Being in the tower is suffering

[reversedestiny]

Characters: Sora and anyone who comes across him
Setting: Floor fourteen media room
Format: Actionspam is preferred!
Summary: Sora died at the end of hide-and-seek in a very embarrassing turn. But his death and what happened during it is effecting him badly. So he's trying to blow off some steam.
Warnings: Sora is Not Happy, and he may be somewhat hostile to those heavily in the Light.

[After waking up back in his bed when the last thing he remembers is blinding light, screaming right in his ear and the scent of death, Sora had not been okay at all. He'd quickly gone to sew a hood onto both his dark suit and his normal clothes to help block out the light and somewhat muffle sounds. Since then, he'd been in the media room, playing video games just to kill enemies and try to feel better. But it doesn't help. The paranoia over the light and what happened is still there. It's still with him, and he's shaking visibly. He is most definitely not okay.

But he also doesn't want to talk about it with most people. So perhaps a distraction is better, though he may not be the nicest person right now.]

Comments

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Having crashed out shortly after escaping the game and changed out of her bloodstained clothing - yes, in that order, it was a long nineteen hours - Vriska's in the mood for strolling. And there is a definite spring in her step because a winner is her and victory puts her in the best of moods.

When she sees someone holed up in the media room she decides a bothering is in order. For now she'll just head to the back of his chair, leaning over to watch without really saying anything - but far enough away that she has a chance of dodging any sudden reactions to her being there]

[reversedestiny]

[He recognizes that scent. Oh, geez. He'll duck down, just enough to see the game but to continue hiding his own face. Going to attempt to ignore Vriska. Yup. Key word being attempt.]

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Key word being attempt indeed because while she's excellent at going unnoticed when she wants, the opposite is also true]

Wow, relax already. I'm not going to eat you.

[reversedestiny]

[Oh, Vriska. If only you knew who it was.]

That's yet to be seen.

[hystericull]

[With a knack for arriving at all the wrong times, a rather lanky troll has picked this moment to approach a boy he found hunched in front of some games in the Media Room. How mysterious this boy was! Look at his hood, and the way he's blatantly shutting out the rest of the Tower! He had originally gone over to talk to Sora, but quickly became distracted by the moving pictures of the game he was playing. So instead he sort of... just stopped right next to him, hand raised in a premature wave, mouth hanging open with words abruptly cut off. Just staring at the screen in awe.]

NGL, this made me smile.

[reversedestiny]

[Luckily, Sora'd heard the approach. So he'll look over and then smile a bit. It's like the guy's never seen a TV or video games before.]

...This your first time seeing a video game?

hhhh i'm glad! slightly nerve-wracking tagging someone new with such an idiot

[hystericull]

[The sound of Sora's voice yanked him out of his stupor, and he honked quite loudly in surprise. Whirling around to face the boy now, he smiled - a mouthful of crooked, sharp fangs.]

Naw, motherfucker. Got my fuckin' share of games to have all beheld, what's for goddamn sure. Sometimes a brother just gotta take a fucking moment of five to watch them miracles all get at their color crazy business, you feel me, dog?

I'm just sorry I'm so slow, because I already like this CR.

[reversedestiny]

[...He'll stare for a moment from under his hood, blinking a few times. ...He'd never thought of anything like that, if he's... Getting the right message from him.]

...I dunno. Before I arrived here, I didn't have much free time.

this is obviously the perfect time and place to do this

[lamentless]

[There was someone else playing videogames- albeit distractedly, but Rox had set himself up a distance away, unaware of his surroundings. He'd been doing his librarian job during the brunt of the tower's latest cruel games, and had left mostly to keep from smashing more computer terminals. He was on edge himself, that angry helplessness being something he didn't handle very well.]

Damnit...

[Letting his mind wander back to the subject just made him pitch the controller, not violently enough to break it, but enough that it made a loud enough clatter noise.]

Yup.

[reversedestiny]

[That has Sora looking up and over. Oh, it's you.]

...Didn't think you got angry, Ventus.

[lamentless]

Ven?

[He whipped his head around before finally spotting the brunette, and all the anger on his face drained away awkwardly.]

Uh, no, he's...

[Wait, he didn't know where Ven was.]

...I dunno where Ven is. [He was a bit too scatterbrained to realize how unclear he was being.]

