[Ion wasn't expecting it to be anything other than a normal day. True, most of the days in the Tower weren't anything particularly pleasant os special, but he could hope that it would at least appear to start as any other, uneventful day. When he woke up and found one of the beds empty, he would have simply assumed that Raven had left early. Ion, unfortunately, didn't get much farther before he stopped on his way out. A name was most definitely missing from the list of the room inhabitants.
As if to be sure he simply wasn't overlooking it, Ion read the list of names two, three times before it really started to register that Raven had left the Tower. A knot formed in his throat, and he put a hand to a forehead. Perhaps he didn't ineract with the stoic man as much as he would have liked, or as much as he should have, but he had become somewhat fond of his roommate.]
Floor 48, mid-day
[Perhaps it was discovering that Raven had disappeared from the Tower that had inspired Ion to take a trip to the graveyard. But it was ultimately the cluster of names from Auldrant that the Fon Master was drawn to. Because, honestly, he wasn't sure he could ever pay his respects to his friends enough. Ion didn't like to advertise when he was feeling down, or feeling out of hope, but the longer he stayed in the Tower the more melancholy he feared he was becoming.
He resolved not to linger. To simply find them, maybe pray for them, and go back to his day. Maybe he could find someone to help. Ion hadn't been expecting to find another gravestone--let alone one that had his own name. For a long few minutes, it was all he could do to stand and stare at it. It wasn't his own name, of course it wasn't. It was the other Ion. The real Ion, his original. And yet there was something so ominous about seeing your name, whether or not it actually referred to your or not, staring you in the face.
Maybe it was simply unavoidable. Where he came from, it was simply a fact that his Original was dead. And the idea of being dead, himself, shouldn't scare him when he knew he was nothing more than a frail replica. Somehow, even mulling these logical ideas over in his head, Ion couldn't tear his eyes away.
And more than that, he couldn't stop himself from feeling so strangely upset at the loss of his Original.]
Floor 3, evening
[Eventually, Ion had to leave the graveyard. It was getting late, dark, colder, and harder to stand. People had come and gone, and starting to feel tired, Ion didn't want to risk running into a monster. At the same time, however, he wasn't so sure he was ready to go back to his dorm. Maybe it was the idea of sleeping. He knew when he woke up, it wouldn't erase the problems. The people who had left would still be gone.
Or maybe it was simply the idea of withering away. Maybe it was the knowledge that somebody knew would fill Raven's bed as if Raven had never been there to begin with.
None of that would be the fault of any of his roommates, new or otherwise. It wasn't fair to them for Ion to treat them with any smaller measure of consideration due to his own insecurities.
So, without having any real aim, Ion began to walk. He made his way to the nearest elevator, took it down to the bottom of the Tower, and eventually found his way into the library on the third floor. It was with heavy legs and an even heavier heart that Ion sunk into one of the many cushioned chairs located in some abstract corner of the tangle of shelves.
He sighs where he sits, and can be found with his eyes closed. His face would almost appear peaceful if his brow wasn't knit so tightly. Ion could easily be mistaken for asleep, though if he hears you coming, lost in his thoughts or not, he'll kindly correct that assumption.]
Setting: Dorm room 1-16 in the morning and then the graveyard, floor 48, for most of the rest of the day up until evening, and then the library on floor 3.
Format: Starting with action but I'm perfectly happy with either!
Summary: Ion notices some people have disappeared and reacts accordingly.
Warnings: None for now, just general sadness.
Dorm 1-16, morning
[Ion wasn't expecting it to be anything other than a normal day. True, most of the days in the Tower weren't anything particularly pleasant os special, but he could hope that it would at least appear to start as any other, uneventful day. When he woke up and found one of the beds empty, he would have simply assumed that Raven had left early. Ion, unfortunately, didn't get much farther before he stopped on his way out. A name was most definitely missing from the list of the room inhabitants.
As if to be sure he simply wasn't overlooking it, Ion read the list of names two, three times before it really started to register that Raven had left the Tower. A knot formed in his throat, and he put a hand to a forehead. Perhaps he didn't ineract with the stoic man as much as he would have liked, or as much as he should have, but he had become somewhat fond of his roommate.]
Floor 48, mid-day
[Perhaps it was discovering that Raven had disappeared from the Tower that had inspired Ion to take a trip to the graveyard. But it was ultimately the cluster of names from Auldrant that the Fon Master was drawn to. Because, honestly, he wasn't sure he could ever pay his respects to his friends enough. Ion didn't like to advertise when he was feeling down, or feeling out of hope, but the longer he stayed in the Tower the more melancholy he feared he was becoming.
