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towerofanimus2014-03-09 11:24 pm
sarcasmancer) wrote in towerofanimus2014-03-09 11:24 pm
4. Kindness
Characters: Jade Curtiss and you! Plus a locked prompt to Fon Master Ion.
Setting: Floor 48 (graveyard), Floor Eighty-Eight (bar), Room 1-16 (Locked to Ion), early in the month.
Format: Tag in the format you like and I'll match it.
Summary: Backdated towards the beginning of the month. I meant to post this before but I have been ridic busy oh my god so many tags I haven't tagged back on I'M SORRY GUYS. Jade checks the monthly list of people who have "gone home" and finds two he knows well. A couple of open prompts, plus Jade checking up on Ion to make sure he's OK in light of this news.
Warnings: It's Jade and the topic of death and loss. Intense morbidity is sure to follow at some point, though that will be after a lot of cheerful evasiveness. For now, though, nothing in particular.
==F48/Graveyard==
It isn't the first time that Jade has visited the grave of someone he knows. It isn't even the first time since he arrived at the Tower. Given the nature of the place, it doesn't shock or surprise or even sadden him, though that's largely due to his own... shall we say, eccentricities. It's because of those eccentricities that when he realized early in the month that Tear and Anise were nowhere to be found that his first thought was to come here, so there's no way it could take him aback.
It does, however, disappoint him.
Jade had gone to a lot of effort of looking out for Tear while she had regained her true powers, and he had gone to a lot of effort having a talk with Anise in regards to Ion. No--it's more than that, of course, and he knows it. But here their names are, side by side, neatly informing the world at large that they are no longer here, regardless of any effort any of the concern parties had taken.
The red-eyed man considers the headstones for several moments. Then he adjusts his glasses, the reflected glare briefly hiding his eyes from view, and turns to walk away.
==F88/Bar==
There's something inherently wrong about a bar that doesn't have any alcohol most of the time, but it has the kind of atmosphere Jade would prefer at this point in time. The tumbler in his hand clinks with ice, though what would be a good scotch on the rocks is merely ice water. He takes a sip from it regardless, considering the smoky air in solitude.
A solitude that is likely to be broken at any moment, but one takes what one can get when one can.
==R1-16/Locked to Ion==
Gloved knuckles wrap on the door to dorm room 1-16. Room assignments had been reshuffled, but since he and Ion were both on this floor, Jade doubted that he would have been moved to. He waits patiently for someone to answer the door, and once he sees the green-haired replica, he offers him a smile and holds up a bag. It smells wonderful; inside are freshly-made curry donuts.
Well. Really they're just nutrition bars that are under the illusion of having been cooked into curry donuts, but again, one takes what one can get. Curry is a specialty of Jade's, too, so long as you like your curry spicy. Fortunately, they've been adjusted to whatever Ion's preference level is.
It's awfully nice of him, so of course he can't be straightforward about it.
"I made too many for myself, so I thought I'd stop by to share," he explains, which is technically the truth--just not the whole truth, that he made too many for himself because he was actually making enough for himself and Ion. "May I come in?"
Setting: Floor 48 (graveyard), Floor Eighty-Eight (bar), Room 1-16 (Locked to Ion), early in the month.
Format: Tag in the format you like and I'll match it.
Summary: Backdated towards the beginning of the month. I meant to post this before but I have been ridic busy oh my god so many tags I haven't tagged back on I'M SORRY GUYS. Jade checks the monthly list of people who have "gone home" and finds two he knows well. A couple of open prompts, plus Jade checking up on Ion to make sure he's OK in light of this news.
Warnings: It's Jade and the topic of death and loss. Intense morbidity is sure to follow at some point, though that will be after a lot of cheerful evasiveness. For now, though, nothing in particular.
==F48/Graveyard==
It isn't the first time that Jade has visited the grave of someone he knows. It isn't even the first time since he arrived at the Tower. Given the nature of the place, it doesn't shock or surprise or even sadden him, though that's largely due to his own... shall we say, eccentricities. It's because of those eccentricities that when he realized early in the month that Tear and Anise were nowhere to be found that his first thought was to come here, so there's no way it could take him aback.
It does, however, disappoint him.
Jade had gone to a lot of effort of looking out for Tear while she had regained her true powers, and he had gone to a lot of effort having a talk with Anise in regards to Ion. No--it's more than that, of course, and he knows it. But here their names are, side by side, neatly informing the world at large that they are no longer here, regardless of any effort any of the concern parties had taken.
The red-eyed man considers the headstones for several moments. Then he adjusts his glasses, the reflected glare briefly hiding his eyes from view, and turns to walk away.
