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tearmeanewone) wrote2014-09-22 05:37 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote2014-09-22 05:37 pm
SEIZE + [Action/Audio]
[September 22nd - 24th]
[Locked to BioShock Infinitely Guilty House]
[Just by looking at the network, anyone would be able to tell that the anomalies in Luceti are coming faster and are starting to affect residents in stranger ways. Somehow, Elizabeth, Gai, Booker, Robert, and Rosalind's house has escaped unscathed. Until now.]
[One quiet, lazy morning, Elizabeth wakes up her husband by wrapping her arms around him from behind. Only as far as she's concerned, they aren't married. Very close, yes, she sings nearly every song he writes-- sometimes even the ones he doesn't write for her to sing. But more importantly, there are some serious-looking crystals growing from her severed pinky all the way up to her shoulder.]
Good morning, darling~
((OOC: If anyone wants to spot Elizabeth running around town with a half-crystalized arm and way longer hair, FEEL FREE. 8Db She'll be at her AU-self's usual haunts: Good Spirits, the library, and doing various gunbattle simulations in the Battle Dome.))
[September 25th - 28th]
[Locked to BioShock Infinitely Guilty House]
[Nobody gets a break. On the morning of the 25th, Elizabeth isn't in her bed. Though there's some smears of blood left on her pillow. She's standing in Booker's room, watching him sleep almost as though she can't believe he's there. She's absolutely still, as though saying something would break the illusion.]
[Wherever she's come from, she looks like she's been through hell. Blood all down one side of her face, bruising and blood at the inner corner of her left eye, her clothes have been practically shredded. Standing and watching Booker looking like this probably isn't the best plan, but...]
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[The last time this version of Elizabeth had been in Luceti, there was definitely more firm purpose to her step. This time, after cleaning herself up, Elizabeth wanders around the village as though she barely recognizes where she is. Or she's in awe of it. Or afraid that it's going to suddenly start storming and the entire village is going to catch fire. Over and over again, she bends and pulls at her fully-formed pinky. Maybe she shouldn't be making excursions into the village like this, but... it would no doubt be the last time she saw it.]
[Audio - Locked to Eleanor]
I'm sorry Eleanor, I need to talk to you one more time.
[Locked to BioShock Infinitely Guilty House]
[Just by looking at the network, anyone would be able to tell that the anomalies in Luceti are coming faster and are starting to affect residents in stranger ways. Somehow, Elizabeth, Gai, Booker, Robert, and Rosalind's house has escaped unscathed. Until now.]
[One quiet, lazy morning, Elizabeth wakes up her husband by wrapping her arms around him from behind. Only as far as she's concerned, they aren't married. Very close, yes, she sings nearly every song he writes-- sometimes even the ones he doesn't write for her to sing. But more importantly, there are some serious-looking crystals growing from her severed pinky all the way up to her shoulder.]
Good morning, darling~
((OOC: If anyone wants to spot Elizabeth running around town with a half-crystalized arm and way longer hair, FEEL FREE. 8Db She'll be at her AU-self's usual haunts: Good Spirits, the library, and doing various gunbattle simulations in the Battle Dome.))
[September 25th - 28th]
[Locked to BioShock Infinitely Guilty House]
[Nobody gets a break. On the morning of the 25th, Elizabeth isn't in her bed. Though there's some smears of blood left on her pillow. She's standing in Booker's room, watching him sleep almost as though she can't believe he's there. She's absolutely still, as though saying something would break the illusion.]
[Wherever she's come from, she looks like she's been through hell. Blood all down one side of her face, bruising and blood at the inner corner of her left eye, her clothes have been practically shredded. Standing and watching Booker looking like this probably isn't the best plan, but...]
[Action]
[The last time this version of Elizabeth had been in Luceti, there was definitely more firm purpose to her step. This time, after cleaning herself up, Elizabeth wanders around the village as though she barely recognizes where she is. Or she's in awe of it. Or afraid that it's going to suddenly start storming and the entire village is going to catch fire. Over and over again, she bends and pulls at her fully-formed pinky. Maybe she shouldn't be making excursions into the village like this, but... it would no doubt be the last time she saw it.]
[Audio - Locked to Eleanor]
I'm sorry Eleanor, I need to talk to you one more time.
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[He can be certain of very little, but he knows that. When he had arrived here, they were still Infinite. Everywhere and nowhere, eternal but not alive.]
We hadn't, at least. Perhaps we would -- will. But to my memory, no.
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[Not that it matters to her now, but maybe that was something she'd contemplated while walking the village. She'd accomplished what she'd wanted to accomplish. Did she want her life back now? Something simple, with Booker, with Robert and Rosalind, with a husband who loved her?]
[Or was it better for her former, naive self to take her life back?]
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I did.
[Rosalind... hadn't. Didn't. Probably wouldn't ever.
And he had dragged her to that fate. He couldn't drag her back, too.]
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It's good to have a companion. Being infinite without one... [Wasn't a life at all.]
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The hallucinations became visual.
During the shift that assigned many of us alternate pasts? They began to become tactile.
[That, he'd never revealed to anyone.]
Whatever I once was, I will never be individual again.
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I hope you can both spend the rest of your lives together, however long that is.
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We will.
[Of that, he is certain. It is written in his future as clearly as "I thought the king had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall."]
She indulged my need to impose such a state on us. Whether infinite or mortal, I will not leave her side.
[Sentimental? Yes. But he's talking to a young woman who has died for sentiment. She, of all people, understands.]
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I'm happy for you both.
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[He can't help but sigh at the thought. Because, well, they end up alone, don't they? Following the logical conclusion of everything Elizabeth and Booker did...
Comstock's world was undone. Which meant Columbia never existed. Which meant he and Rosalind would never meet.]
As you know, even the Infinite ends.
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And in the worlds where her name was made... it is connected to Comstock. To destroy Comstock is to destroy those worlds.
I'm not sure either of our egos could bear tying ourselves to a world in which we were entirely unknown.
[His smile is... almost sad.]
The danger of pride, I suppose.
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If you love someone, and you want to stay with them, something has to be sacrificed. Or you let them go and live without you there.
[She looks down at her cup again and thinks.] If she's alone in a world without Comstock, are you so sure she would find funding elsewhere?
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[It's a simple word. Calm and a soft sigh to go with it.]
Without Comstock, neither of us is likely to get that funding. The Lutece Field will never become the Lutece Tear.
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[Elizabeth tilts her head, trying to catch Robert's eyes. She'd never believe it, even if Rosalind said it Elizabeth wouldn't believe it. What good could come of them being separated?]
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[Though it's not so black and white. His voice says that. What comes through in his voice, amazingly for a Lutece, is uncertainty. He doesn't know what Rosalind will decide.]
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[Elizabeth turns her teacup on its saucer, just to fidget.] If she couldn't understand sentiment, she wouldn't have helped take me to the lighthouse.
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