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thefolder2013-11-09 06:57 pm
fullofthorns) wrote in thefolder2013-11-09 06:57 pm
Wilted Roze.
Who: Anyone that intended to inspect the withering woman.
What: Musashi needs help with his partner!
When: Backdated to the evening of Nov. 3rd.
Where: Apt. F309
Aside from welcoming in anyone that arrived, Musashi himself was fairly quiet and reserved in regards to the situation. He spoke when spoken to but seemed absorbed in the tasks of running a bath, cleaning the apartment, sorting food out and generally distracting himself. With good reason, considering what was behind the splintered remains - Musashi hadn't had time to ask the Damemon to fix the damage caused by Dante's attack - of Roze's bedroom door.
The pink-haired woman was a shadow of her usual self, dull-faced and tired-looking. She had the appearance of one desperate for sleep because she had been sleeping too much already, pale skinned and glassy-eyed. She obviously hadn't made any effort to maintain herself, her hair in a loose braid and brushed so much as Musashi could manage without her rolling over petulantly. Loose strands dangled lank around her and her scalp had the matted parting of oily and unwashed hair. She didn't smell particularly bad as she hadn't really moved enough to get sweaty or dirty, but there was the faint odor of the unwashed lingering in the room.
Clean linens rested nearby, Musashi obviously intending to change everything just as soon as he could get the woman out of the bed. Several meals worth of food lay discarded in a trash bin, untouched and wasted, and the glass of milk from earlier still stood, beads of condensation running down the sides.
Roze lay there like a zoo animal that had given up on living, simply a furry lump for slack-jawed passersby to gawk at before moving on to more interesting exhibits. A lion without teeth. She hardly even seemed to note the change in her environment and ignored her digimon completely.
This was definitely not the vibrant chick most people recognized.
[ OOC: People should feel free to use the same thread to interact with one another as well, since Roze will barely respond. Musashi will do most of the talking. ]
What: Musashi needs help with his partner!
When: Backdated to the evening of Nov. 3rd.
Where: Apt. F309
Aside from welcoming in anyone that arrived, Musashi himself was fairly quiet and reserved in regards to the situation. He spoke when spoken to but seemed absorbed in the tasks of running a bath, cleaning the apartment, sorting food out and generally distracting himself. With good reason, considering what was behind the splintered remains - Musashi hadn't had time to ask the Damemon to fix the damage caused by Dante's attack - of Roze's bedroom door.
The pink-haired woman was a shadow of her usual self, dull-faced and tired-looking. She had the appearance of one desperate for sleep because she had been sleeping too much already, pale skinned and glassy-eyed. She obviously hadn't made any effort to maintain herself, her hair in a loose braid and brushed so much as Musashi could manage without her rolling over petulantly. Loose strands dangled lank around her and her scalp had the matted parting of oily and unwashed hair. She didn't smell particularly bad as she hadn't really moved enough to get sweaty or dirty, but there was the faint odor of the unwashed lingering in the room.
Clean linens rested nearby, Musashi obviously intending to change everything just as soon as he could get the woman out of the bed. Several meals worth of food lay discarded in a trash bin, untouched and wasted, and the glass of milk from earlier still stood, beads of condensation running down the sides.
Roze lay there like a zoo animal that had given up on living, simply a furry lump for slack-jawed passersby to gawk at before moving on to more interesting exhibits. A lion without teeth. She hardly even seemed to note the change in her environment and ignored her digimon completely.
This was definitely not the vibrant chick most people recognized.
[ OOC: People should feel free to use the same thread to interact with one another as well, since Roze will barely respond. Musashi will do most of the talking. ]
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When she made her way to her apartment she burst into the door with her Lucemon lazily following behind and she ran over to Musashi to pull him into a hug.
sneaks in here if that's quite alright
[Hysterical sobbing was not something he was equipped to deal with, so the student left that well enough alone as he addressed Roze's partner.]
...It's 'Musashi', right? [He spoke hesitantly, concerned frown still etched on his face.] This must have to do with what's going around, doesn't it?
Room for a threeway?
