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Entry tags:
- [au1] asako minegishi,
- [au1] edward richtofen,
- [au2] dave strider,
- [au2] john egbert,
- [au6] terra,
- [ou] feferi peixes,
- [ou] fon master ion (original),
- [ou] france,
- [ou] ganondorf dragmire,
- [ou] kariya matou,
- [ou] kazuma kuwabara,
- [ou] patrick dawn,
- [ou] riku replica,
- [ou] ryoji mochizuki,
- [ou] shion,
- [ou] xion,
- [ou] yu narukami,
- [ou] yukiko amagi
[ANON TEXT] ON COWARDS AND COLLARS
Open your eyes, Tower.
Collar checks are back on.
I was told once that these checks are important to ensure our survival here; this belief is clearly flawed. Or if it ever were a fragment of the truth, how can that notion even be justified now when we are all now so painfully aware of the true nature of our existence here. Shouldn't we now all be feeling the adverse effects having not had our liquid changed in over a month?
This liquid is at least part of the integrity of this many-layered prison we reside in. It strengthens the bars of our cages, twists our wills into obedience. Our souls, cores, spirits - whatever you would call them, we are powerful enough to be a threat to them! But currently, we can be only as powerful as they allow us to be. Only ever as "free" as to whatever-extent the nerve of whichever admin feels that we deserve.
Yet still here we are, all lined up neatly at the Infirmary like cattle to a bi-weekly slaughter. You hear your color announced and like the mindless drones they would have of us you follow without question.
It's a part of Tower-life.
It's disgusting to think that you all still think this is a necessary requirement, that it is somehow justified! Or perhaps you have given up already. Well, you might as well go down there and offer yourselves to her, surrender all that you have left to the Tower of Animus.
A stone in an ocean will only ripple the water, so will a few pebbles. A landslide may flood the land, but a big enough chunk of rock can obliterate everything.
Next time, ignore the announcement. Avoid the 2nd Floor. They cannot force us all. The clock is ticking.
[OOC: Signups for the MASS COLLAR BOYCOTT are here and run until the day prior til your next characters collar check.]
Collar checks are back on.
I was told once that these checks are important to ensure our survival here; this belief is clearly flawed. Or if it ever were a fragment of the truth, how can that notion even be justified now when we are all now so painfully aware of the true nature of our existence here. Shouldn't we now all be feeling the adverse effects having not had our liquid changed in over a month?
This liquid is at least part of the integrity of this many-layered prison we reside in. It strengthens the bars of our cages, twists our wills into obedience. Our souls, cores, spirits - whatever you would call them, we are powerful enough to be a threat to them! But currently, we can be only as powerful as they allow us to be. Only ever as "free" as to whatever-extent the nerve of whichever admin feels that we deserve.
Yet still here we are, all lined up neatly at the Infirmary like cattle to a bi-weekly slaughter. You hear your color announced and like the mindless drones they would have of us you follow without question.
It's a part of Tower-life.
It's disgusting to think that you all still think this is a necessary requirement, that it is somehow justified! Or perhaps you have given up already. Well, you might as well go down there and offer yourselves to her, surrender all that you have left to the Tower of Animus.
A stone in an ocean will only ripple the water, so will a few pebbles. A landslide may flood the land, but a big enough chunk of rock can obliterate everything.
Next time, ignore the announcement. Avoid the 2nd Floor. They cannot force us all. The clock is ticking.
[OOC: Signups for the MASS COLLAR BOYCOTT are here and run until the day prior til your next characters collar check.]
anon text;
But with his coding and powers, he can't exactly say he's willing to risk how many people's blood would (literally) be on his hands.]
Thanks for explaining further. I normally don't go on time as it is, but
[The text ends there.]
anon text;
text; anon | private
Even if it's only heeded by me, it won't stop a large group of people from acting regardless.
[tch.]
Some are just too blind until someone they care about gets hurt or threatened. ...and I'm tired of causing that.
text; anon | private
[... whoever you are, anon, he just flinched. That... hit him kind of close.] ... I think I can understand that feeling.
[Only all too well.]
text; anon | private
Don't get me started on who's in charge next month. [Because if he could, he would grasp that guy's throat his hand and drain until there was nothing left-
'No. No, Ira. Stop that.']
...Can you?
[Because he sometimes doubts that anyone ever will understand.]
text; anon | private
[He takes a moment to figure out what to say. In the end, he decides to keep things simple.] To some degree. It's been a while since it happened, but I've hurt others just to give a needed wake-up call. I'm not fond of causing such pain.
text; anon | private
[...Okay ow. Ow.] I don't mind causing others pain, but only to those who hurt my friends.
