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towerofanimus2014-02-22 11:17 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-22 11:17 pm
Entry tags:
- [au1] ken amada,
- [au1] luke fon fabre,
- [au3] riku,
- [au6] lord el-melloi ii,
- [au9] claudia hortensia,
- [ou] aleph,
- [ou] america,
- [ou] asch the bloody,
- [ou] capell,
- [ou] david puskás,
- [ou] elena,
- [ou] fon master ion,
- [ou] france,
- [ou] lancer (zero),
- [ou] link (ww),
- [ou] naoya,
- [ou] nesir aeser,
- [ou] patrick dawn,
- [ou] reno,
- [ou] romeo,
- [ou] samwise gamgee,
- [ou] sealand,
- [ou] sephiroth,
- [ou] shion,
- [ou] taiki,
- [ou] urotsuki,
- [ou] v/v,
- [ou] veronica (franken fran),
- [ou] xion,
- [ou] zelda (oot)
Taking the long road home
Characters: Anyone. Everyone.
Setting: The few days after the event, throughout the Tower as you will.
Format: Mingle! Assign your own dates/locations/etc, tag yourself, do as you do.
Summary: Jason's dead. So are a lot of other people. Fallout and picking up the pieces.
Warnings: Discussion of death and cannibalism inevitable.
[Catch-all for events following the Event. Discuss Jason's death and its consequences, come back from the dead, party?, quiver in fear?, take a long, hot bath. Whatever it is you do, do it here.]
Setting: The few days after the event, throughout the Tower as you will.
Format: Mingle! Assign your own dates/locations/etc, tag yourself, do as you do.
Summary: Jason's dead. So are a lot of other people. Fallout and picking up the pieces.
Warnings: Discussion of death and cannibalism inevitable.
[Catch-all for events following the Event. Discuss Jason's death and its consequences, come back from the dead, party?, quiver in fear?, take a long, hot bath. Whatever it is you do, do it here.]
x2 prompt combo - second day after Jasondeath - implication of self-decapitation
[And where it stops, it starts again. This time feels different, this time hurts on top of not being able to move; everything is sore but especially his neck. He keeps feeling that blade in his neck, over and over - but at least that's something to feel, right?
By the time the first twenty minutes of the hour have passed, those sensitive to his fonon frequency and any friendly mindreaders so inclined will be hard-pressed to miss the silent screaming.
Those who come by a little later, after the hour has passed and his body has regained its motion, will find him curled up on the bed, forcing himself to breathe in an even pattern. That pillow of his is getting the life squeezed out of it, and his hair is a mess, stuck to his face with dried sweat.
Someone to talk to would be appreciated, maybe. At least something other than the silence of the room.]
[Later, Floor 77 Mixed Bath/Cafeteria/Elsewhere - Open]
[And then, shakily, it's time to go back to the normal way of things, or at least as normal as they get. That means a trip to the cafeteria - he doesn't bother cooking, for once, just grabs whatever happens to be handy, a few stray strawberries, some rolled-up pancakes. A bottle filled with pink water.
The whole time he's glancing around, feeling like something should have changed, but it didn't. A long soak in the baths doesn't do much to dispel the feeling, but it helps with most everything else - the soreness, the dirt of living in a hospital gown for a paranoid week, the need to glance over his shoulder constantly. A little bit of dried blood that he finds along his neck - a shallow cut, right where the blade first entered his skin under the edge of the collar.
Maybe something did change, after all. It can't be anything good.
Much later, he can be found going through something similar to the usual routine, cooking dinner in the cafeteria and tucked into his usual corner of the library. Whether it's to congratulate or to berate, company is, surprisingly, pretty welcome right now, as long as you aren't calling for anything that requires Asch to expend his very small pool of energy to respond to. If you were hoping for pleasant...
Well, maybe if he likes you, for that weird Asch value of like.]
4-06
... Asch? Are you in there?
[It possesses a strange quality to it, however - an undercurrent of confusion and shock that time has yet to banish. Nothing feels real, nothing has felt real since she felt Arturia's blade slip all too easily through administrative flesh, but the fact that Asch had yet to return the day after is proof enough that what happened was not merely the product of being starved, dehydrated, and exhausted for days on end.]