...and it looks like she wasn't the only one. Well Roze was a popular girl. Hanging in the doorway for now, leaning against the frame she studied the room taking in all the details, and felt a mix of disgust and pity for Roze. She secretly hoped that she never fell so low. Noir must have felt it too because his little paws dug in tighter on her shoulder bag and he grumbled.]
Next time I see Dante he better hope I don't dark evolve.
[Sensing Noir needed to get away for a minute Jinx spoke softly in his ear]
Go get some Mon to fix that door. Leaving it open like that is great for air circulation but lousy for her mood.
[Begrudgingly Noir fluttered off to comply]
Always room for more.
Ushering her into the apartment and gesturing halfheartedly to Roze's room, he barely had time to recover before, of all people he didn't expect, Waver Velvet appeared.
Blinking owlishly while trying to process, the digimon nodded once.
"Yes sir, so far as I can tell," he replied standing as tall as he could. His deep voice carried the utmost respect when speaking to some people. Waver was graced with that regard. "She was fine until around the twentieth of the past month. Then she started complaining about everything. More than usual, I should say. After that she started talking about subject she avoided before, having once stated them as being 'entirely too depressing'. From there she just got worse and worse, speaking of how nothing here matters, everyone will go away and she's just as lost here as she was back home."
He sighed, shrugging helplessly. Fighting digimon he understood. Fighting downward emotional spirals? Entirely out of his range.
"Its all I can do to force a little food and drink down her throat. She's just too heavy to get into the tub alone. I was waiting for Lord Squall to show up but....he's afflicted as well. Already hurt Lady Roze once..."
yaaay party at rozes
Miwako ran over to the bed and tried lifting up Roze's body. She struggled and struggled and only managed to get her into a half sitting position before she fell back down.
"This is going to be tougher than I thought..."
party in which i cock up icons wheeee
Waver sighed, pressing a hand to his head.
"Wizardmon, can you go help Miwako? I'll take all that and try to straighten up that wreck of a door." The magus' partner said nothing, but handed the cleaning supplies off with a slight tip of his ragged hat before following. Waver glanced back to Kotemon as he started cleaning up, thinking things over before talking.
"...To imagine something like a virus could really affect us all like this...it's kind of disturbing. Did other Digimon ever have problems with this kind of thing?"
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"But what about before we got here? Noir's always been really vague about life back in the digital world before these two worlds merged. Some Digimon can't even remember a time before that."
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Roze bore all the dead weight of a petulant child, but enough work and the others eventually got her to the bath. Not that she was really putting up an resistance, just sagging bonelessly and making no effort to help.
Musashi could only shake his head in disappointment.
"Whatever this virus is, it seems to exclusively affect Chosen. Lord Squall has become emotionally erratic, Lord Seifer seems to have become completely devoid of his usual passion, and probably worse yet, though I haven't had time to check on anyone. Lord Dante has become aggressive in the extreme," he remarked, gesturing with a sleeve-covered hand to the pieces of door hanging of the hinges.
"And have you been watching the feeds on your terminals? Chosen are actively trying to kill one another. The Deputymon can't keep up and most partner Digimon are entirely overwhelmed. We're supposed to take care of you, but we never imagined having to protect you from yourselves!"
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She goes back to tugging at Roze to try and get her out of the bed at least.
"We have to get her to the bathroom and into the tub."
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"I didn't mean to imply they were." Waver paused for a second, frowning. "But wait. If Digimon aren't inherently evil or whatever you might call it, then why..." He trailed off--that didn't seem to match with the whatever-it-was he'd fought with everyone in that dark field, or by the sounds of her even Lotusmon for that matter.
"...never mind. Do you think there might be any way to create a system to guard against viruses like this? A...firewall or something, I think you'd call it?" Be gentle, he's from the pre-Y2K era.
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"That is if he's really on the up and up like we hope." She added unable to shake Alex's paranoia that the original chosen were in on the scam.
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Shrugging helplessly, Musashi shuffled across the apartment to peer into the bedroom, watching the attempts to move Roze with a sigh.
"Alright, why doesn't everyone help? We can get her into the tub and Lady Miwako can get her undressed and washed up while we handle other things? I have got to change her bedding. She's beginning to reek," he muttered, shaking his head in disgust.
