Breakfast With a Side of Hopelessness

[lethechained]

Characters:  Naminé (lethechained)
Setting: Floor 1, the cafeteria
Format: Starting this way, will match.
Summary: Naminé's been spending most of the event trying to fight the experiment effects, but it looks like it's a battle she's losing. (Attempting to fight transition to Stage 3.)
Warnings: Angst, hopelessness, lethargy. She's still got enough of a handle on

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[lethechained]

Something she could hold on to....

That nagging hopeless feeling wouldn't let her get away without a 'what good would it do?' Still, maybe that was why she'd said yes in the first place - it was something tangible, something to do, something that wasn't fake, something to remind her. She knew creating real charms wouldn't make the sting of any of the false ones she'd made go away. It might even make it worse. And yet... poor pennance though it might be, the idea was appealing. At the same time, shame crept up from the back of her mind. Who did she think she was, trying to make charms like Kairi? On one level she was curious to try it herself, but on another it felt like some kind of despicable attempted usurpation of Kairi's role. Kairi was the one who was real; Kairi was the one who had value, who made things that meant something to someone. Feeling a little ill, Naminé almost took it back, almost said that she'd changed her mind, but it was that last comment that kept her on course.

If she was the only one holding on to it, then what harm could it do? If it might help keep her going so that she wasn't a burden to others, then wasn't it worth it? "...No, it's okay. I-- I want to learn." And keep it to herself, once she had.

[prayerless]

She wore a delighted smile at Naminé's response. "The fifteenth floor has a workshop. We could do it there," suggested the mage. "I didn't bring any materials with me, but I bet we could find something to use." Between her magic and her inherent craftiness, Aqua didn't doubt that there would be enough to work with on that floor. If none of the tools tried to kill them, anyways.

That wasn't something she really wanted to think about. "I'm in Room 1-07," she went on, "If you ever need to find me. I'm in the libraries a lot, too." She almost instantly regretted telling Naminé her room number, as she was hit with a flood of possibilities ranging from an attack in her sleep to an ambush by an eavesdropper. She'd just have to put some enchantments around her bed. She wouldn't have anything to worry about if Naminé was truly harmless.

[lethechained]

The smile made it seem worth it, regardless of any lingering misgivings. Naminé couldn't help smiling back - not that she tried to stop herself. "Okay." It came out a little breathy, almost like there was a bit of sigh to it. "That sounds good." There certainly wasn't anywhere else that came to mind, and she wouldn't have wanted to disparage Aqua's suggestion even if there had been.

1-07. Namié nodded and was careful to remember that, as she was with all information provided to her. There was little hesitation before Naminé responded with her own room number; to wait and use that information for something seemed... to her, at least, a bit too underhanded for someone like Aqua, and Naminé was quick to remind herself that any retribution she might face even if such a plan was enacted would probably be deserved. There was nothing to fear, anyway, not when death was so transient (as was safety) in the tower. "I'm in Room 1-15." A pause, during which she felt as if she should add something more, as Aqua had, then, "I... go to a lot of different parts of the tower." Not that that was helpful, but it was true; when Naminé spent time outside her room, it was often in a variety of places.