==F88/Bar==
There's something inherently wrong about a bar that doesn't have any alcohol most of the time, but it has the kind of atmosphere Jade would prefer at this point in time. The tumbler in his hand clinks with ice, though what would be a good scotch on the rocks is merely ice water. He takes a sip from it regardless, considering the smoky air in solitude.
A solitude that is likely to be broken at any moment, but one takes what one can get when one can.
==R1-16/Locked to Ion==
Gloved knuckles wrap on the door to dorm room 1-16. Room assignments had been reshuffled, but since he and Ion were both on this floor, Jade doubted that he would have been moved to. He waits patiently for someone to answer the door, and once he sees the green-haired replica, he offers him a smile and holds up a bag. It smells wonderful; inside are freshly-made curry donuts.
Well. Really they're just nutrition bars that are under the illusion of having been cooked into curry donuts, but again, one takes what one can get. Curry is a specialty of Jade's, too, so long as you like your curry spicy. Fortunately, they've been adjusted to whatever Ion's preference level is.
It's awfully nice of him, so of course he can't be straightforward about it.
"I made too many for myself, so I thought I'd stop by to share," he explains, which is technically the truth--just not the whole truth, that he made too many for himself because he was actually making enough for himself and Ion. "May I come in?"
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Of course.
[Diarmuid takes a moment to gather his thoughts so he is sure not to forget anything.]
Obviously, it is taking longer for people to return now. Two days instead of one seems to be about the average. That isn't the bad part. The bad part is that instead of returning fully healed after death, people are coming back with serious, even life-threatening injuries. Aside from still having cuts and bruises, when my son returned, he was bleeding internally, and I suspect he might have even had a broken bone or two. Fortunately, I was able to call Waver to help. He isn't the best healer, but it was enough to stabilize him. Afterward, Ryoji went to his friend Yukiko and she is a very talented healer. She would have taken care of the rest.
Not everyone is so lucky, though. I fear for those who might return only to die again because they have no one to aid them...
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Jade listens to Diarmuid's account with a frown.]
I see... That's alarming. It's as you say; in the worst-case scenario, one may be caught in a recurrent death loop. We only have so many healers in the Tower, too.
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[Diarmuid's eyes grow distant as he thinks back to his owe experience during his last death. Remembering it makes him shiver.]
For all we know, those effects might become permanent much more quickly now and losing memories is nothing to mess around with. Not when they are a big part of who we are.
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Indeed. If you don't have any memories of the past, can you really be said to be 'you'?
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[Diarmuid's expression sours and he takes a long drink from his glass of wine.]
That is why, when we return to the Throne of Heroes and are merged again with the original, our memories are erased. We can't 'taint' the original then...
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...I see.
[He swirls the remainder of his wine contemplatively. Despite how the Tower has no doubt brought him no end of unpleasant experiences, it's apparent to him that Diarmuid does not relish the prospect of his memories being erased. It's probably the principle of the matter, but even so...]
I'm truly sorry to hear that. I can see the logic in it, but I doubt that brings you any solace.
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[Especially since he knows just how corrupted the Grail is. No happiness can be found from it and he is happy with Waver. Why would he wish to give that happiness up for the illusion of happiness the Grail holds?]
I suppose there is a certain logic to it, but it is not fair to the person who has been given life. I can't help but wonder how many heroes would still fight if they knew they would not get to remember getting the wish they fought so hard for...
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[Jade takes another sip. He doesn't know the details of the Grail and its associated wars, having never asked, but he doesn't need to to see the broad strokes Diarmuid is painting.]
...but many humans wouldn't be satisfied with a wish that selfless.
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[Diarmuid thinks back to his own wish. Even as selfless as he is, that wish had been all about him and what he felt he needed to do. Now, it didn't actually require the Grail, but that doesn't change that it was selfish in the end.]
But, we have gotten somewhat off topic and I apologize for that. Even if the alcohol doesn't really bother me, it seems I have a tendency to ramble when I drink...
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The thing about "heroes" is that they, too, are human.
Unless of course they're another race entirely, but at that point we're just nitpicking.
[He shrugs then.]
It's fine. Conversations have a natural tendency to meander. Had I not been all right with that, I would have monitored it more strictly.
Besides which, I'd also spoken with Asch about the new resurrection process, so you more filled in the gaps than anything else.
[NOW he tells him.]
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Oh yes, I know they are. Flawed humans at that. Someone...
[Oh geez, can't guess who that is...Waver...]
...has been working very hard to get that through my head. The best heroes are most like those who they protect because that is the only way they can understand them. I guess it only makes sense their wishes are selfish then...
[Diarmuid shrugs.]
You have talked to others about it as well? Did they have any information I do not have by any chance?