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Cafeteria
... Need any help?
[Not for free, though.]
I assume this is dinnertime since lunchtime is... yeah
Yeah. I just figured SOME MEAL TIME SOMEWHERE.
IS DINNER. INVOLVING LUNCH FOODS. BECAUSE FUCK RUANA.
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4-06
She'd honestly been scared. Jason was gone. For all they'd known, the people who'd died might never have come back, or come back wrong or twisted. But he was here, and he seemed okay. She hoped he really was, though she wouldn't be able to be sure until he woke up.]
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4-06
I'm sorry
Your punishment is hugs
whoo hugs
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cafeteria
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Library
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Hidden Floor - Day 1-2 Post-Jason [Open]
[He barely has chance to register the gleaming metal surroundings of the hidden floor, once he is brought up here before finally consciousness gives up.
Several hours later, Sephiroth stirs, laid out on once of the benches. His head pounds with the remnants of the modification his body still recalls from the last days in the Labyrinth, reminded of forthwith as the sharp aching all over that wakes him up more when he goes to raise his head in the first attempt at sitting up.
It might be a good idea for someone to advise him against moving too much too soon, not only on account of vertebrae damage but also the notable lacerations that are still healing even if the deeper ones are now mostly closed over; it seems at least he is now regenerating and obviously, to him, this means he should get moving. He doesn't trust this floor at all.]
Day 2
[He remembers this feeling, though it has been a while since Sephiroth has been so utterly consumed by it.
That feeling of sickening realization that he has been used. Again. Resentment repeatedly stabs like a hot knife into the butter of what had been a mostly renewed ego upon the advent of his real powers coming back. It quickly bred into his particular breed of angry hatred, so pointedly directed in the direction of the Tower itself again that all other feelings towards any other resident are made less relevant now.
Less important to him right now, is the fact that hasn't really had chance to sink in yet. Jason is gone, and with him the revival process on which everyone in the Tower has relied on until this point. One would have thought that now, his chipped companion unit would have been called off - but the blank canvas of a unit still lingers not too far away from him, even among others of it's kind.
Sephiroth is at least now walking around the Hidden floor on occasion, though still rests at one of the benches for quite a lot of his time, his aching spine no longer has the weight on it but he's not foolish enough to risk twisting in the wrong way to strain it again. The majority of the superficial trauma he endured is gone, yellowish bruising and fading lines of scarring on arms and torso - though what had been deeper wounds are still wrapped up.
Sooner or later, once he felt strong enough, he would take the short venture back to his Dormitory to sleep the rest of his aches and lethargy away. But for now, he sits at one of the tables, peeling a dressing from around his forearm. The blood has dried brown in spots where it and injury had bled through but it didn't sting any more, didn't feel wet. There is little point to keep dressings on when he doesn't need them anymore.]
Day 1
Good, that meant this vigil wouldn't be a long one. If he was anything like her when she first gained her own sped up regenerative ability, that meant he would think himself ready to get up and likely to strain himself.
Sure enough, he tries to sit up when he wakes and Arturia puts a hand on his shoulder. Not too much pressure, he could easily shrug her off, but her tone is a commanding one:]
Stay down. You need your rest, even if for a little while. You will only keep yourself from healing as fast as you normally would if you push yourself too much.
[If his healing factor worked like hers, anyhow. Arturia could remember times, before taking up her duty as the World's Sword, when she would recover from near fatal injuries in a matter of hours only to be unable to move for days on end because she didn't think to rest and let her body finish healing first.]
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Day 2-Hidden Floor
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around the dorms at any point when people start coming back
But now people are coming back. Even if they're coming back more slowly than normal, and more painfully, everyone is starting to be alive again (though he doesn't think, after getting chewed up and swallowed, that Jason will be, and he's not sure if it's good or bad that he's not sorry at all).
He's doing what he can to help now--anyone might receive a tiny knock on their door. He's carrying pancakes and water and milk, having taken it from the cafeteria earlier, to deliver the food around the dormitories.]
Hey, does anyone want food?
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Still not feeling quite himself and barely paying attention to his surroundings, he almost bumps into America in the hallway. He manages to stop himself before knocking either of them over, blinking down at the small nation.]