[AND OF THE MOST PAINFULLY HARD THINGS TO SAY...]
anon; text | private
[... and now he thinks he can narrow down who this is to a few groups of people. Only hero types like himself would speak like this.
Hm... how to narrow it down further...
... it's a gamble; only a few people would know this particular phrase.] Now that, I understand fully. Protect the things that matter, right?
anon; text | private 1/2
[Though at the next part, Ira can't help but pause and reread the last text a few times before even contemplating a response. First of all, he thought he just imagined the text. The second time he read it, he could have sworn it was familiar - bit that was just a lie, right - like most of his memories? The third time, however...
There's a faint buzzing noise in his head that suddenly grows a little louder - something he got used to waiting out by placing his head in his hands until it subsided.]
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W-wha-?
[ S̲̙͔̯̱̱̖͔̣̣͙ͮ̽ͮ̈̋̀̏̈́̃̑̎ͮ͜͞t̂̿͑̇͢͞͏̶͍̘͙̜̻̤͓ͅr̨̠͚̥̼̞͎̮͚̣͇̼͔̻͈͖͖͉͌ͭ͂͗ͯͦ́̕͜ͅe̘͙̤̫͇̩̲̯̤͓̤͛̐ͧ̊̄̃̈ͫͭ̔͋̍̀ͪͩ̏͐͒̀̚͢͞͞͞n͗̌̐͑̿͋͋̀̊̐͒͋͏̷̛̳̹̠͉͖̦̣̤̤̩͇̟͉̣̩͞͞g̰̣͎͍̠͕ͦ̈́ͯ͗̃̀́t̢̡̳̪͔̘̻͈̳͉͕͇̹̏̇ͩ̂̓̈̆ĥ̃̅ͦ̒̑ͨ̑ͬ̐ͦ̒̓̍͏̛͓̠̗̟̭̖̯͚̳̻̠͠͞ ̢̬̖͕̖̹͚͇̱̒͗̋͑̆ͫ͌̉͢͠f̴̨̨̦͎̤̮̳͚̄ͯ̏̓͛̏ͣ̊ͪ̑̇̆͡͝o̷̬̫̞̼̊ͮͮ̌̇͆͗̉͛̆́̚͟r̢̡̛̫̯͙͇ͪͤ͂̐̐͌̈́̏͂̉̀ͧ̔͑́͟ ̸̨̖̖̞͕̮͓̦̜̝͕͎͗͂̑̊́͢͠ẉ̲̥̱͖̫̪̜͆ͣ̑ͦ̇̃͌̎ͣ̈͜͞ͅͅh̷̴̥͈̪͙̲̺̹̝̜͙̣͔̯͖̘̙́̍̑ͮ͜a̞̜̘͎͔̹̬̣̯͚̲͋ͤ͛̾ͫ̆̄́ṱ̶̴̨̨̯̬̹̤̥͇͍̼̖͔͚̦̤͎̠̦ͮͬ̀͑͛͂͑͞?̨͓͎̜̰̳̺̺̟̰͈̘͍̋ͥ͋ͧ̌̃̏̇ͦ͆͗̍̂ͣ͂͟ ]
