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melodiesoflife2016-11-22 06:33 am
sesenta) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-11-22 06:33 am
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Withered Flowers Forget What They Wept For Day After Day
WHO: Akane Kurashiki, Aoi Kurashiki
WHAT: Anyone who's gone through what Akane has is bound to have some pretty screwed up things happen to them. Now it's time to let out that darker side in full force.
WHEN: November 22nd
WHERE: Palitutu's Laboratory - Aqures Ixen
WARNINGS: Extreme spoilers for 999: Zero Escape, graphic descriptions of violence
Akane didn't want anyone to see the side of herself she already knew lurked inside of her subconscious. It was shameful, and it was dark. Worst of all, not only was she aware that it existed, she was also certain she'd barely scratched the surface of that horrid Shadow. On the positive side, she could at least be confident that she wouldn't reject that side of herself.
What really frightened her was the thought of accepting it, and still being consumed by all of that darkness. It could still twist her, warp her into a monster just as foul as the people she'd come to hate and loathe.
Ace.
Narasimha.
Drona.
She had the potential to be just as cruel as any of them, maybe worse. That was why she only told her brother what she intended to do. Not only did she trust him to watch over her and keep her sane, but he had the right to know all that she was. If he truly wished to cut his ties with her and live his own life, then seeing what she hid inside might be enough to give him that extra push. He could leave her without a twinge of guilt, for who would want to remain connected to a monster?
When requested, she gave up her crystal: a small, purple five-pointed star. "I'll stay a White Mage," she said, her voice brittle and broken as it stuck in her throat. "If I do fail...if it possesses me...that's the weaker of the two jobs." She turned her eyes to Aoi with a silent, meaningful gaze. If he did wind up having to fight her, she wanted to make sure he had to fear only one of her jobs, the one possessed by her Calamity self.
The figure that appeared before her looked the same, with only two key differences. There was a sharper, more vivid intensity in the Shadow's purple eyes than Akane's for one. For the other, there was a black rage that twisted her pretty face, filled with hate, desperation, and a kind of quiet resignation.
Akane's lips parted as she released a quivering breath, her fingers knotting in the hem of her white robes as she tried to steel herself for what came next. But she wasn't ready.
Her Shadow screamed, a sudden burst of wild desperation and panic exploding from her throat. Her purple eyes bulged as she clutched at her head, fingers knotting in her hair, teetering helplessly on her own two feet. The Moogle at the machine and Keys Kupo both clapped their paws to their ears as they started violently. Akane jumped too.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Aaaaah.......hhhaaahhhhh.... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" It keened pitifully, over and over as the Shadow staggered back, pushing her shaking shoulders into the wall as if she might be able to shove herself inside if she just pushed hard enough. "I don't want to! I don't want to! No more no more no more no more! Just let them all die, I don't want to do it anymore! Pleeeeeeeeeease!
Akane's chest ached, and her stomach felt heavy. She might have preferred the scathing rebukes that so many others endured. This wild-eyed terrified part of her...it had to stay repressed. For the sake of her sanity, for the sake of her goals, she couldn't ever allow this to come to the surface.
Not ever.
Her shoulders wilted as she cupped her hands to her mouth and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Calamity Akane barely noticed her, babbling about the twisted deformities of Downapolis, the butchered rabbits in the hut, the smell of her own burning flesh... Every nightmare she'd witnessed while she was wide awake had bubbled to the surface.
"I should have realized it would be this way." Her hands slid from her face to drift down to her sides. "I truly am...broken inside. Aren't I."
WHAT: Anyone who's gone through what Akane has is bound to have some pretty screwed up things happen to them. Now it's time to let out that darker side in full force.
WHEN: November 22nd
WHERE: Palitutu's Laboratory - Aqures Ixen
WARNINGS: Extreme spoilers for 999: Zero Escape, graphic descriptions of violence
Akane didn't want anyone to see the side of herself she already knew lurked inside of her subconscious. It was shameful, and it was dark. Worst of all, not only was she aware that it existed, she was also certain she'd barely scratched the surface of that horrid Shadow. On the positive side, she could at least be confident that she wouldn't reject that side of herself.
What really frightened her was the thought of accepting it, and still being consumed by all of that darkness. It could still twist her, warp her into a monster just as foul as the people she'd come to hate and loathe.
Ace.
Narasimha.
Drona.
She had the potential to be just as cruel as any of them, maybe worse. That was why she only told her brother what she intended to do. Not only did she trust him to watch over her and keep her sane, but he had the right to know all that she was. If he truly wished to cut his ties with her and live his own life, then seeing what she hid inside might be enough to give him that extra push. He could leave her without a twinge of guilt, for who would want to remain connected to a monster?
When requested, she gave up her crystal: a small, purple five-pointed star. "I'll stay a White Mage," she said, her voice brittle and broken as it stuck in her throat. "If I do fail...if it possesses me...that's the weaker of the two jobs." She turned her eyes to Aoi with a silent, meaningful gaze. If he did wind up having to fight her, she wanted to make sure he had to fear only one of her jobs, the one possessed by her Calamity self.
The figure that appeared before her looked the same, with only two key differences. There was a sharper, more vivid intensity in the Shadow's purple eyes than Akane's for one. For the other, there was a black rage that twisted her pretty face, filled with hate, desperation, and a kind of quiet resignation.
Akane's lips parted as she released a quivering breath, her fingers knotting in the hem of her white robes as she tried to steel herself for what came next. But she wasn't ready.
Her Shadow screamed, a sudden burst of wild desperation and panic exploding from her throat. Her purple eyes bulged as she clutched at her head, fingers knotting in her hair, teetering helplessly on her own two feet. The Moogle at the machine and Keys Kupo both clapped their paws to their ears as they started violently. Akane jumped too.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Aaaaah.......hhhaaahhhhh.... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" It keened pitifully, over and over as the Shadow staggered back, pushing her shaking shoulders into the wall as if she might be able to shove herself inside if she just pushed hard enough. "I don't want to! I don't want to! No more no more no more no more! Just let them all die, I don't want to do it anymore! Pleeeeeeeeeease!
Akane's chest ached, and her stomach felt heavy. She might have preferred the scathing rebukes that so many others endured. This wild-eyed terrified part of her...it had to stay repressed. For the sake of her sanity, for the sake of her goals, she couldn't ever allow this to come to the surface.
Not ever.
Her shoulders wilted as she cupped her hands to her mouth and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Calamity Akane barely noticed her, babbling about the twisted deformities of Downapolis, the butchered rabbits in the hut, the smell of her own burning flesh... Every nightmare she'd witnessed while she was wide awake had bubbled to the surface.
"I should have realized it would be this way." Her hands slid from her face to drift down to her sides. "I truly am...broken inside. Aren't I."