GOD is a HOUSE

[agentminiskirt]

Who: ANYONE WHO WANTS TO FIX THE HEART.
What: Well, time to go fix up Soundwave’s fuckup.
Where: The Heart of Nautilus.
When: Sometime after the events of this log and around the time this announcement was made.
Notes: Party-style log for anyone who wanted to help fix the Heart. Feel free to tag with action, threads, or even just a narrative. OOC

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[atruedoctor]

It took a bit to get to the Heart, but the closer Martha got the more she thought of going back home. She felt the pressure right under her sternum, like a ton of weight pressing down, the pressure of anxiety and fear. She was rational, she was smart, she knew when she needed to be frightened and when she didn't, so why was it involuntarily running through her?

She could see it now, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose straight. This was wrong, what she was looking at was somehow wrong. And although everything in her mind told her to turn back, she refused. She never listened to that instinct before and she wouldn't start now. She stopped next to Aya and stared.

"Hello," she said softly, her voice just barely registering the fear in her. She didn't expect a response, Aya looked too focused. Taking a shuddering breath Martha closed her eyes and began sending her will to the heart.

[shivas_lover]

Upon feeling the sudden wash of unease sweeping through the city, Squall's first instinct had been to inspect the chains holding the city above Chaos. He remembered what Isis had done to them as she left Nautilus very well: to him, it felt like it could have been a similar scenario. Upon finding them all intact, however, his next thought had been to check the Heart....

Then he had discovered the cracked glass: the hole of pure darkness yawning up at him, giving the distinct sensation of being fully prepared to swallow him up.

Years of strict training and the memories of his alternate (a warrior of Cosmos, who had vanquished Chaos) aided him in keeping his composure. He informed the girl he was speaking to (Orihime, wasn't it?) of what was going on, then informed the network at large. After that, all there was left to do was approach the cracked Heart and begin Bending

[rihoooon]

It wasn't like he'd heard Squall's message over the network. As a matter of fact, he'd hardly heard any messages over the network at all for the past week or so. Cain wasn't often in the mood to talk to the citizens of Nautilus, and as of late, it was certainly the farthest thing from his mind.

What do I do now?

That was the question eating at him, among a few others (is this the truth or something along those lines still being the most prominent second.) His entire life had been based around following a Mother who was building a future for her family. As it turned out, his life had actually been based on serving a Mother's selfish whims. It was funny how, once that idea had lodged itself in his head, it was much easier for him to remember the times he'd thought she'd been unfair or made strange decisions. They weren't strange when he considered she'd been doing it all for herself

[doorwasopen]

Rion didn’t know what it was that called to him so loudly. Be it his heightened senses thanks to his Angelii abilities that connected him to this city, or something else-he couldn’t shake the feeling. It would have been against his nature to simply ignore it

[rihoooon]

It was hard to miss Rion suddenly appearing onto the scene. Though more people gathering by the minute (to fix the hole, Cain assumed, although he wasn't doing anything for it) could have made him harder to see, that same buzz immediately filled Cain's head, pointing out his brother's presence even if he hadn't spotted him

[doorwasopen]

Things had been pretty interesting the last time Rion had spoken with Cain. Of course, he still refused to acknowledge the Galerian as his brother, but there was some sense of... sympathy? Was it sympathy? Rion couldn’t tell. He wasn’t used to giving the things he felt names; he just acted out, which oftentimes led into him saying and doing things without really thinking through first

[flame_flurry]

He didn't want to go near it. He knew the feeling, knew exactly where it was coming from. That place. Endless gray and white, and the all-consuming cold; each and every POSSIBILITY forced into his mind. All the things he could have done differently. All the things he could have been.

Axel knew very well that the only reason he'd been able to continue functioning was because he wasn't able to feel fear.

Still, a lack of fear didn't mean that he wanted to go near it. After all, he still had a sense of self-preservation. This was his 'existence'; he'd live and die on his own terms.

... But if nothing was done, then ... would he even be able to do that?

And as much as he didn't want to admit it (such a weakness was easily exploited), it wasn't just him. Roxas wasn't here, but ... Sora was. Sora, and the few others that he actually felt some genuine attachment to. Actually felt something for. Could he really risk them experiencing what he'd gone through, just because he refused to go and do something

[myheartglows]

Tony appeared on the scene not long after Squall's post; he had spent most of the day trying to sort through the new memories the storm had brought. Memories of a life much longer than it should have been. But the Heart diverted his attention: the unsettling chill plagued him the entire way. He figured what was down there, what it might be, what it led into--

Especially if Axel's reaction was any indication.

"You holding up all right?" Tony asked him, eyes on the darkness as he joined in the effort.

[flame_flurry]

At first, the words didn't register: his eyes were locked on the gaping hole staring up at him, willing it to shut even as he felt what was inside tugging at him. He remembered Jin commenting on the fact that he'd died in that place -- the Corridors were just an extension, after all -- and distantly wondered if it wanted him back. Was it offended, that he'd managed to get away even after he'd stumbled into the heart of it? That he skirted its edges every time he used a Corridor? That he kept on living, even though he'd died in there again and again and again....

Then Tony's vice cut through the fog, and Axel found himself shaking worse than ever. He heard some noise, some aborted attempt at speech, only to realize it had come from his own throat.

No. He had to keep it together. He could curl up and vomit Darkness later if he wanted to: right now, he had to get that place away from him and his.

"Need to close it up," he answered, voice low but steady. A sharp contrast to his trembling body: memories of the cold were hard to stave

[myheartglows]

For all their differences, Tony still considered Axel a friend. He just didn't expect Axel to return the sentiment, which was too damned bad for him. Tony would stand there anyway.

"We'll get it closed up," he said, and focused on the task.

[ms_calculation]

As soon as that message went up, of course she had to go observe. The glass over the Heart damaged--well, it wasn't much, but it was something. A step in the right direction.

Azula approached it on her guard. Her enemy tugged at and toyed with her mind, but she stared it down; she would conquer it in time. Each passing day brought her that much closer, as she gathered allies and information to herself. That broken glass promised it.

Close now, she stood, and her body revolted at its proximity to the chaos and the unknown, but she held her ground.

I will contain you, she thought. Then, I'll destroy you.

Azula turned her back to it and joined the rest of the people to Bend the glass whole.