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towerofanimus2013-12-15 08:36 am
no_longer_a_king) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-15 08:36 am
ITP: Tears in reality
Characters: Arturia and OPEN
What: Arturia does her job pre-event and investigates Floor 23 mid-event. Further prompts to be added as the event progresses to avoid spamming the comm.
Where: Circus Floor and Floor 23.
Warnings: Clowns. Possibly other things that come up.
[A: FLOOR eighty; CIRCUS FLOOR; PRE-EVENT]
Two in the afternoon: Time to go to work. As embarrassing and boring as her assigned 'job' in the Tower was, it gave her something constant to do during the day. Busy as she was between the research, her maps, and training Shirou, it was somehow comforting to know she had somewhere to be during the day. Something she had to work her day around, even if in her mind it was entirely optional.
Now if only the ring leader would stop sounding so disappointed about her performance. What did he wish her to do: dance? Her job was simply to take this too-lacey umbrella from one post to the other on a tightrope, nothing else. For a being like her it was a simple matter, something that took less than a minute. The only reason she stayed longer than that was to ensure no one got too close to the clowns. No need for them to make jump ropes out of the audience's intestines, if they had an audience at all that night.
Anyone wishing to speak with her after her minute on the tightrope would find her patrolling just inside the audience's seating, Caliburn in hand, occasionally glaring at a few clowns who strayed too close.
[B: FLOOR 23; Elevators; EVENT]
There was no better chance to map this particular floor than right now, even if she knew she had to be quick about it. There was much to be done and now that Aria was out in the open. Many opportunities, but that would have to wait until Between knowing what they did about the collar fluid now and the fact the chipped units were making a safe house of sorts for them, it felt like things were about to come to a head. In a way they were, as the residents of the tower were surely about to actively oppose Jason.
What looked like a rip in reality itself in the floor did not bode well in any way. It was not too big, no, but there was definitely something trying to push through and for the life of her Arturia had no idea what. Some part of her was thinking Jason, but no. He would be too busy right now. So what was it in there and was it one of the many things they were supposedly being protected from?
Once she was done with a quick sketch of the floor and a few notes on the tear, she knelt down by it, studying it closer, Caliburn in one hand just in case. For all she knew the tear could give way at any moment and whatever was on the other side intended to tear everyone here into a fine paste. If such a thing happened, she needed to stall it for as long as possible.
But what could it possibly be?
What: Arturia does her job pre-event and investigates Floor 23 mid-event. Further prompts to be added as the event progresses to avoid spamming the comm.
Where: Circus Floor and Floor 23.
Warnings: Clowns. Possibly other things that come up.
[A: FLOOR eighty; CIRCUS FLOOR; PRE-EVENT]
Two in the afternoon: Time to go to work. As embarrassing and boring as her assigned 'job' in the Tower was, it gave her something constant to do during the day. Busy as she was between the research, her maps, and training Shirou, it was somehow comforting to know she had somewhere to be during the day. Something she had to work her day around, even if in her mind it was entirely optional.
Now if only the ring leader would stop sounding so disappointed about her performance. What did he wish her to do: dance? Her job was simply to take this too-lacey umbrella from one post to the other on a tightrope, nothing else. For a being like her it was a simple matter, something that took less than a minute. The only reason she stayed longer than that was to ensure no one got too close to the clowns. No need for them to make jump ropes out of the audience's intestines, if they had an audience at all that night.
Anyone wishing to speak with her after her minute on the tightrope would find her patrolling just inside the audience's seating, Caliburn in hand, occasionally glaring at a few clowns who strayed too close.
[B: FLOOR 23; Elevators; EVENT]
There was no better chance to map this particular floor than right now, even if she knew she had to be quick about it. There was much to be done and now that Aria was out in the open. Many opportunities, but that would have to wait until Between knowing what they did about the collar fluid now and the fact the chipped units were making a safe house of sorts for them, it felt like things were about to come to a head. In a way they were, as the residents of the tower were surely about to actively oppose Jason.
What looked like a rip in reality itself in the floor did not bode well in any way. It was not too big, no, but there was definitely something trying to push through and for the life of her Arturia had no idea what. Some part of her was thinking Jason, but no. He would be too busy right now. So what was it in there and was it one of the many things they were supposedly being protected from?
Once she was done with a quick sketch of the floor and a few notes on the tear, she knelt down by it, studying it closer, Caliburn in one hand just in case. For all she knew the tear could give way at any moment and whatever was on the other side intended to tear everyone here into a fine paste. If such a thing happened, she needed to stall it for as long as possible.
But what could it possibly be?
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Had been with her when she chose that name, though Arturia would not voice that particular thought out loud. It was safe for right now to speak about things without fearing the Administrators would hear them. Now that Aria and her group had outed themselves, Arturia could tell people more about what was going on.
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Sephiroth could quite possibly be one of the most hardened in the Tower when it came to thinning his thick shell to let any glimmer of trust have any chance of coming out. Too many times betrayed, too many times humiliated, too many times defeated and that was even before counting the various incidents he had found himself in as a prisoner of the Tower.
Even within the Evil Alliance, trust was by no means unconditional. They all worked for a common goal together, but it has always remained unspoken between those significant enough, that each would be ultimately be out for their own purposes in the end.
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Not without reason, Arturia hated to admit. Things had been tenuous at best before, but she felt the Administrators had a right not to trust them. No matter how you looked at it, the situation with the power cores was their own fault. Something that would hopefully turn out to be the right thing in the long run, but still their own fault.
Yet Aria had done enough things and risked herself for so long Arturia was willing to give her some trust. The girl had done nothing suspicious, even though Arturia did not see her that often.
"But we cannot get anywhere if we do not at least try to trust one another. We are short on allies at the moment and even the population of the Tower itself is divided."
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Sephiroth didn't trust anyone but himself, period. His time in the Tower had continuously reinforced this particular of his personality. All of his excursions below levels have been as part of a group, where on every occasion he has always thought back and wandered if he'd have gotten further on his own. Even when it came to the vandalism of the power cores, it was more of a slight to his extra-personal sense of control; having had such a time limit placed upon him by others, had thrown into contrast how uninformed he was.
The boycott had demonstrated clearly how only an action by one, by himself could be far more powerful than all of them yanking at their chains intermittently - often ill-timed and with most too scared to really stand up. Fear was a control he knew well. Sephiroth remained silent for an extended pause after Arturia's last statement, eyes narrowed slightly before eventually taking a breath and allowing himself to blink to reset his gaze to her face.
"I have been tolerable enough of others. I see no reason to start trusting them."