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animus_network2013-10-09 03:30 pm
oathshackledbird) wrote in animus_network2013-10-09 03:30 pm
Entry tags:
- [au1] chidori yoshino,
- [au1] kachessa crim,
- [au1] zett takajo,
- [au6] lord el-melloi ii,
- [au9] claudia hortensia,
- [ou] asagi,
- [ou] brunwulf bear-claw,
- [ou] france,
- [ou] kariya matou,
- [ou] lancer (zero),
- [ou] lightning farron,
- [ou] naoya,
- [ou] patrick dawn,
- [ou] ryoji mochizuki,
- [ou] sealand,
- [ou] suzaku kururugi,
- [ou] xion
[Video/Action] Bittersweet the Bonds of the Heart
[Losing Mami, who he viewed as an adopted daughter, last month had been hard, but Diarmuid had worked his way through his grief by focusing on the happy times they had spent together. However, when three more people he is close to are sent home--two of which he cares for like his own children--those happy memories become a source of pain instead of a route passed the grief.
When he appears on the Network, Diarmuid looks more lost and empty than he has in a long time.]
Usually, when I address everyone, I am asking for help on a project that will benefit the whole Tower. Today, I am asking for help on a more personal level.
How does one handle losing a child? Not just one, but several over a short period of time? Nothing I try seems to work, and I am...
[His voice trails off here, shaking and uncertain. A short time later, the feed ends.]
Action:
[After making his post, Diarmuid can be found wandering the Tower almost as if he hopes one of the floors might give him the answers he seeks. There are some specific prompts below, but feel free to find him elsewhere.]
Room 4-16:
[A handmade wooden box sits on the bed next to Diarmuid. Once it held chocolates, now it holds letters. Several written in a childish hand are sitting on the top, but what Diarmuid is looking at is a pair of drawings that are usually set up near his bed on the nightstand.
He's not crying... He's not...]
Floor 48 (The Graveyard):
[Rabbit would probably scold Diarmuid for singing what is suppose to be a funny song in such a sad voice, but it's hard to be happy when he is singing the song alone to the gravestone of the person who was suppose to be singing it with him. He and Yotsuba had promised to get together to sing Rabbit's songs as a way of honoring their friend's memory...
Now that is never going to happen in any way other than this.]
Floor 3 (The Library):
[There is ink smudged on his cheek and his arm, but Diarmuid doesn't notice. On the surface, he's focused on printing more copies of the Tower Guide to put out for those who might want them, but really he's in the Library for a very different reason. Tohko was always here and it's like he feels spending time here will help him find her again--find that cheerful voice who had so often redirected him when he didn't know what to do next. He almost expects to look up and see her there, smiling and ready to offer her help with what he's working on.
Unfortunately, no matter how long he waits, that will not happen.]
Floor 28 (The Music Room):
[Before even his brother, Labrys had been the first family Diarmuid had in this place. Their bond created during the January experiment, afterward they had talked about learning to play an instrument together, but life in the Tower and his indecisiveness had kept them from doing so. Now, as his hands run over the piano he had once heard her picking a tune out on, the sound of his grief blocks any music the instrument might make.
How is it that one who once lived his life with no regrets has so many of them now?]
When he appears on the Network, Diarmuid looks more lost and empty than he has in a long time.]
Usually, when I address everyone, I am asking for help on a project that will benefit the whole Tower. Today, I am asking for help on a more personal level.
How does one handle losing a child? Not just one, but several over a short period of time? Nothing I try seems to work, and I am...
[His voice trails off here, shaking and uncertain. A short time later, the feed ends.]
Action:
[After making his post, Diarmuid can be found wandering the Tower almost as if he hopes one of the floors might give him the answers he seeks. There are some specific prompts below, but feel free to find him elsewhere.]
Room 4-16:
[A handmade wooden box sits on the bed next to Diarmuid. Once it held chocolates, now it holds letters. Several written in a childish hand are sitting on the top, but what Diarmuid is looking at is a pair of drawings that are usually set up near his bed on the nightstand.
He's not crying... He's not...]
Floor 48 (The Graveyard):
[Rabbit would probably scold Diarmuid for singing what is suppose to be a funny song in such a sad voice, but it's hard to be happy when he is singing the song alone to the gravestone of the person who was suppose to be singing it with him. He and Yotsuba had promised to get together to sing Rabbit's songs as a way of honoring their friend's memory...
Now that is never going to happen in any way other than this.]
Floor 3 (The Library):
[There is ink smudged on his cheek and his arm, but Diarmuid doesn't notice. On the surface, he's focused on printing more copies of the Tower Guide to put out for those who might want them, but really he's in the Library for a very different reason. Tohko was always here and it's like he feels spending time here will help him find her again--find that cheerful voice who had so often redirected him when he didn't know what to do next. He almost expects to look up and see her there, smiling and ready to offer her help with what he's working on.
Unfortunately, no matter how long he waits, that will not happen.]
Floor 28 (The Music Room):
[Before even his brother, Labrys had been the first family Diarmuid had in this place. Their bond created during the January experiment, afterward they had talked about learning to play an instrument together, but life in the Tower and his indecisiveness had kept them from doing so. Now, as his hands run over the piano he had once heard her picking a tune out on, the sound of his grief blocks any music the instrument might make.
How is it that one who once lived his life with no regrets has so many of them now?]
no subject
[He listens to the man's words and then shakes his head.]
There is nothing more most of us would like to do than to take the fight to the Administrators, but it isn't that easy. Were we to attack them straight on, all they would have to do is turn off the glamour system to strip us of our powers. Even those of us who can fight without powers would have a hard time because the Administrators have abilities that aren't dependent on the glamour system. However, if we can take control of that system and find a way to free ourselves from it...
[A grim smile crosses his face.]
...then you will have to get in line to test your blade against them because there will be a great many who wish to take the same vengeance you wish to take.
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They are cowards. Why don't they show themselves and fight us like men? Or are they worms, who like to burrow their way out of things? I would gladly stand by any capable warrior to hunt these leeches. [Brunwulf brought out his greatsword, just to prove his point.]
What is your name, warrior? I am Brunwulf-Bear Claw of Skyrim.
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I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, First Warrior of the Fianna. It is a pleasure to meet you. Are you new to the Tower? Is that why no one has explained our exact...condition to you?
[He is either new or from his manner perhaps one who doesn't use the Network often, which Diarmuid understands, since he himself doesn't much like using it even if he has been doing so a lot over the last few months.]
no subject
Aye, I am fairly new, yes. This cursed placed took me from my homeland and placed me within this stone prison. Condition?
no subject
This may sound mad to you, but I beg you to allow me the benefit of the doubt. While it seems that we have been brought to this place whole, that is not the case.
[Diarmuid reaches and places a hand over his own heart.]
All that was actually brought to this place was our souls. Our real bodies have remained on our home worlds. The bodies we wear here have been made as substitutes so that we can live more normally. However, since they aren't our true forms, they can be controlled and altered by things outside of our control. Namely, the Administrators who made them.