towerofanimus | It's a bad time to look like a ghost.

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It's a bad time to look like a ghost.

Characters: Naminé and passersby.
Setting: The lower library.
Format: Starting this way, will match.
Summary: Reaction to the network posts. It's not a good time to look like a ghost when glanced at in passing.
Warnings: None yet besides creepy.

[Naminé is not about to respond to those posts. She can't even quite bring herself to touch the computer again at all, despite the fact that that second message is stuck on repeat. Moving away from the terminal seems to be beyond her at this point, too, or perhaps it's something else that keeps her sitting there in the pale light of the screen, totally still, her eyes wide and her white-knuckled hands gripping the sides of the chair. Dressed in white and with her already light skin blanched, she looks more than a little ghostly when viewed in passing.]

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[The bad memories keep fighting to come back. She and Johan as children, begging their mother not to let go of their hands, merged terrifyingly with the little girl's pleas. She was locked again, in a dark room, in her mind. It couldn't be happening again.

But it was, and she couldn't stop it.

Nina's heart is racing, her chest pounding unpleasantly. Even as the girl's voice and the memories it brought up staged an unwanted assaulted on her mind, she kept trying to make some progress, to uncover why this was happening.

But she can only take so much. Eventually, she has to flee. She feels dizzy and like she's going to faint, but she keeps trying the terminals, desperate and horrified, a woman possessed.

It was no wonder that when she managed to pull away from the terminal and saw Naminé, she gasped loudly and stumbled back.]

Who...?!

Edited 2011-11-26 05:07 (UTC)

[Naminé has managed to keep at least some of her wits about her; she's distracted, with her thoughts and with the message, and she feels ill, feels... something strangely akin to claustrophobia, like even in the large library she is in too small a space, but she has at least enough of her mind under control to realize that she's heard a sound that doesn't belong to the computer terminal. She raises her head just slightly, listening for it again, but her nerves don't allow her to wait long. Chills creep down her spine, and the feeling that she's being watched urges her to move quickly, so she turns suddenly, eyes searching until they land on Nina.]

[Naminé flinches back herself, her eyes still wide. Her throat seems to have betrayed her at the sight of an unexpected companion, so the only sound that comes out of her mouth is a gasp.]

[Okay that looping voice is creepy and unnerving and very very bothersome and Fawkes does not like it. Unfortunately it's rattled him enough that he's not patient enough to try and figure out how to make it stop properly.]

[So he rips the terminal out, smashing it into the floor in a rather...not-encouraging display of fear-fueled fury. Once he's done, he pants a bit, turning toward Naminé as he straightens out.]

I... Apologize for this.

--!!! [Naminé startles very obviously, letting out a surprised noise. Once the terminal's smashed, though, she just stares down at it with wide eyes, then looks back up at him, still seated as though frozen in place. Since she's never actually met him before this, his appearance does not, in conjunction with his actions, make her at all confident that she wants to continue to stay put. She did just experience some very creepy things, after all, and one more possibly dangerous situation would not be at all unexpected.]

[She stiffens a bit when he turns toward her, and then... apologizes? She blinks once, then twice, confusion leaking into her expression. ...There's not really much she can find to say other than,] ...It's okay?

I am glad, then. [He sighs, flexing a hand, and rubbing it a bit with the opposite one.] I regret having to use such measures to stop that... sound, but it needed to be done.

[He looks to the girl again, somehow managing a concerned expression.] Are you unharmed?

[He's considerably more civil than she expected after that, but she's not exactly displeased by that. Perhaps he was just upset. She starts to open her mouth to ask why he needed to smash the computer if it could have just been turned off, but stops. He felt it necessary, for whatever reason that might have been. She's still trying to decide whether to ask or not when she hears his question.] --Yes. I'm not hurt. [But he was rubbing his hand, so it seems reasonable to ask,] Are you?

[Well, that message was unsettling enough once. Having it on repeat could drive a person to do rather untoward things. Like smash a computer.]

[He nods at her answer, then waves off the question with a shake of his head.] I shall be fine - if anything, it will bruise for a short time.

Oh. Good. I'm sorry-- about the bruise. [Not that a bruise was the greatest of his or anyone else's worries, but she definitely wouldn't wish it on anyone.] But... why did you do that? [Looks like curiosity won out.]

