Is This Home?

[animusmods]

Characters: anyone who got sent "home", anyone going to rescue them
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now

There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...

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[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

"Other than the fact that it'th the sort of thing they would do?" Ψiioniic asked wryly, unaware that he was echoing her own thoughts. "A door appeared in the cafeteria with a sign that just thays 'please rescue them'. I followed SS through, but wherever he ended up, it'th not here. I think they're screwing with uth, trying to break our minds, just like last time."

It made him worried for Suzaku, and especially for Romeo. At least he'd found Naminé, that was something.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Her lips pursed a bit as she thought, the edges of her mouth still downturned. It was like the tower to do something like that. "But...." It had seemed so real. Inescapably, her eyes are drawn to the form of her Somebody, and even though it made her feel ill to even look that direction, now that her mind was a bit clearer, she could (and desperately wanted to) admit to herself that things like that could be faked. The tower had already proved itself capable of illusions. In any other situation, she might have been ashamed of herself for falling for something like that, but at the moment, she was entirely too busy gratefully clinging to the idea that this horrible nightmare might not be real.

Her relief was obvious, but still she drew her eyes away from the motionless form of the other girl. "...You're right." One of her hands released his and swiped at her cheek in an attempt to scrub away the remains of her tears. "You're right, that is something they'd do." She swallowed, trying hard to make herself believe that it was really the case. "Those--...." She cast about for a moment, but couldn't seem to find a suitably unpleasant word to describe the people responsible.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

"Nooksucking assholes?" he offered in an overly helpful tone, trying to bright a little lightness to what was a very heavy discussion. If he could distract her from her pain, maybe it would make it easier for her to believe this wasn't real. "Or how about taintchaffing bulgelickers? That's one of SS's favouriteth, and I've always liked it."

She'd missed some of the tear tracks, so he reached up and wiped them away for her, smiling sadly. "I really don't think it'th real. They made it too easy to get to - and too obviouth. And much too hurtful."

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Naminé nodded with a touch of hesitation, only because she wasn't entirely certain what that first part of his beginning suggestion meant. It could reasonably be presumed, however, that it was something appropriately bad, and assume she did. His efforts to brighten things made the edges of her mouth turn upward; in the beginning, it was an attempt mostly for his sake, but after the second suggestion for what to call their mutual captors, it became a little more genuine, and she let out an almost-laugh. Although she was not one for insulting others, it was hard not to be angry enough to want to in that situation, and due to her lack of experience with 'bad words', it made her feel almost mischievous to even agree with such statements.

She blinked, momentarily surprised when he wiped at her face, but she did not draw away or flinch. Any reflexive inclination to was suppressed in time to avoid being shown - she knew he had no intention of hurting her, and honestly, once she got past how strange it felt, it was not at all unpleasant. She urged her smile wider to let him know she appreciated the gesture. "...And it's too easy to for something like this to be faked." She exhaled slowly, looking his direction as she thought. "They've already proven how well they can manipulate us, and even our thoughts. ...I learned a long time ago that the people left behind when we were taken to the tower were too important to give up on, no matter what the letters said. It's still true. I should have suspected it was the tower right away, I just--... I'm sorry, Ψiioniic, for-- acting like that."