Oops, sorry! I-- oh! Hi, America.
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Hidden floor, just after escape
Sam looked around, he still hadn't found Quark or Tetra, the reasons he had gone into the labyrinth in the first place, but he had to hope they had survived. They were tough and he knew others would have looked out for them as well.
He walked around, exhausted from the fight but wanting to check on others.
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Still, he's staring forward at the wall, looking a little grim. That was Ruana, and the way she disposed of Jason—is that also what happened to Dax? The one that people told him was one of the "good guy" admins?
And what was with her suddenly turning into a little girl?
Hearing footsteps behind somewhere behind him, David looks over his shoulder to see Sam checking up on everyone. "Hey, Sam," David calls out to the hobbit. "You get out okay?"
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Three days after Jason's death - room 1-18 and then heading to infirmary
His side was bleeding, but that was the only injury he seemed to have. He got dressed and, keeping one hand pressed to his side, picked up his sword and left his room. His sight and hearing were back to normal. But, and it took a while for him to notice, he couldn't smell anything at all.
He walked slowly down the corridor, heading to the staircase, he needed to get some bandages for his side, and he wanted to check that the others were alright. And to find Sephiroth, he hadn't seen the other man since the fight with Jason and the ending memories were hazy, Capell hadn't really been himself...
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He was dressed in his more recognizable attire now at least, all gleaming shoulder armor and black leather. If there was any hang over of his disability in the Labyrinth, it wasn't discernible outwardly any more; in fact his long silver hair was looking as full of life as only a good wash can deliver.
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[Room 1-08] (Closed to close CR); [Floor 25] (Open)
[He wakes up screaming mentally.]
[He can remember clearly what happened when he tried to attack Jason, and - more disturbingly - when Ryoji revived him. The sickening feeling of his throat being twisted and the sudden snap of his neck.]
[It was so easy to kill him.]
[It takes a while before he can move again. Forty minutes, which to him feels like hours. When he finally does move, he pulls his pillow into his arms, starting to cry a little. The shock of the whole week is starting to get to him. When he pulls his head away, he blinks in surprise at the blood on the pillow, and presses a hand to his forehead. It's bleeding a little.]
[He closes his eyes and tries to ignore it. He's just too wiped and sore right now.]
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[Ken's practicing some of his attacks here again, as usual, but it's pretty clear to anyone involved that his heart really isn't in it today. Eventually, he gives up, and flops back in the grass, picking some blades of grass and tying them into knots.]
[He should go and get something to eat, or maybe go hunting, but he just feels listless and without any real motivation to do anything right now. He wouldn't mind company, should it be a person that's not annoying or aggravating.]
1-08 I had a moment of being like "IS ROMEO CLOSE CR?"
But Ken didn't come back, not that day. Romeo waited, he wasn't the most patient person but he couldn't leave, he didn't want Ken to come back alone, even though he had roommates. So he stayed and when Ken did come back was still sat there at the bottom of his bed.
He wasn't expecting Ken to cry and he moved closer.] Ken it's me.
GEE WHAT DO YOU THINK :(
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floor 25
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Graveyard and around
And he wouldn't have made any difference, he knew that no one would have listened to him, because he was small and because he thought so differently from any of them. Even Enoch who was so kind and just, he hadn't been in the fight but Taiki thought that even he would understand why the others had killed Jason.
But Taiki didn't. He of course knew the reasons, he knew how bad Jason was and what he had done. But deep down he didn't understand at all, deep down he just knew it had been a really bad thing they had done.
He hadn't really wanted to talk to anyone after he saw Jason's death, he had watched, forcing himself even though it had been awful. He had been unconcious when Dax died, and so it had been a shock, an awful thing. He had went to the graveyard and wandered between Gyousou's and Keiki's graves before settling on the latter. Usually it was to his king he ran but even Gyousou would have been with the other people here. He would have agreed Jason had to die, because he had hurt so many others.
Keiki was a kirin, and he would understand why Taiki felt so torn and confused. He felt so different than everyone because he couldn't see this as a victory. It was just one cruel bad lady- and he understood she had been hurt, but it still didn't change that fact, convincing a lot of people to kill for her. And they had.