He resolved not to linger. To simply find them, maybe pray for them, and go back to his day. Maybe he could find someone to help. Ion hadn't been expecting to find another gravestone--let alone one that had his own name. For a long few minutes, it was all he could do to stand and stare at it. It wasn't his own name, of course it wasn't. It was the other Ion. The real Ion, his original. And yet there was something so ominous about seeing your name, whether or not it actually referred to your or not, staring you in the face.
Maybe it was simply unavoidable. Where he came from, it was simply a fact that his Original was dead. And the idea of being dead, himself, shouldn't scare him when he knew he was nothing more than a frail replica. Somehow, even mulling these logical ideas over in his head, Ion couldn't tear his eyes away.
And more than that, he couldn't stop himself from feeling so strangely upset at the loss of his Original.]
Floor 3, evening
[Eventually, Ion had to leave the graveyard. It was getting late, dark, colder, and harder to stand. People had come and gone, and starting to feel tired, Ion didn't want to risk running into a monster. At the same time, however, he wasn't so sure he was ready to go back to his dorm. Maybe it was the idea of sleeping. He knew when he woke up, it wouldn't erase the problems. The people who had left would still be gone.
Or maybe it was simply the idea of withering away. Maybe it was the knowledge that somebody knew would fill Raven's bed as if Raven had never been there to begin with.
None of that would be the fault of any of his roommates, new or otherwise. It wasn't fair to them for Ion to treat them with any smaller measure of consideration due to his own insecurities.
So, without having any real aim, Ion began to walk. He made his way to the nearest elevator, took it down to the bottom of the Tower, and eventually found his way into the library on the third floor. It was with heavy legs and an even heavier heart that Ion sunk into one of the many cushioned chairs located in some abstract corner of the tangle of shelves.
He sighs where he sits, and can be found with his eyes closed. His face would almost appear peaceful if his brow wasn't knit so tightly. Ion could easily be mistaken for asleep, though if he hears you coming, lost in his thoughts or not, he'll kindly correct that assumption.]
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Being a morbidly curious fellow, the graveyard was of course one of them. He walked slowly amongst the headstones, hands in his pockets, blood-red eyes skating across names he didn't recognize, but his gait came to a halt when he recognized a familiar face. When he moved again, it was at that same unhurried pace, but Jade picked a path towards Ion.
He reached him in just a moment or two. Ion hadn't moved in that time; it was somewhat concerning. Stepping up next to him, remaining respectfully silent, Jade let his gaze fall where Ion's was.
The name there told him everything he needed to know. Not just there, but on the other gravestones in the area. It was an unpleasant feeling, seeing the names of people he grew to actually care about on testaments to the death. For the moment, he stood with Ion in companionable silence, mulling over the oddity of looking at markers for the dead with a boy he had watched pass on.]
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[It's likely that Ion heard Jade when he approached, not generally being the sort of individual to be unaware of his surroundings even when he's lost in thought, but it still takes a long moment before he says anything. Even then, he can't seem to lift his gaze.
Idly, a hand comes to clutch at the tuning fork that hangs around his neck so permanently. Force of habit, really. Little else comforts him, but it's hard not to take comfort in the fact that no matter what happens, he can count on the necklace to remain nestled heavily against his heart.]
I don't visit them as much as I should.
[The words come out softly, and seemingly of their own accord. It almost sounds like he's talking to himself, but of course the Fon Master would never be so rude.]
I forget how many of them have come and gone since I've been here.
[It felt selfish and negligent--he felt selfish and negligent.]
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[It didn't bother Jade that Ion didn't outwardly acknowledge his presence. He didn't approach the Fon Master to chit-chat for fun, after all. There was one purpose one comes to a graveyard--well, technically, one can come to a graveyard for quite a few purposes, but for someone like Ion, there would only be one.
And so Jade remained silent as he slowly let his eyes roam over the names on the graves. They stopped when he saw one with his own name, and it startled him less than he felt it ought to. There were some doubles too. It was an unpleasant feeling, one he had no trouble believing was the purpose of these gravestones. If the layout of the floors were the result of glamour, then this too was the work of the administrators.
Ion spoke, and Jade let his gaze rest on the young replica until he was done. Then he returned his gaze, this time to the headstone haunting him.]
It must be strange for you. I'm sorry, but I can't begin to imagine how it must feel.
[To be a replica, someone taught that he was fundamentally replaceable, to be by his nature someone not likely to live very long because of the instability of the Seventh Fonons in a replica's body, to outlive so many of the companions with whom he'd traveled... Not to mention that he might have known a Jade, who was gone, and now here was another Jade who had the same memories and personality save what the previous one would have had as a result of his time in the Tower. In a way, it was worse than replicas. Jade knew it must be upsetting, but the specifics were far beyond him, and he didn't want to press. He never was much good at comforting others.
