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towerofanimus2014-02-07 02:54 pm
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I was left to my own devices; many days fell away with nothing to show
Characters: Elena and YOU
Setting: February 7th – Various Locations [See Prompts]
Format: Action but will match yours
Summary: Elena is running a few errands and meeting up with Dia to discuss a sensitive situation.
Warning: Possible language, who knows?
[Floor 19 | Research Library | Early morning]
[Despite the few bits and pieces of information that Elena has been able to understand and align to their current situation, she’s not been making much progress with the books she’s been working her way through. It was frustrating, the technical details of each of the books extensive and surpassing her own levels of education and training. But, despite the long hours reading and attempting to find something that could be utilized to better their situation, she wasn’t even close to giving up.
Down in the research library, Elena has started a new collection of various books, building a small pile at the end of an empty table. Standing between a pair of bookshelves, she’s holding one massively large book in her arms, head downturned to read through the finely printed text. The only sound that comes from where she’s standing is the shifting of paper as each page is slowly turned.]
[Floor 22 | Art Gallery | Closed to Diarmuid | Noon]
[It wasn’t easy finding Diarmuid’s room, taking her nearly half an hour scouring the numerous levels until she finally found it. The folded note she’d written him was tucked beneath the door for him to find later, the instructions easy enough to understand.
Dia, Need to talk to you. 22nd Floor @ noon - Elena
[And so, after completing her quick stop to the research library, Elena makes her way to the art gallery. It’d been some time since she’s been there, chased out by horrifying paintings of Gaia and Northern Cavern. So she’s not going too far into the gallery, instead staying close to the doorway in case she’d in need of a hasty retreat.]
[Floor 14 | Media Room | Dusk]
[Music can be heard coming from this floor, various melodies can be hear, the volume low to sooth the figure inside listening to it. Seated quietly in a chair to herself is Elena, her left hand resting in her lap and her right upright, elbow on the arm of her chair. Fingers curl into a loose fist and support her chin as she listens, looking almost as if she were asleep. Be careful in your approach, though, Elena is very much awake and beneath her recently acquired leather coat - carefully crafted by a particular red-head - is her firearm.]
Setting: February 7th – Various Locations [See Prompts]
Format: Action but will match yours
Summary: Elena is running a few errands and meeting up with Dia to discuss a sensitive situation.
Warning: Possible language, who knows?
[Floor 19 | Research Library | Early morning]
[Despite the few bits and pieces of information that Elena has been able to understand and align to their current situation, she’s not been making much progress with the books she’s been working her way through. It was frustrating, the technical details of each of the books extensive and surpassing her own levels of education and training. But, despite the long hours reading and attempting to find something that could be utilized to better their situation, she wasn’t even close to giving up.
Down in the research library, Elena has started a new collection of various books, building a small pile at the end of an empty table. Standing between a pair of bookshelves, she’s holding one massively large book in her arms, head downturned to read through the finely printed text. The only sound that comes from where she’s standing is the shifting of paper as each page is slowly turned.]
[Floor 22 | Art Gallery | Closed to Diarmuid | Noon]
[It wasn’t easy finding Diarmuid’s room, taking her nearly half an hour scouring the numerous levels until she finally found it. The folded note she’d written him was tucked beneath the door for him to find later, the instructions easy enough to understand.
Dia, Need to talk to you. 22nd Floor @ noon - Elena
[And so, after completing her quick stop to the research library, Elena makes her way to the art gallery. It’d been some time since she’s been there, chased out by horrifying paintings of Gaia and Northern Cavern. So she’s not going too far into the gallery, instead staying close to the doorway in case she’d in need of a hasty retreat.]
[Floor 14 | Media Room | Dusk]
[Music can be heard coming from this floor, various melodies can be hear, the volume low to sooth the figure inside listening to it. Seated quietly in a chair to herself is Elena, her left hand resting in her lap and her right upright, elbow on the arm of her chair. Fingers curl into a loose fist and support her chin as she listens, looking almost as if she were asleep. Be careful in your approach, though, Elena is very much awake and beneath her recently acquired leather coat - carefully crafted by a particular red-head - is her firearm.]
no subject
And for a moment Elena is ready to return to her research, what with Sephiroth turning his back and leaving her to her work. That is, until he's back, all thunder and noise and what she could only assume was anger. And lost patience. Which was surprisingly new, given her interactions with him. Sure, she goaded him at times but this had not been one of them. And to see him so...uncharacteristically upset.]
Identity is only lost when the newly added group or society truly dominates the self. Unlike you, I have accepted the concept of the Tower as being the place where the new society exists, adapting to the boundaries and behaviors of it while retaining true to myself.
But you... [Struggle. Fight against it with every fibre of his being. Even at the risk of his own sense of self and sanity.] You haven't. For whatever belief you have, you've not. And look at you.
[The last sentence is more muttered than spoken, void of any sort of condescension that it might have deserved. If anything, there might have been a ghost of concern hinted in those words. That the Tower's greatest asset was starting to crack and there were few - two people really, including herself - who might have even entertained the idea of actually helping him.
She doesn't interrupt him any further, instead listening to every word. Absorbing the message, memorizing it for later analysis. Its only after he's turned and walked off, halfway between her and the door that she speaks, hands lifting one of the books off the table.]
Its only a matter of time before your words ring true, Sephiroth. That is the nature of this place But Odin knows that one day you might actually need the help that you've turned away. You may want to start thinking about what you'll do then when you find yourself truly alone.
[Whether it was to put the final close to conversation so he could leave or to give her a chance to go and think, Elena turns her attention to the book in her arms. Turning a page as she heads back to the aisle, she's 90% sure this book was going to have to go back on the shelf.]
no subject
He strode away, each measured footfall putting himself at more than a distance physically from Elena. He was retreating back into the only existence he has ever known, that he has always been alone and for forever be that way. She was wrong, so very wrong, and this might as well be another game to test at his identity.
He could not conform.
Doing so would be to forsake everything that he had left.
The line between reality in the Tower and games being played was starting to thin between them dangerously.
At the doorway back onto the stairwell he turned to glance back over his shoulder. He held his unblinking gaze on Elena for longer than could have been comfortable, as if to process her final words to him. Only when she moved out of eyesight did he shake his head sternly and finally leave.]