Usually Taiki didn't see himself as much different than a human, he had lived as a human a lot of his life even though he was a kirin. But now... Now he felt different and he couldn't help but feel that those in the tower were wrong, bad even though most of them were kind.
Zelda was kind... she was always nice to him yet she had been the one to kill Jason, not just try. He cried softly as he tried to make sense of all these things. He had banished Sanshi and Gohran, they were Shirei, demons, they wouldn't understand either...
Graveyard
Revenge is never the answer no matter how much that person deserves it. Carrying out that revenge just turns them into the monsters they are trying so hard to destroy. Never had Diarmuid been less a knight and more a monster than when he had been hunting his own silver-haired monster, after all.
Jason had once accused them of 'learned helplessness' and everyone had fought to prove tooth and nail that he was wrong. Why are they so much more willing to accept 'learned rage' at Ruana's hands? How is being her hounds any better than being his test subjects? Just because she gave them the chance to do something they had wanted to do for so long, doesn't mean it was the right thing to do.
Diarmuid shakes his head and then pauses as the sound of soft crying reaches his ears. His powers have finally almost returned to normal and so it's not hard for him to track the sound even though it is so soft. Only a few seconds later, he finds Taiki. He kneels in front of the boy who he only met a short time ago and rests a hand lightly on his shoulder.
"Taiki...what's wrong?"
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1st day after - Cafeteria then infirmary
The oddest thing though might be that her right sleeve was rolled up, her arm wrapped in medical bandages. Blood stains clearly showing through the white gauze. While Veronica hadn't been the one to lay the final blow on Jason, something she regretted, she still managed to hurt him and get hurt herself. At the least, she managed to get out of that hellhole alive.
But was it worth it? Ruana had basically used them for this, and she had gone along with it. But what other choice did she have? Kill someone else? And Jason deserved it, right?
She didn't want to think about it. It was over, time to move on. She kept making her meal in silence, thoughts keeping her occupied. Later, she'd make another trek, the newest of many, to the infirmary to get new bandages. As it turned out, wounds healed just as slowly here as they did back home.
And then she'll disappear. She'll reappear an hour or so later to resume with the bandages.]
Day 1 - Floor 77, Day 2 - hidden floor; both open (tw: mentions of suicide)
[Normally, a hot spring would relax the knots in Yukiko's back and shoulders, making her feel better. Now? It's helping a tiny bit, but not nearly as much as it normally would.
She sinks down into the water a little more, resting her head on the side of the tub and looking up at the ceiling. It isn't fair that she should still be alive, not with so many others dead. Not after seeing her boyfriend kill himself for a second time in the Tower. Not after fighting Jason like that.
Yukiko can't help but think of the questions she asked Ruana before Arturia had carried her out of the labyrinth: someone forcing her to play 'games' like that, and her trying to make them understand. She had seen that before, but this time, it wasn't a robot. This time, it was a little girl.
That just didn't seem right.]
Day 2: hidden floor
[A day's passed, and while Yukiko doesn't feel like she's slept, she at least laid in bed for a few hours before coming up to the hidden floor. She has some extra supplies from the infirmary with her just in case, but it doesn't look like they're needed.
She's waiting, as it stands, for everyone else to revive. She wants to be there for them, as best she can, even if it doesn't feel like she's able to do a lot.]
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[...Not that he expected anyone would want to eat anything. God knew he didn't so much as want to think about food right now. But just in case, it was there.]
...I have to say- [He spoke partially to himself and partially to Yukiko.] -I'm sure that could have been worse, but I can't begin to imagine how.
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Couple of prompts - immediate aftermath and day after
[Xion is more than willing to take up Aria's offer to rest in the hidden floor. She finds a wall and sits there, curling up. She's got a few obvious injuries and tears - at least one point where an impaled scalpel had to be removed and the area bound off to reduce blood loss until it could be adequately seen to. However Xion isn't paying too much attention to it yet. The look on her face is grim, even upset.
It's over. It's done. Jason is dead. He won't be able to hurt anybody ever again.
So why doesn't she feel better?]