And on a more selfish level, he was a little relieved that his name was the only one present of his childhood crew. He could handle the concept of his own death far better than he could His Majesty's.]
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[The corners of his mouth tug upward of their own accord at what Jade says, but it's not exactly a smile. It's something blank.]
Strange. [Ion considers that word.] I suppose that's a rather good way of putting it.
[He knew he should be sad. Or perhaps he should have been angry. Maybe even relieved would have made sense, because none of the other Ions--replica or otherwise--had made him anything short of uncomfortable. Even Florian, who he had tried in all honesty to befriend.
But Ion wasn't any of that. Not really. And these feelings, which he had never properly experienced before, felt so foreign. These weren't the kind of things he had ever been trained for in becoming a replacement Fon Master.]
That's alright. If I'm being truthful, I'm not so sure I know exactly what it is I'm feeling, myself.
[That hallow smile fades, and his brow furrows. For a second, he wonders if he should find something to put at Ion's grave--or at any of them. Because didn't they all deserve some sort of gift? But he wasn't sure what he could give. He had no souvenirs, and most of anything he'd be able to find in the Tower would be fake. And in the end, those things were for the soul. Their souls weren't even present in the graveyard.]
Out of all the people from our world to be brought here, I would have never thought one of them would have been the real Ion.
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late late super late
I'll never forgive you, never ever ever
[libraryyyyyyyyyyy]
Ion will hear him on the other side of a shelf, first, heavy footsteps and the rustle of a cloak thrown back over his shoulders but never quite discarded. A mumbled comment of "Someone should sue for new material" follows, and then the sound of a book being pulled off a shelf. With that in hand, Asch makes for the end of the row, the slim volume tucked under his arm as he makes for one of his more usual seats in the back...
...Only to find it occupied by something small and green.]
Little late to be taking a nap.
Re: [libraryyyyyyyyyyy]
He does open his eyes, however, when a familiar voice sounds in front of him.]
You're right. I'm sorry.
[The boy pushes himself up so he's sitting less lax in the seat, then tries unthinkingly to put a smile back on his face. It comes slowly, like he'd almost forgotten how.]
It felt too early to retire to my dorm...but I guess I'm a bit more tired than I realized.
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[Something happened - they're not quite friends, but Asch knows well enough that even when resting, Ion is usually alert, and that typical smile comes too slow.
Without another word, Asch steps over and turns around to he can sit with his back against the chair at Ion's feet, pulling his cloak closed over his knees. Facing away, at least Ion doesn't have to force a smile for him.]
If you need to rest, I'll keep watch.
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1-16 - here comes the feels train
[The tabby pauses as he rounds the corner, momentarily hesitant to approach without finding out what the situation is that he's about to get himself into, but as always Ion's well-being is important enough to sway him. The cat disappears and the blonde man that replaces him nears slowly and quietly.]
...I-Ion? S-S-Something wrong?
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It's Raven...he's gone.
[It hadn't been so long ago that Ion had talked to Rick about all the people he had met who seemed to be disappearing. How distressing it was becoming. Ion had agreed that they'd fix it, and save the souls of those lost to them, but that hardly made it any easier to stomach.]
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[But it makes things so much harder to accept when they strike the people closest to him. Someone who's been living with him for almost half a year now, a quiet, calm presence in his little corner of their room who, despite his reserved nature, managed to stick by Rick's side through his most troubling Tower experiences. He watched him die--thought he'd broken through that hardened exterior so he could get to know Raven as a friend.]
[That was not a chance he's allowed to have, it seems.]
[Stunned into silence, Rick joins Ion in staring at the new nameplate, unmoving for what seems like hours.]
...W-When...?
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floor 48
He saw Ion and waved shyly, going over though he was ready to back away if Ion did not want company.] Hello...
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Regardless of what emotional state Ion might have been in, he was always happy to see his friends.]
Hello, Taiki. Have you come to visit someone you know, as well?
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He'd never been there, beyond a quick glance. He knew what was within, that much was easy to pick up on a brief look, and that's all he needed to know. The human view of death was one he didn't quite understand, but the seemingly endless little gravestones with their carved names was not particularly interesting.
Normally he'd pass by this floor again, except for a glimpse of green amidst the solemn garden of stone.