[reversedestiny]

...You're not Ven?

[...Staaaring. Wait, who is this, then...?]

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku still hadn't slept, he was mostly keeping moving, wanting to avoid people. Namely Minato. He had spoken to Aradia but that was because he had promised, and it was at least one thing he could do right.

He had seen Psiioniic and Signless in the elevator, and was relieved to know they had survived the night. He didn't want to speak to them though. Couldn't face anyone.

When he found his final roommate in the media room he watched him for a moment, he hadn't seen him die, though there were enough holes in his memory of the night because of his Geass that it might have happened.

He took in his appearance though, and went to sit next to him silently. He knew so little about Sora, but from what little he could guess he knew whatever had happened had shaken him badly. He sat silently though, not really in the mood to talk, but wanting to be some use, even if just a presence.]

[reversedestiny]

[Sora will look over, smiling almost gingerly as he does, before turning back to the game.]

...Hey.

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku nodded at him politely.] Hey. [He sits still next to him, watching the screen.]

[reversedestiny]

...How'd you do?

[...Suzaku can probably guess he died by his not returning after the game.]

[beknightedheroine]

[After it going surprisingly well last time, Sayaka's dragged another CD up to the media room, this time with the intent to leave the volume lower or maybe find some headphones - and sees Sora, shivering as the generic protagonist on screen executes a flashy spin attack to kill a contingent of rent-a-goblins.]

Hey, I know his finishing attack's cool, but you don't gotta quake in awe of it, huh?

[reversedestiny]

I'm not.

[It's curt and possibly bitter. He catches himself, though, and he turns to her, frowning still.]

...Sorry. It's been a rough couple of days for me.

[beknightedheroine]

Uh, Oh.

[Way to go, Sayaka.]

Sorry that, I mean - ah, geez.

[lethechained]

[He's not the only one worse for wear. Just passing through, Naminé isn't inclined to stay on this floor, but the movement on the screen catches her attention and she glances over, sees the violence involved, and immediately begins to turn her eyes away, only... there's something familiar about the person playing the game. She looks again, focusing on him this time, and realizes both that he's shaking and that she knows him. Instantly, she feels herself torn between seeing if he's alright and just going on her way, staying out of his hair. What happened during the 'game' significantly exarcerbated certain... insecurities, regarding others, and especially the people over whom she holds power.]

[In the end, though, she does - cautiously - move closer, coming to stand uncertainly near the couch.]

[reversedestiny]

[He'll look back to her, slightly more calm than he was a little earlier. And he'll pat the couch.]

...Hey, Namine.

[lethechained]

[She hesitates, looking him over briefly in the hopes of checking to see how he's doing, then glancing at the couch where it's been patted.]

... Hello, Sora.

[Does he want her to sit, then? ... After a moment, she edges over and does so.]

[justabignobody]

[Riku has woken up not too long himself again, a little shaky after his second death within the month. There is a certain sense of irony in the manners of both deaths, which he can admit to himself... even though he doesn't plan to talk much about either times.

Right now he's on his way down to the library, to bury himself in pages and pages of information until nightfall came and he could take out his frustrations and denials on the monsters instead. He can't help stopping in his tracks when he senses Other!Sora burrowing himself in his own Darkness.

...Looks like he isn't the only one trying to deal.

They haven't actually talked since the... chocolate incident - in Riku's case probably more because of the awkward rather than because he blames the other. Neither of them had been thinking straight. Most likely.

They should probably though. Especially if Sora is still interested in learning how to deal with his Darkness. So here he stands, leaning against the door frame as he watches Sora furiously pushing the buttons of some video game,]

[reversedestiny]

[Sora ignores Riku for a short while--mostly because he's half expecting some kind of lecture about the darkness. But when he gets no response, he looks back and frowns.]

...If you're going to lecture, do it.

[justabignobody]

[Riku frowns, arms crossing before his chest - this isn't exactly what he's come for; he isn't exactly one to lecture about the use of the power of Darkness and it's consequences. Not with the mistakes he himself had made.]

...Considering the part the tower played in this, I think we can skip that. All I want to know is this... are you still interested in learning how to control the Darkness?

[It would likely keep it from happening again. ...Without the influence of the tower anyways.]