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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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"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."