[ T͎͍̯̠͔̗̥̮̘ͯ̾́̚̕ö̻͔̥̩̣̮ͩ̿͐ͯ̒ ̷̰̤̣̱̳ͨ͐͊ͫ̄̒̀͘p͔̺̮͆̇ͩͦ̆̆͛̉̀͞͞r͗̃ͩ̌̕͏̣̣̣̦o̶̪̜͕͍̣͎̳̲̖̔͛̽ͪ̕t̝̞̩ͮ̆̌͘e̡̛͓̪̟̪̓ͩ̌̓c̼̲͈̝̱͚̺̤̓ͦͥ̅ͅtͩ̎͑͛̽͒͑̿͏̛̹͉ ̸̗̗̝̾ͯ̒̐̈ẗ̗̬̥̼̼̙̑̈̽̓͜ͅh̵̫̹̰͕̺͇ͣ̈́̐̊̀ẽ̺̲̅͑ͫ̽͑͐ ̶̫̻̤͆̂̎͒̐ͅt̵̩̙̄̽̒̎ͅh͂ͯ̇͂̑͂͆҉̸̮̟̲͇͚̭ĭ̈́͏̥̜͕n̫͇̞͍͍ͨ̌̊̇̋́̈́ͫ͗̕ͅgͯ̆͒ͤͣ̿ͤ͏͙͎͇̭͕̝͉ͅs̢̢̛̺̠̥̖͎̘̬͖͕̰̙̥̪̪̣̒́̈ͫ͗͊̅ͭ̈́͋̈́͘͟͞ͅt͕̜̠͚̞͕̰̹̣̪̫͕͊̅̓͛ͤ̕͡ͅh͑͑̄́ͪ͛ͧ̄ͬ̃̌̄ͭ̉̄ͮͤ́͘͏̳̗̹͔͎̜͇͞ă̢̰͈̭͙͎ͭ̍̽͒̊ͪ̐̓̃͛̓͛̀͝ͅt̨͖͚̩͉̲͚͔͓̓̀͗ͮ̐̇̑͌̄ͩͧ́ ̨̝̼̙̳̬̯̖̩̩̰̞ͣͫͬ̐͆̉ͨ̏̄ͮ̓̓̑͐̒̇̚̚̕͜͠͞m̋ͬ͊͛͂ͥͧͫͣ͌̚҉̢͚̦̰͓͈͍̝̤͖͓̮̟a̧̤͚͈̺͍̙ͨ̉̅̐̅ͪͤ͗̒̒̄̓͊ͤ̚̚͜ͅt̎̽ͤ́̌͡҉̢̳̲̣̺͉̫͕͚̫̩͚̳̻ṭ̢̣̬͙̣̪̜̖̪͓̟ͩͦ̎̇̐̂̋̀̀́e̴̢̢͖̮͇͈͕̫̜̺ͨ̿̀ͨ͌̅͜r̨̘͖͍̻͕̯͕̥̩̿ͧͭ͋ͭ̽̇ͦ͘ͅ.̸͇̤̪͈̭̱͚̹̹̹͇̩̜̞͔̝̺̜̌̂͆͛̅͊͆͋̆̈̿̒ͨ͗̐ͧ́ Y͎̲̘̼͙͈̭̓ͧ̈́ͨ̑̃̐ỏ͖͉͙ụ̧͙̬̤̬̖̃ ̜̂͂k̍n̩̻̄̏o̶̻̱̣̫̓̅w̮̣̲̪͓̹ͨ̔ͧ̄̚,̝͍͎̺͓͎͆̐ ̛̳͇͍l̫͈͓̖̬ͬ͡i̡̻̬̱͚̗̱̻̤̯̬͍͊ͧ̐ͫͯ̾̃̆ͫ̈́̏̂͋ͨ̂̓̂́͢͢͜k̵̸̡̢͙̘̙̯̜̰̩̘̩͚͓̙̣̋ͦ̍̎̊͛͒ͤ͛͋ͣͩ͟ͅͅͅͅͅe̱̖̩̟̲ͨ̅ͭͨ͌ͦ̍̀͢͟͢͞ ͇̱̟̠̟̯̻̱̄̏ͦ͗ͬ̍͛͛̋̂̽̚͘͠m̧̨͇̜͈̳͚̮͇̳̹ͤͪͯͤ̃̂͊y̶̜̟͔̻͛ͩ̂̋͒ͥͤ͞ͅ ̽̆̅̔̏͂̚҉̨̞̥̭̼̹̮͓̹͍̮̥̥͕͞ͅf̧̆͆͊̏̅̏ͩ̒̃̌̐̓̒ͫ̑̃̅̀̚̚҉̴̘̱̰̬̘͔̳̩͈̰̮̣͉̟̩̹͈͟r̜̳̖͈̈̍̉̋̎̀͡i͇̝̱̩̗̰͖͂̿ͧ̊ͥ͗͌͜e̸͚͍̙̖͗͐͊̍̚̚͢-̷̰̖̲͍̉ͨ̾ͣ̑ͣ͡ ]
[-like my friends. Wait, was that-?]
video; private
Congrats, Terra. It is now down to four people and only two of them are still this young.]
You're... that guy, aren't you. The one that he promised not to talk about.
video; private
A small smile appears on his face, and he shifts the feed over to video, glad that this is still a private feed.] I'm not surprised you remember. It's Terra, for future reference.
[A pause, and... that smile has become a smirk. Given the apparent age of the Riku on the feed...] So... who am I talking to? Ira, or the 'delusional other one'?
video; private
[Yeah, memorizing it. Still getting over the headache but memorizing it.]
The one who still plays a "bad guy." [He rolls his eyes.]
... Meet me on the 81st floor. [Yeah he doesn't like staying on the network long... Too little few places where the terminals are and what is keeping his cover.]
video; private
[Someone has some explaining to do.]