animus_network | [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.]

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[Okay, despite no one being around to see it, he shudders.] I pray that the latter is not the case. Such of a level of apathy is terrifying.

[He nods at what he reads, and then remembers that this is text only. And that he and this conversation partner are both anonymous.

Welp.] As severe as the consequences of those were, we can't say nothing was accomplished. The truth of our situation was made known; however unpleasant it is, it is vastly preferred to remaining in not-so-blissful ignorance.

[At least the wireframe bodies explained how it was so easy to fix someone after they had died.]

That it is.

And that's exactly what I like to hear.

[Well, not so anonymous, anymore. Whoever it is, at least they know how to make filters.]

Ignorance never is blissful, no longer how ugly truth can be. The "one year left" issue that the original poster mentioned isn't anything new for some of us, and at least we aren't left without some hope.

[It's only a matter of time before the research Dax left behind for them is decoded, after all.]

[... well. For someone that speaks an awful lot like someone from his own universe, that caught him a touch off-guard.

But the addition of a privacy filter has him sighing quietly with relief at the console he's sitting at. He can not only drop the act, he can actually let on who he is.] I've always preferred the harshest truths over the kindest lies. Lies and deceptions have only ever gotten me into more trouble than they're worth.

[Waaaay more trouble than they're worth.] Yeah... better to have even a small glimmer of hope than none. Hope's a powerful thing.

[Like most Keyderps, this one's speaking from experience.]

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[Two worlds, one family~ i mean uh Yu blinks at the sudden change of text style when that happened. Though the whole 'truth-seeking' kinship was familiar to that of his own world (though really, it's a universal trait).

What stood out the most, to him, was the last sentence: Hope's a powerful thing.

The person he thought of before would never say that.]

Thank the gods above; it's not Xehanort...

[He sighs with relief before continuing to type.]

I can agree with you on that. Lies, after all, nearly destroyed my universe before this place did.

Hope is the strongest power any of us have. Despair and emptiness can cripple, but hope is our salvation.

At least it was in my world.

[A couple of rows back in the library, there's a certain someone that heard that particular statement... and has to hold back the laughter that wants to come out.] Didn't think I was that convincing...

[And then he types back, while laughing quietly to himself.] They almost did the same in mine. It was more 'misinformation' and 'not communicating' for my home, but we were lead in enough circles that we didn't put together everything until it was too late.

[He shudders, thinking about the results of that.] It's the same in my world.

[He knows what it's like, to lose yourself to emptiness and despair.]

And this is why I became a junior detective.

[Yeah, best not to ask. Though after a snicker (okay, he smirked a little bit), he turns around to look for the sound of the voice to see if he could figure out the source.

Well, he had a hunch, but he'd at least say one more thing aloud:] He has a very specific speech pattern.

[Hope is not in the old coot's vocabulary, though.]

[Okay. He can't hold back the laughing anymore, though he can keep it quiet enough to not draw too much attention ~~they're in a library, after all~~.

... well. Looking for the source of that voice, now. The Xehanort comment could've been a fluke, but another vocal reply, and to what he had muttered?

Nope. No longer a fluke.] Imitating or mocking him is easy when you've known the bastard as long as I have.

[This is officially off the network now, isn't it?]

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[Hey if they want them to be quiet, they can send them to the cathedral he hates so much.]

I'll take your word for it.

[Oh. There he was. ...Wait.]

Didn't we make pumpkin pancakes together that one time?

[That cathedral can catch fire for all he cares, after that little Shadow incident. He hasn't been back there since then.

Yeah... take his word on that.

He blinks, takes a good look at Yu, and looks a little thoughtful as he searches for the memory.] Pumpkin pancakes...?

[And then it hits him.] Oh... the beginning of October, right? I thought you looked a little familiar.

[Should... they move to a table?]

[Exactly. We can set all that shit on fire.]

Right.

[Both to what he thought and to the silent "we should really move to a table." He even stands and moves to go find an empty one.]

Good to see you're still around, despite things.

[He'll bring marshmallows, you get the graham crackers. They'll have a party.

He clears the screen on the terminal he was using, then rises as well to follow.] Thanks. You too, all things considered. How have you been holding up?

[Sounds like a plan he can totally follow.

He nods, knowing all too well that things could be a lot worse than they have been.]

Alright. Better than most, I guess. [Though he won't lie... the repeated losses of those faces from back home did a toll.] How about you?

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