uprisings: (I cannot rest)
The Summoner ([personal profile] uprisings) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-02-15 08:02 am
Entry tags:

a soldier on my own

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here

[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]

[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]

[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]
entropied: (pic#2106604)

rubs hands together

[personal profile] entropied 2012-02-15 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Or maybe he'll stumble upon a friend, who looks a little more obviously excited to see him than usual. She's a bit worse for wear--the Highblood left a few claw marks on her neck--but she doesn't seem phased by this at all.]

What are you doing?
entropied: (pic#1017479)

:33

[personal profile] entropied 2012-02-15 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[She frowns back, following the line of his gaze and touching her neck absently.]

I'm fine.

[She steps forward, reaching for his hand. Her usual hesitation is there, but it seems off, staged somehow.]
entropied: (pic#2425880)

loves on

[personal profile] entropied 2012-02-16 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[She tightens her grip, running the pad of her thumb over her knuckles. She finds herself oddly fascinated by the texture of the callouses on his hands, but when he speaks again, she seems to snap out of it.]

I don't know.

[Her voice is plaintive, almost desperate, but she is telling the truth, even if she's playing it up to manipulate him. She draws closer, biting her lip and averting her eyes.]

Will you stay with me for a little while?
entropied: (pic#2106609)

no stop

[personal profile] entropied 2012-02-16 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't respond, just takes one last step forward and rests her forehead against his shoulder. He's warmer than the Highblood. It fits him, she thinks, and she likes it much better. Being this close to him makes her heart race in a way she's definitely not used to, and she pulls her hand away to wrap her arms around him.]

LMAO ME NEITHER

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<3!

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LMAO FLIPS AWAY

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cullionfish: (tried sweet talk)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-16 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Do you feel eyes on you, Summoner?

If not, perhaps your sixth sense could use some fine tuning, because your Empress has been staring at you from across the room for a while now. She was never one for sweets, but it seemed that no matter what she ate through the day, there was always a chocolate stuffed somewhere hidden.

The almonds tempered the horrible chocolate taste a bit, but since then she hasn't been able to focus on anything but the Summoner.

Tyrian eyes are almost perpetually unblinking. She doesn't even bother to let him know she's watching. Besides, he doesn't need to know.]
cullionfish: (tried dynamite)

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-16 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[And she watches, and she waits. When he gets too close to the door, she will stand and move to follow him, heels clicking against the floor. Even if he does discover her, she doesn't care.

After all, she's still rather transfixed by those dashing wings of his. She hadn't quite noticed them before, blinded by rage for what he had done to her beautiful empire.

They were nice to look at.]
cullionfish: (back to the battle site)

SDKLHFJKHKLAD SEND HELP

[personal profile] cullionfish 2012-02-16 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[...oh. That wasn't something she was expecting. Despite her sudden fascination with staring at him, her feelings toward the Summoner haven't altered all that much.]

Indeed.

[Her eyelids lower slightly in thought. What could have sparked a reaction like that...and how could she invoke it again at her whim?]

FLIPS THIS THREAD

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shesapir8: (8e too sweet and you'll 8e a goner)

[personal profile] shesapir8 2012-02-16 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Mindfang is... completely normal. Completely normal and relaxing in a room filled with couches, idly staring at a box of chocolates. Waiting.

Waiting for someone to come along so she can make them test the sweets first, and see what they really are. You don't get this far and to this age with blind trust after all.]
shesapir8: (Then when I'm thirsty)

[personal profile] shesapir8 2012-02-27 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh Summoner, if only you could be that lucky. That hair and those horns and those wings make you easily spotted, and instantly her attention snaps onto him, a small smirk forming. Oh ho ho...

Lazily she stretches, before rolling onto her stomach, her head propped up on her hands. Voice a purr she smiles flirtatiously, eyes on him]
Hello Summoner... To what do I owe the pleasure?
shesapir8: (With a guitar humming and no clothes)

[personal profile] shesapir8 2012-03-01 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[She does notice the damage, but chooses not to say or ask anything. Instead she shifts, sitting up on the lounge and clearing room to which she nods to, watching him carefully.]

Care to sit? The company might be nice...
champagnedelis: (Je laisse aller)

Kitchen - ouo/

[personal profile] champagnedelis 2012-02-19 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Francisca's left the box of chocolates she received on the kitchen counter, not sure what to think of them and not entirely convinced that they're safe.

Still, she figures she can maybe find something else to go with the chocolates - perhaps eating other things with them will negate whatever effects might occur?

So lo and behold Summoner - an unguarded box of deliciously sweet goodies, just about begging you to come and attack them while the owner is in the pantry and out of sight.

WHAT DO YOU DO?]
champagnedelis: (Toute notion de saison)

[personal profile] champagnedelis 2012-02-21 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Pretty suspicious indeed, but Francisca didn't think anyone would just eat them. I mean, it'd be pretty rude to just help yourself to a random box of chocolates left out in the open.

Right?

As is, she's found a jar of coffee powder and idly considering if she should make coffee to go with those chocolates.

This is srs bsns right here.]
champagnedelis: (Default)

[personal profile] champagnedelis 2012-02-21 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[The same woman who leaves her house door unlocked when she's in, sheesh. No, she doesn't get worried about potential break-ins.

As is, she emerges from the pantry while sniffing at the coffee, pondering if it'll taste good or not.]

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\o/

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