It's just enough to make him divert, and pick his way carefully among the occasional open graves and toppled headstones. Ion was a recognizable form, be he the original or one of the replicas. But why is he here, alone? No place in this tower was really safe for anyone to be roaming by themselves. Lorelei doesn't announce himself, it probably would be better if he did, he simply stops a little behind and to one side, just out of peripheral vision, and reaches to touch one shoulder gently.]
Are you alright?
[It's a strange question in a place like this, with that gravestone right there.]
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Y-yes...I'm fine. Thank you.
[It doesn't sound particularly sincere, but, well, he's in a graveyard, and it's more obvious that he's not fine than he'd like it to be.]
I just wanted to visit my friends but I... [His shoulders sad, and he forces his gaze off of the gravestone that bears his own name.] ...I didn't realize I was going to find yet another name from Auldrant waiting for me.
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You have friends here?
[His tone is soft; it seemed wrong to be overtly loud in this place. The names present are measured, one by one. Empty graves, open graves. Was anything here at all but a reminder? But finding one's own name might be a little unpleasant.
The other Ion had been present, and is now gone. That bitter, cruel, vicious child, a product of necessity.. And all that remains now, the gentler of the two.]
I admit.. I'm surprised. Of all the things I'd have expected, a friendship with him is not one of them. I'm sorry for your loss.
[He didn't understand it. There was nothing there but a stone with a name, it shouldn't matter. But it clearly did to Ion, so that ... at the least, can be respected. There's a moment of rummaging, and then Lorelei produces what looks suspiciously like a candy cane.
He has a lot of them.]
Would you like one? It might help a little.
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[48]
[It's dumb to think that telling Pit what's been going on, even just in his head, helps. But it lets him think things over, and try to see things from his original's point of view. Not that he wants to be him, or even claim that he's the only 'real' one anymore, but it helps.]
[Besides, someone has to be stupidly optimistic, and playing the perky protagonist has never been his role. He stands a little stiffly, and looks around, spotting Ion.]
[... He's quiet as he heads over, standing near the small boy. He's no good at comforting, but at least he can let the other know he's not alone.]
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He smiles his characteristic smile. Maybe he isn't feeling it, or maybe it's far from the appropriate scenario for cheer, but as much as Ion loathed showing his friends when he was feeling run-down, he loathed showing acquaintances such feelings even more. He wanted to make a good impression, after all. What sort of people would want to be friends with a boy who didn't seem to have a grip on his emotions? Even when it may have been understandable to be a bit on-edge in such a place.]
Hello. [As Ion greets Dark Pit, his smile turns a bit more apologetic.] I hope I didn't interrupt your visit.
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[He looks down at the marker, at the name, and then looks back at Ion. He's puzzled for a moment, but then it clicks. Right. He wants to ask if the other is okay, but he knows too well what it's like to lose someone you're connected to.]
... Wanna get out of here?
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It was frustrating in a way, as though part of a greater puzzle. The loss of memories was utterly frustrating in some ways, and today was no exception as he scowled, stalking the rows of tombstones in irritation, not expecting to see someone else there, let alone a familiar face. He stops, a bit sheepish at his noisy sulking.]
My apologies. I hope I didn't interrupt.
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Not at all.
[Ion's expression is one of understanding. Of course, he wasn't sure what Xehanort was thinking, but what he did understand was being so lost in thought it could become a source of aggravation. Not that Ion was prone to letting his aggravation become obvious. If nothing else, Xehanort seems troubled to some capacity.]
You seem a bit distracted; is there something on your mind that's bothering you?
[If he needed someone to talk to, Ion would never turn his listening ear away. And if he was being honest, he wouldn't mind pushing his own troubled thoughts and feelings to the back of his brain in favor of hearing out someone else.]
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[He isn't really too keen to launch into another ramble about his amnesia and how frustrating it is for the tower to wave bits of his past around in front of his face, though it may be necessary. He steels himself in preparation.]
If you're here, then someone of yours left I assume.
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Floor 48
Good morning, Ion! Oh..why is your name on the gravestone? You're still here! Did Zo mess up?
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[It was much, much easier to reciprocate enthusiasm than it was to pull it out of thin air for the simple sake of keeping up appearances. He hadn't seen the small girl in a while, but her unbridled innocence and cheer wasn't at all unwelcome.
Ion shakes his head with a smile at her question.]
Not at all. Zo got it right. There was another boy named Ion here, you see.
[The Fon Master, of course, wasn't about to attempt explaining replication and fonons to the girl, so he decided to phrase their separate-but-equal existences in a way he thought would be much more easier for her to understand.]
Back on the world we came from, I was named after him; you could say that we had a lot in common.
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I hope he's okay then..it's super scary back there, you know! Everyone's dead, and the bodies all look weird and super gross..but why were you named after him?