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towerofanimus2013-03-15 10:25 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-15 10:25 pm
Entry tags:
ninth prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Naoto Shirogane, Sayaka Miki, Mami Tomoe, and you.
Setting: Dorm 03-01 (closed,) Floor Thirteen (closed,) Floor One (closed,) Floor One Hundred One (open)
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: Serious discussions, plus checking out the newest addition to the tower.
Warnings: None.
Floor One Hundred One open
[The way this floor is built is strange, but it's quite pretty. The timing of it was too coincidental to simply be unrelated to Dax's death. There are flowers everywhere. Of course, there's no way that something like this should be able to exist, but in this place that's hardly surprising. Still, to see all of these plants and flowers...thousands of them, pressing against both the top of the floor and hanging between the one beneath it.
Vaguely, she recalls that sometimes the administrators might request a floor, but it's far more likely to simply be a stroke of inspiration. In other words...it seems that at least one of the other administrators might have been shaken by the loss of Dax as the tower's residents. She places her hands behind her head as she looks around, a stick of pocky clenched between her teeth. When she speaks, it's to no one in particular.]
So this must be some kinda memorial, huh.
Dorm 03-01 ⚜ closed to Mami Tomoe
[For both of them, the subject of death has hung in the air. It's stood just between them, silently known, but neither of them were brave enough to directly broach the subject. It was too unpleasant, the implications that came with it too heavy to deal with when there were so many other things to worry about. The fact that they were alive, after years their friendship finally recognized once more. It's a broken, cobbled together, never quite the same was it was before, never would be, but it was perfect for two girls who were broken by their own circumstances long ago.
Even so, she's been given her answer. That their souls are here, that they might be able to go back, and yet...what will they be going back to? The other girls still have a chance at living. Even Sayaka, if she were able to go back, might be able to change her fate (and Kyoko, deep down knowing how unlikely it might be, nonetheless hopes for it.)
So here she stands, in front of the door bearing Mami Tomoe's name. She has a small tray containing strawberry tea--leftover from the month before--and a small plate of cookies. Nothing compared to what Mami used to do for her, but something nonetheless. Good food makes these conversations easier, less overwhelming. She considers just barging in, but thinks better of it, and instead just raps her knuckles on the door.]
Oi. Mami. You in?
Floor Thirteen ⚜ closed to Sayaka Miki
[It's been something that's been on her mind for awhile, but until now she hasn't quite been able to sit down and work out here thoughts. There's been too much to take in, too much frustration and heartbreak to worry about something as insignificant as her own feelings. Those things that she does her best to push to the back of her mind, hide under the guise of some foolish belief that just living is enough.
But it's starting to nag at her again, that feeling that something is wrong. The knowledge that Sayaka can't, won't indulge in her method of just ignoring the things that seem unpleasant. Every scenario with that girl seems to be one that ends with her irretrievably broken. Back home, in this place...Kyoko can't just ignore that.
So, today, she sent her a simple telepathic message: Could you meet me in the cathedral? There's something I want to talk to you about.
It's a place that feels close to home--but that's not quite why she chooses it. It's because it's quiet, almost unusually so. Because people aren't likely to visit it and with sound carrying poorly, even less likely to try and invade on another person's conversation. So, she sits on one of the pews, her hung over the back of it, staring towards the front and simply waiting.]
Floor One ⚜ closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's by chance that she noticed Naoto in the cafeteria as she's getting her meal--dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (and despite herself, she can't help but smile a little at the menu that that kid has chosen.) She briskly approaches her with her usual grin on her face, showing no signs of having having such a busy day. Part of her wants to ask if she received the package that Kyoko sent, but her judgement gets the better of her.
Besides, it'd be kind of embarrassing to have to admit that she sent them to begin with. That she was worried about this girl. It's not like it's something she exactly makes a habit of.]
Yo, Naoto! You in a hurry?
Setting: Dorm 03-01 (closed,) Floor Thirteen (closed,) Floor One (closed,) Floor One Hundred One (open)
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: Serious discussions, plus checking out the newest addition to the tower.
Warnings: None.
Floor One Hundred One open
[The way this floor is built is strange, but it's quite pretty. The timing of it was too coincidental to simply be unrelated to Dax's death. There are flowers everywhere. Of course, there's no way that something like this should be able to exist, but in this place that's hardly surprising. Still, to see all of these plants and flowers...thousands of them, pressing against both the top of the floor and hanging between the one beneath it.
Vaguely, she recalls that sometimes the administrators might request a floor, but it's far more likely to simply be a stroke of inspiration. In other words...it seems that at least one of the other administrators might have been shaken by the loss of Dax as the tower's residents. She places her hands behind her head as she looks around, a stick of pocky clenched between her teeth. When she speaks, it's to no one in particular.]
So this must be some kinda memorial, huh.