[Graveyard, in front of Yu Narukami's Grave - Day after Jason's Death]
[Seeing Xion at the graveyard isn't a rare sight in and of itself, but rarely anymore does she pause and linger like she does today. She's got friends and family, people who still need her and things to do. But today, she has something important she needs to do. She's sitting in front of Yu's grave, head a little bowed.
Carefully she reaches into a pocket, pulls her hand back out, reaches forward, and drops a shell in front of his grave. Anybody who knows her well enough might recognize it as one of her own, from home.]
We did it. Jason's gone. I wish you'd been here... maybe not to see it but...
[To know. To celebrate. A long road they'd played a key part of was over.]
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Everything else, what he felt about what had just happened, the horror at Ruana, were all pushed to the side for now. He had lots of medical supplies and would of course help anyone who needed it but Xion was who he went to first, checking her for injuries even as he reached out to pull her into a hug.]
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Hidden floor!
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day after; at the grave if that's all right?
Perfectly fine!
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Hidden Floor
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Graveyard!
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Graveyard
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After Shion Thread?
Works for me!
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after a day or two (after revival) - anywhere in the tower
What matters is that it suddenly ended like that. She was promised something. She worked hard for it. So why isn't she getting it? Where's her reward?
Urotsuki is wandering around the tower much like she usually is when she explores, but something seems decidedly off about her. Especially people who know her might be able to pick up on it easily - she's displaying actual emotions, after all. Sometimes she'll stop in the middle of walking, her body shaking with laughter. At other times she might actually be screaming, letting the sound bounce off into the floor she's on.
Ruana owes her something. And she's going to get it. No matter what she has to do. ]
Day 4 after death - See Prompts
[Despite the fact that she had unsuccessfully survived her encounter with Jason while defending Amelia, Rick and Xion, Elena doesn't to terribly regret her death. The three had made it out in one piece and that had mattered most. There was no intention to fight Jason, so to have made it out with the least amount of damage was a success.
It didn't mean she hadn't forgotten the look Amelia had given her when she'd given the order to retreat or the sound of their footsteps as they fled the labyrinth.
Laying on one of the several tables, Elena slowly brought herself upright while frowning, her hand touching her forehead where it hammered. She had come directly to the infirmary after waking to get some basic pain medication. She had ultimately stopped and tested, a wave of dizziness knocking her over. And it hadn't gotten better either. She still had Early signs of a headache despite the rest. When she pulled her hand back and saw the blood that stained it, the frown deepened.]
...Damn.
[She doesn't move, legs dangling off the side of the bed while she takes time checking for further damage, grunting with fingers poked in sore areas. Areas that shouldn't be sore if she has revived correctly. Or maybe Jason had hit her so hard she was feeling it in her new body. Odin only knows.]
[Around the Tower]
[For the most part Elena is cleaned up, blood wiped clean where it had stained her skin. Her steps are slow, walking closely to the wall with a hand pressed against it for balance. Every few yards she comes to a stop, resting. Parts of a deep purple bruise on her thigh is visible beneath the hem of her skirt, stretching down to just above the knee.
She ought to be sitting down and resting. But the last thing she'd seen of Xion and Amelia and Rick were their retreating figures. She had to know if they survived. And she had to find Shion and Reno and make sure they were up to speed on everything that happened.]
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[Waver came across her in the cafeteria, trailed by a girl made entirely of what seemed to be liquid mercury. His voice was a little less harsh than usual, with an audible sound of concern to it.]
Are you alri--no, stupid question. Forget that one. [The magus shook his head, dismissively waving a hand.] Do you need help?
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adlkfha BEST LITTLE NOT!SON
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[Hidden Floor]
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Day Two / Three
[Normally after being revived Wriggle is out of bed as soon as she can move, out to the meadow or to see her insect friends to make herself feel better. This time as soon as she could move the only thing she did was roll over to cough some blood onto the floor and curl back up in bed.
Everything hurt, especially her stomach and the memories of the labyrinth. When she first returned she had been so eager and so positive but now it felt like that had all been too naive of her. She won't be leaving her room today, but anyone is free to visit her]
→Floor 20
[The next day Wriggle is up and about again, although she seems to have lost the ability to fly. It's the cherry on top of what's been an awful week and naturally she's in a foul mood. She doesn't really attempt to cheer herself up as such, but takes out her anger by throwing various things she's collected around the tower such as rocks and books, into the surrounding fog.
