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towerofanimus2013-07-09 05:20 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-09 05:20 pm
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Characters: Asch and whoever wants to join the hasslesquad
Setting: July 10th, multiple floors
Format: Meh.
Summary: Senior redhead returns from dead homeworld, and takes care of a few loose ends.
Warnings: Dead homeworld shit.
Dorm Hallways
[Here's a figure who hasn't been around in a while - after waking up back in that too-familiar bed, Asch started roaming the dorm halls, checking the names on the doors. He pauses at a few - some names that are still there, some that haven't been there in a while. His expression is mostly considering, a few spots of relief -
At one door on the fifth floor, he stops a moment longer, before shaking his head fiercely and walking further down the stairs.]
Meadow
[If you're stopping off here, it might take a moment to spot Asch, nearly at the far wall from the staircase. Red hair among red and orange flowers, not unlike daisies - it might be that this spot has had special care taken of it, but who knows.
Either way, here's a redhead gathering a few flowers, oranges and yellows and green leaves, and then he takes a seat to braid them together around the scabbard of his sword. A keen eye might spot a poppy or two in the braid, not native to this meadow. Never hurts to be prepared, after all.
And if you're listening close, you might hear the faintest sound of a song as he works -
Do you hear this Tower sing?
Singing a song that's writ in green...]
Mailroom
[And in the late evening, nearly sunset -
A simple note, unsigned, is folded around one of those flowers. I looked for you. I don't think you'd want to know what I found. There's no address, either - it's just folded carefully and dropped into the mail. The flower is all the address it really needs. It takes Asch a long time to close the drop box and step away with a sigh.]
Pain in the ass.
[From him, it's almost the sound of affection.]
Setting: July 10th, multiple floors
Format: Meh.
Summary: Senior redhead returns from dead homeworld, and takes care of a few loose ends.
Warnings: Dead homeworld shit.
Dorm Hallways
[Here's a figure who hasn't been around in a while - after waking up back in that too-familiar bed, Asch started roaming the dorm halls, checking the names on the doors. He pauses at a few - some names that are still there, some that haven't been there in a while. His expression is mostly considering, a few spots of relief -
At one door on the fifth floor, he stops a moment longer, before shaking his head fiercely and walking further down the stairs.]
Meadow
[If you're stopping off here, it might take a moment to spot Asch, nearly at the far wall from the staircase. Red hair among red and orange flowers, not unlike daisies - it might be that this spot has had special care taken of it, but who knows.
Either way, here's a redhead gathering a few flowers, oranges and yellows and green leaves, and then he takes a seat to braid them together around the scabbard of his sword. A keen eye might spot a poppy or two in the braid, not native to this meadow. Never hurts to be prepared, after all.
And if you're listening close, you might hear the faintest sound of a song as he works -
Do you hear this Tower sing?
Singing a song that's writ in green...]
Mailroom
[And in the late evening, nearly sunset -
A simple note, unsigned, is folded around one of those flowers. I looked for you. I don't think you'd want to know what I found. There's no address, either - it's just folded carefully and dropped into the mail. The flower is all the address it really needs. It takes Asch a long time to close the drop box and step away with a sigh.]
Pain in the ass.
[From him, it's almost the sound of affection.]
Meadows if that's okie dokie
At first it sounded like someone was whispering something but as she stretched herself and listened carefully, she sort of picked up the faintest sound of a song being recited. She blinked,not quite sure what to make of it but forced herself up to find the owner f the faint sound she heard. ]
Fine with me!
He's still humming under his breath as the band of flowers is finished and he starts wrapping it around the top of his sword's scabbard, letting a few leaves dangle further down the sheath.]
Yay!
Clearly, she would rather not surprise people since she knew it would not end well. ]
Hello, that song your humming sounds nice. What is it?
[ There were many people in the Tower that she had not met before, but have seen or caught a glimpse of once or twice. ]
no subject
It's the song Feferi Peixes put on the network about a month ago.
[He kind of memorized it during his visit home, whoops.]
no subject
I think I've heard of her name before. I just never met her officially.
[ She replied. ] It sounds nice though.
late sorryyyyyy
No worries!
[ She looked off before adding. ]
You sounded nice singing.