Dorm 03-01 ⚜ closed to Mami Tomoe
[For both of them, the subject of death has hung in the air. It's stood just between them, silently known, but neither of them were brave enough to directly broach the subject. It was too unpleasant, the implications that came with it too heavy to deal with when there were so many other things to worry about. The fact that they were alive, after years their friendship finally recognized once more. It's a broken, cobbled together, never quite the same was it was before, never would be, but it was perfect for two girls who were broken by their own circumstances long ago.
Even so, she's been given her answer. That their souls are here, that they might be able to go back, and yet...what will they be going back to? The other girls still have a chance at living. Even Sayaka, if she were able to go back, might be able to change her fate (and Kyoko, deep down knowing how unlikely it might be, nonetheless hopes for it.)
So here she stands, in front of the door bearing Mami Tomoe's name. She has a small tray containing strawberry tea--leftover from the month before--and a small plate of cookies. Nothing compared to what Mami used to do for her, but something nonetheless. Good food makes these conversations easier, less overwhelming. She considers just barging in, but thinks better of it, and instead just raps her knuckles on the door.]
Oi. Mami. You in?
Floor Thirteen ⚜ closed to Sayaka Miki
[It's been something that's been on her mind for awhile, but until now she hasn't quite been able to sit down and work out here thoughts. There's been too much to take in, too much frustration and heartbreak to worry about something as insignificant as her own feelings. Those things that she does her best to push to the back of her mind, hide under the guise of some foolish belief that just living is enough.
But it's starting to nag at her again, that feeling that something is wrong. The knowledge that Sayaka can't, won't indulge in her method of just ignoring the things that seem unpleasant. Every scenario with that girl seems to be one that ends with her irretrievably broken. Back home, in this place...Kyoko can't just ignore that.
So, today, she sent her a simple telepathic message: Could you meet me in the cathedral? There's something I want to talk to you about.
It's a place that feels close to home--but that's not quite why she chooses it. It's because it's quiet, almost unusually so. Because people aren't likely to visit it and with sound carrying poorly, even less likely to try and invade on another person's conversation. So, she sits on one of the pews, her hung over the back of it, staring towards the front and simply waiting.]
Floor One ⚜ closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's by chance that she noticed Naoto in the cafeteria as she's getting her meal--dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (and despite herself, she can't help but smile a little at the menu that that kid has chosen.) She briskly approaches her with her usual grin on her face, showing no signs of having having such a busy day. Part of her wants to ask if she received the package that Kyoko sent, but her judgement gets the better of her.
Besides, it'd be kind of embarrassing to have to admit that she sent them to begin with. That she was worried about this girl. It's not like it's something she exactly makes a habit of.]
Yo, Naoto! You in a hurry?
Floor 101
When he looks at it and it all just seems eerily peaceful. Could plants even this high up? It didn't really matter though.
As Cross is wandering, he see's a red haired girl and catches the tail end of what she had said.]
How's this a memorial?
[People didn't even die here.]
no subject
Have you been living under a rock or something? It popped up right after one of our saviors kicked the bucket, y'know.
[Her voice remains level throughout most of her explanation, although it carries the slightly impatient edge that always seems to coat her words, but at the word savior she's almost spitting venom. More than ever, it disgusts to think of them sitting back, patting themselves on the back and pretending they've done a good job.
Especially that girl. "Saving them from themselves." Like anyone's stupid enough to believe that.]
no subject
[He stops cold as he finally processes that. Someone...actually died? His heart nearly stops at the answer. Forget her apparent rudeness someone actually died here and that's a little more than overwhelming.
People didn't just die here, did they? Not even those administrators. But, why would this person lie? His blood feels like it's running cold at this new realization. If they could kill one of their own, what's stopping them from doing it to everyone else.
When it becomes too hard not to breathe he takes in a slow shallow breathe.
But, she had asked if he had been living under a rock the whole time...in a matter of speaking he might of have.]
I was actually gone for a few months. So, I'm kind of missed out on a lot.
[His voice is shaky as he says it. Just admitting his stupidity would probably be better than playing the all knowing hero.]
no subject
Her expression softens, but only a little.]
Yeah. If you wanna check out the terminals, you can probably still find it on there. They left it open to the public.
[She rolls her shoulders, shoves her hands into her pockets and looks off to each side of her. Is this really a good way to be discussing this? ...Ah, well. It's not like it matters. She offers him a level explanation, piecing together the pieces of information she'd garnered from the network,]
Here's the short version: Dax plotted out a coup, using some of us to help get the ball rolling--don't ask me about the details of that one, I wasn't there, I just heard about it--but he screwed it up and Ruana killed him.
[She makes a disgusted noise.]
Then after he was dead, she ate him and then spit him out. That girl.
no subject
[There goes his stomach. He can only stand there looking sick at that. This place really was hell, even if they saved them from a world eating whatever.
Dax had been the good guy of those people, right? He tried to get the tower away from the other admins though? Maybe it was to save them all.
But the way this girl tells him about Dax's death makes him feel only worse.]
S-she...she just...oh...oh god.