She can't help but think that it would be so much more satisfying if she could hear them hit the ground]
floor 20
Why are you throwing books away?
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I meant to tag this a while ago I'm sorry orz (also Room 1-01)
It's fine, I'm always happy with back-tags
Okay good /)~(\
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immediately post-event and onwards, tw: mentions of Ruana's cannibalism, eating disorder-ish?
[Zelda's first conscious thought, as absurd as it is, is that she doesn't remember laying down.
She hadn't lasted long when all was said and done in the labyrinth. Even if Ruana hadn't appeared, even if she hadn't chewed through arms upon arms and organs upon bones until nothing remained right in front of her, even if Zelda herself hadn't been hunted for days as a part of her sick game, the sheer enormity of what she had done would be enough to send her into a state of shock. Add everything else on top of it and, well...
It was a lot to take in all at once in a weakened body, and the world quickly smashed to black the moment she was freed of Ruana's immobilizing hold. Now, slowly, she wakes, unfocused eyes blinking blearily in confusion at a stainless steel ceiling as she lays across a similarly metal bench, none of what she's seeing quite making sense just yet. Her voice is quiet when she speaks, her disorientation obvious in her tone.]
What...?
[What happened?]
Any time afterwards; Sauna, Cafeteria
[Zelda joins those making for the hot springs in the days after, though which bath she picks entirely depends upon which has the fewest number of people in it. After nearly a full week of not being able to clean up or relax in any way, the warm water feels pleasant against her skin and aching muscles. But getting out of that paranoid mindset is going to take time (as it had before, when she had been hunted by an evil king rather than fellow prisoners), and she still flinches and jerks away from any sudden movement or sound even here, in one of the most relaxing places the Tower has to offer.]
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[Later, in the cafeteria, you might be able to find the Princess of Hyrule engaged in a staring contest with a bowl of oatmeal.
She has to eat. She needs to eat. She hasn't eaten a properly filling meal in a week and her stomach is so empty it's almost painful. But the idea of food is so... disgusting after what she witnessed so closely that the mere thought has been enough to make her feel ill, let alone actually trying to keep something down.
But she needs to eat, and thus the notoriously tasteless oatmeal. Maybe it won't make her sick if it's bland enough.]
It is just oatmeal. It is just oatmeal...
[She whispers the (not really all that calming) mantra to herself, slowly picking up the spoon from the bowl. Breathe in, breathe out. The spoon is brought up, level with her mouth. It's just oatmeal. Breathe in, breathe out...
"I don't blame them for hating you--you were always one-dimensional," Ruana's voice, so light and airy, echoes in her mind, and then there's an awful crunch--
Zelda gasps sharply, eyes wide and fixated on the middle distance as the spoon drops back into the bowl with a quiet clatter. The sound snaps her out of her trance, and she looks down to the small mess made by her meal splashing out of its bowl with distress and then silent frustration before pushing it away with one hand and rubbing her face with the other.
Goddesses damn it all, she's going to starve at this rate.]
sauna
[Link's voice is tiny as he approaches the princess at the sauna. Perhaps she would prefer to simply be left alone, but... Gods, she looks awful. Link himself is still shaken from the ordeal, and hadn't Zelda been right in the middle of it all? She'd landed the death blow to Jason, after all...]
May I sit with you?
[The most eloquently phrased question he's ever asked, really.]
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Hidden floor/floor 101
Adrenaline kept him going for a while longer. Long enough to ascertain more people had escaped than he would have thought. Long enough to make his way to a chair and sit down. And that was when he crashed, his head rolling back and his body going limp in the sudden acknowledgment of fatigue.
Lucifel will be angry with me for going, he thinks, an absurd thought to have in the wake of such an experience. But even having realized that, he doesn't particularly care. He's just so tired...
B: Hidden floor, hours/days after escape
After what was quite possibly the worst nap of his life, Enoch has decided to do something a little more productive. He gathers pillows and blankets from unused dorm rooms (though never that fifth-floor room) and brings them to the secret floor, setting them on furniture and in out of the way areas.