"You could just leave me alone already. I don't want to take a bath and I already told you I'm not hungry. What are you even doing here?" Roze complained, staring with relative indifference.
"No one asked any of you to come here."
"Lady Roze, do yourself a favor and please stop talking. You'll regret all of this later," the Kotemon sighed miserably. "It will be a small mercy if the afflicted don't remember any of this..."
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Miwako smiles warmly at her moody friend and followed WIzardmon's advice, moving her arm around her so they could lift her easier. Why didn't she think of this plan before? It seemed so simple!
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Waver frowned, shaking his head and returning to cleaning up the mess around the door.
"Everyone's going to be a bloody wreck about themselves when this is over and done with." he muttered, dreading the possibility. "Once you're done, Wizardmon, would you mind heading to the kitchens and getting some tea for everyone, please? I have a feeling most of us could use it."
"Of course." He lifted Roze relatively easily on his side, moving carefully to help Miwako get her into the bathroom.
"You don't think Izumi's got some kind of ulterior motive or something, do you? ...Maybe I could talk to Tousaka and see what she thinks about countering viruses."
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"Maybe we ought to try and gather all the afflicted together in one area to study them. Like a quarantine." after a moment adding "Of course separating the aggressive ones."
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He didn't rest, however, listening to the others and working diligently to help clean, taking to the bed for fresh linens first.
"It galls me to think the children before you lot might be corrupted in any way. Its usually assumed there's a sort of...immunity there. As though you're all untouchable in some way. It might seem foolish but a lot of us practically idolize our Chosen. I know I do," he remarked, looking over his shoulder toward the bathroom before lowering his head and quietly tucking in the corners of the sheets.
"This should never have happened. We're supposed to look after you all," the Kotemon murmured, sniffing softly and keeping his head down as he worked.
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"Don't you worry Rosey Posey. When this is over you're going to smell like a giant delicious strawberry!"
Her Lucemon just kind of stood in the doorway, blocking anyone from viewing the scene. She didn't want to help out too much but she figured she could do this.
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For his part, Wizardmon had quickly left the room once he was no longer needed. Pulling his hat over what appeared to be a very dark blush, he excused himself to head in the direction of the building's kitchens.
"Even if we weren't data, it would be wrong to say we're untouchable. Humans are..." Waver trailed off, deciding this wasn't the time for a philosophical discussion. "...not always something to be put on pedestals."
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"I guess we should at least be glad we don't have our powers. Imagine the destruction that we'd cause." She sighed with a wistful look like she would prefer it that way.
With a pile of gathering garbage in a trash can the room was starting to look a little more livable.
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"Dante liked strawberries. So did Bro. He always said he liked how I smelled. Now he's gone. So is dante. He hates me. And Squall. And everyone else. It doesn't matter though, you know. none of this is real," the girl snorts, cupping water in her hands to rub at her face.
"No one here is real, none of the relationship are real. Nothing we do here matters. Eventually we'll go home and we'll forget everything. All of the friendships, all of the love and happiness. Back to boring lives and misery. Unsung heroes with nothing to hold onto. There's no point in saving anything. No point in fighting or winning. I'll go home and back to everything bad. You know...some people are going home, and they'll just be dead," she muses in a dull tone, eyes sliding sidelong to focus wearily on Miwako.
"Vergil is dead in Dante's time. Dante gets to go back to a dead brother. Vergil gets to go back dead. That's what we're fighting for. Just nightmares. We're not making anything better, and there's nothing worth saving."
In the main room of the apartment, Musashi tried focusing on cleaning, dragging the wastebin out of the room to empty, returning moments later to shake his head in frustration.
"Its just how we idolize you. We can't really help it. You're like the answer to the problem, the last line of code in the program, the solution to the equation. Even now, damaged as so many of you are, we still need you. Something will come up. we'll find a way to fix it or find out who caused it. Either way, regardless, I am grateful for all of you. You may not be my Chosen, but you have my gratitude for being here, and for being here. The Digital World would be lost if not for all of you. Without you, we are only half-formed ideas and ineffectual suggestions."