You need not apologize - I did so of my own volition. [And there's the question as to why.]

That...voice. I could not take hearing that voice. [Fawkes visibly shudders - something a bit odd for such a large fellow who normally fearlessly charges headfirst into combat with little regard for personal safety.]

[It's definitely strange to see someone so outwardly intimidating shudder like that, and she lowers her eyes to the ground. For a moment, she regards the wreckage of the terminal, although it appears she's thinking of something other than the ruined machine.] ...I know what you mean. She--.... [Naminé just shakes her head, slowly, then squeezes her eyes shut.] It's too terrible to bear. [Her eyes open again, then,] But why destroy the machine when you could have just turned it off?

[Fawkes nods, then looks rather sheepish at Naminé's next question. He sighs, rubbing at his head.] That would have been ideal, but stress causes one to do odd things. That, and they were built for individuals with smaller hands than I.

I... see. [He is rather... large in general. She looks down at her own hands. Huh. She never really thought about how hard it would be to press buttons if her hands were gigantic before, but the thought occurs to her now.] That must make things difficult for you. [More concerning is the next thought that occurs to her.] ...Do you think the people who run the tower will be angry?

... Naminé?

[He's unnerved by the voice and the text too, considering that when something like this happens in the tower, it... can't be good. He's not scared (really), but he sure is a bit alarmed. He was on his way to his room to grab his lance to be on the safe side.]

[Whats with that girl? It looks like she's seen a ghost, or is a ghost. At this point Santana wouldn't be surprised if she was a ghost, stupid tower.]
What's with you?

--! [The sound of her name makes her jump. Distracted though she is by the message on the computer, she's still aware enough to recognize when someone calls her, although she doesn't immediately put a name to the voice. That's probably why when she turns to see who's said her name, it's a rather sudden turn; having someone (something?) malicious sneak up on her at a time like this would not be terribly surprising after all of that mess on the network. When she sees it's him, though, she relaxes - although not all the way.] --Oh! Tavros. [There should probably be a "hello" or something similar added to the end of that, but it fails to appear.]

[Naminé straightens slightly, briefly wondering if she's hearing things, and whether or not that was on the computer or in the room itself. It sounded like the latter, so she turns sharply to see--... some girl she doesn't know? The blonde girl automatically leans back a bit, startled.]

W-- what?

[Romeo has just left Molly, he had been with her when the posts had come up, which was good because they had been scary. He was still very shaken when he was exciting the library and saw the girl there. She looked really upset and he went over to her.]

Miss? Is everything alright? [She was really pale, maybe she was ill?]

You look like you've seen a ghost or something, and since we're in this stupid tower I wouldn't be surprised. What's going on?

[Naminé's aware enough to recognize that she's heard something that wasn't there before, but it takes her a moment to figure out whether it was on the computer or in the room itself. Once she realizes she did, in fact, hear something that wasn't coming from the terminal, she turns suddenly and sharply, eyes wide. She's not ill, although she looks the part, and feels it, too. The fact that she doesn't recognize him doesn't help her become any less disoriented, so her response is a,]

Wh--?!

--Oh...! [She blinks, then shakes her head slightly to clear it. After that she's not quite sure where to start, but settles on,] The messages on the network, with the-- weird noises. Have you seen them?

[she raises an eyebrow] No? I haven't been near a computer all day.

[Romeo realises he scared her takes a careful step back] Sorry miss!

Do you need help? [Because she really does look ill, and scared and Romeo knows he should try and help everbody, even if he is scared himself]

[She's not quite sure whether to suggest this girl have a look at them or tell her not to.] They're... horrible. [Naminé glances at the computer; the second post is still right there. She bites her lip for a moment. Well... it's the other girl's decision.] Do you want to take a look?

[The apology seems to help a little, and she pauses before answering in order to get a better look at him. He's... not exactly intimidating, and doesn't seem to mean her any harm, so she manages to relax at least well enough to belatedly shake her head.] N-- no, I'm alright. You don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. I was just... surprised. [She breathes out a small sigh. Surprised because she was scared, anyway, but that's not his fault.]

[She's already looking when Namine offers, Santana caught her glance to the screen.]

[She pushes her out of the way a bit to get a better look]

What the hell is that about?

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