After this is done, he can be found in a little "nest" of three pillows and a blanket on the floor, curled up and watching the chipped units work without really seeing them.
C: Floor 101, 2-3 days after escape
The sapling had come to be like Dax's gravestone, to him, and as with the gravestone of someone loved or respected, Enoch found himself talking to it sometimes as he knelt before it.
"We've so little time left...I don't know if we could have done this any faster. I don't know if we've failed already. I don't know..." He looks up at the "sky", the floor of the levels above, and then back at the sapling. "...what did you learn? How did you know? What went through your mind?"
And he folds his arms over his chest and lowers his head. "It will be a year, soon. A year... I hardly knew you, but I miss you all the same."
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Though, the pillow is appreciated and so is -he notices once eyes slit open a fraction- the blanket he seems to have been given. Despite the fact he hasn't noticed when they were put there, or by whom. He supposes it could have been Arturia but she isn't here in this instance.
Lethargic eyes creep along the floor and find the not!pillow-fort. Blinking heavily as he registers Enoch is sat among them. He lowly grunts an acknowledgment; unsure if he might be too dry right now to attempt speaking.]
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B: Hidden floor, a day or two afterward
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Day 2, here and there
Even though he gets out of the bed slowly, he almost can't stand up. He launches into a coughing fit not long after, and wipes away blood…
He's shocked, but he's mainly just hoping no one will notice any bleeding as he heads out of the dorm room and around to some common floors. Eventually, he'll make his way to the media floor and watch some animated films to distract from the overwhelming sense of something wrong.]
Media floor
Are you okay now, Ryoji? I'm sorry, I couldn't stand to watch much.
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let's say around the dorms?
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Room 4-16; Like Dad's not going to notice... (Let me know if this isn't okay!)
sob Ryoji can always hope he won't notice...
*shakes head*
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february 24th-ish | around the tower (mostly dorms, floor 101, and the bottom block) | open
[There is, however, one noticeable difference: today, her movements are pained, actions carried out slowly and gingerly. It's an uncomfortably familiar sensation for her, only made worse by how long it has been since she has experienced it firsthand. Her body aches constantly, and occasionally she will find herself coughing something red and wet into her hands. She tries not to move much, so much of the time, she can be found curled up in the lounges found amongst the lower floors.]
lounge?
[That is why she's tailing Claudia the last few days. She's worried about what she sees. While her partner's health has never been good, this is the worst that she's seen from Claudia since they came to the Tower.]
Claudia...
[She mutters as she sits by Claudia in the lounge.]
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media room; 1/2/3 days after
But either way, he finds that getting lost in video games he barely recognises helps a lot. He doesn't speak to anyone in the room, as he usually might, though he'll smile occasionally at anyone who chooses to sit near by.
Occasionally he might fall asleep while slouched over the sofa, exhausted from constant trouble sleeping at night. In which case he can be found jerking around in his sleep, or else startling awake, looking as if he's about to be attacked.]
1 day after
People who have been in traumatic situations often want their space.]
I'm glad you're okay.
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1 day after; nighttime
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several days, several prompts
[France collapses as soon as he's able. He sits with his legs pulled up to his chest against one of the walls of the hidden room, arms covering his face. Discarded next to him is his rapier, dripping still-fresh blood.
The images he just bore witness to burn themselves into his brain. Jason's true form, twisted and unnatural, head of a plague doctor, but with eyes far too human. One of his teammates with his head sliced half-off, Jason's following suit. The sound of the sword entering his body, the stillness of it all, until Ruana showed up...
He clutches his hair in a white-knuckled grip. The taste of bile is still fresh in his mouth, the sight of Ruana devouring Jason consuming his mind's eye entirely. He sits there muttering to himself about nothing in particular, words in French and English overlapping and ending up muffled and unintelligible as he curls in on himself.]
[Floor 11, one day afterward]
[France sits by the lake and soaks the blade of his rapier. It's such a pretty floor; perhaps if he stays here long enough, the awful memories plaguing him will fade away. The beauty of the lake, the purity, could drain the darkness and the pain and the death out of the blade of his weapon.
