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]

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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]

[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.]

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?

[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.

Yup.

[reversedestiny]

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

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

[reversedestiny]

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

That's yet to be seen.

[reversedestiny]

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

...Hey.

[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.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[She'll catch on eventually]

Most people at least give me a chance to not eat them before trying to shut me down.

[reversedestiny]

[Well, he's probably about to give it away.]

I already did. It didn't exactly end well.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Oh, hey! Well if that isn't invitation to try and get that hood off...]

Oh, right. But that was this place trying to poison us so it doesn't count.

[Like she's sweetness and light on a normal day]

[reversedestiny]

You tried to kill me. I don't like people who attack me on good days.

[Smacking any and all hands away from his hood, kthnx.]

[ceruleanspid8r]

And you tried to kill me back, so I guess that makes us even on that score.

[Oh come on, no need to be shy. She's not here to fight, this time.]

[reversedestiny]

I didn't try to kill you. I just wanted your heart.

[No, the hood is not there just to obscure his face!]

Cut it out! I'm wearing it for a reason.

[ceruleanspid8r]

Hate to break it to you, but that's pretty much the same thing as wanting to kill me. Kind of need that thing to live, you know?

[And okay fine, she'll stop, but she's coming to sit by him instead]

And that reason would be?

[reversedestiny]

Not back home. You would have just turned into a Heartless.

[Okay, that's better. He won't mind as much, because the hood keeps the light out.]

...I don't exactly like the light.

[ceruleanspid8r]

Yeah well in case you weren't keeping up, this isn't back home. Though I guess I could understand being confused if this is anything like your world back home.

[Idly watching the screen here now, since she can't see him too well and she never was much for these sorts of games]

So you're nocturnal too?

[reversedestiny]

It's a bit different, but not by much.

[He's only interested in this game because it allows him to blow off steam without getting in trouble. Otherwise, he wouldn't play it. Maximum destruction is a go.]

Not exactly, but I prefer the dark.

[ceruleanspid8r]

Huh. Guess it sucks to be your world then.

[Probably not a bad habit for her to get into, only she doesn't realise it yet]

Any particular reason?

[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.]

[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.]