...How stupid. As if anything in the Tower is truly pure.
He sits silently, staring at his own reflection in the water. Occasionally, phantoms appear and brush up close to him, but as it's daytime and they're silent, he pays them no mind.
He doesn't seem very interested in moving before dark, though.]
[Cafeteria, several days afterward; cw: dinner menu]
[For the first three days he's able to go back to work in the cafeteria, he skips the dinner service. He has no interest in preparing human hearts, even if nobody has any intention of eating them.
On the fourth day, he wakes up without a sense of taste.
He gets the message and shows up for every meal service after that, though he's no longer the bright and chipper culinary assistant he used to be. He barely spares any diners a glance, and if he does meet someone's eye, the most they'll get is a nod. He doesn't bother to make any custom dishes. It's almost as if he's just another one of the drones.
When he's finished with his service and is allowed to eat, he sits down during breakfast and lunch with plates of food. Though he shoves everything into his face with as much sauce and seasoning as possible, he tastes none of it.
By the end of each meal, he winds up with trays full of crumbs and his head in his hands.]
floor 11
It's on his way down to the cafeteria that sees a familiar lock of blonde hair by the lake, however. He hesitates at the entrance... He doesn't really feel like talking to anyone right now. And he hasn't for most of today. But he should at least make sure the other nation is okay, right?
So, trying and failing not to look about as miserable as France does, he slowly approaches the lake.]
France...?
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Immediate aftermath?
sounds good!
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immediately following Jasondeath, hidden floor - closed to first poster(s?)
[The bleeding is manageable now, if only because the scalpels causing it are still lodged in his side and arm, like a meaty pincushion meeting a particularly ornery porcupine; the hand on the same side was crushed for his attempts to strike back, and now rests awkwardly on his stomach shuddering with raspy, unsteady breathing. It causes him enough discomfort just to prop himself sitting, and those fresh spurts of blood leaking into his already soaked clothing make Rick understandably nervous about just how much is still left in his wireframe body. If his lightheadedness is any indication, not much at all.]
[Rick is, at least, too tired to scream. But in the meanwhile, he worries--enough to keep him focused, something to grasp onto along with his consciousness. Small victories, right?]
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She was bleeding out, but she could manage it if she got her first aid supplies.
The hidden room was where she came through first, just about to leave for her own room until she saw Rick.]
R-rick... o-oh, oh no...
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Infirmary
Recent events had given him too much to think about. The obvious thing that happened was Jason's death. As vile a man as Jason was, Edgeworth was not happy with the fact that he was dead. First, even taking Jason's life was still taking a person's life. Sure, the prosecutor could not think of an alternate punishment but still....
The second was the whole issue with revival. Jason was the one who revived everyone. What would happen now that he was gone? Would death now be permanent.
Edgeworth finished bandaging his own arm and stood up. No matter what happened, he had plenty of things to do.
Including apologising to Franziska for the horrible things he said the other day. Diarmuid too.]</small?
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[Just ad she expected, here he was.]
Brother.
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mind if Reno pops in?
Sure! Sorry this is late.
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february 24, dormitories
[Smacking his lips and rubbing his eyes, the first thing he does as he wakes up is to pet Liath Macha and then Mac An Chuill. He leans his face against Liath Macha's face, closing his eyes and feeling stupid about volunteering for Ruana's game. He had been foolish and greedy, risking his life trying to reclaim the past. Looks like he still hadn't completely gotten past Misaya's death. At the same time, he feels livid about how Ruana manipulated his thoughts. He had honestly thought he would get Misaya back.]
[He needs a place to vent, and it just so happens that Liath Macha hasn't had a good run in a while. He decides to take her out so they can work off their excess energy together.]
[He all but kicks his door open and starts going down the hall toward the stairs.]
February 24, Room 4-16
[Diarmuid finally speaks up when it becomes clear that his brother hasn't realized he's been sitting on the edge of Ryoji's bed watching him and waiting for him to wake up. Now granted, the horse and the dog are good distractions and the very reason he is sitting on his son's bed instead of his own, but...]
I'm not so sure if you should be going out if you are that distracted.
[His expression grows concerned.]
Want to talk about it?
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