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towerofanimus2012-04-07 11:15 pm
beknightedheroine) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-07 11:15 pm
Entry tags:
third staff ♞ a wheel rolling out of control
Characters: Sayaka, Lina, and Vanitas - open in the first half, closed in the second.
Setting: All over the place, and then on Floor 18 for Fun Confrontations
Format: Starting prose, but I'll match.
Summary: Sayaka just played chinese whispers as to a kidnapping, and mostly knows that she wants to show stabs to the one responsible. Lina will get recruited to help.
Warnings: One slant-haired bluenette flipping out.
ON THE WAY TO FLOOR 18:
She's armed with a vague description, a damn good motivation, and an already guttering soul gem. Sayaka Miki is ready to make someone hurt, someone who's a real bad guy, someone who's done wrong to someone else - it's a clear enemy to throw herself against, and that, if not anything, is what she's inwardly railed to have.
Sayaka Miki is not thinking very clearly right now, but she really doesn't care. That blueish blur that just went by you? That's probably her, storming ever forwards on a damned quest.
~AT~ FLOOR 18:
The lights flicker more than usual as she hops up the last of the stairs to this floor, shoes clicking with an echo - this is one of the floors Sayaka's seen people in the least in her time in the tower, and to her mind, thus the best place to look. Witches hid. Normal criminals hid.
She pays little mind to if her sudden-companion-in-angry-quests is still behind her. Lina can do what she wants, far as she cares. Sayaka kicks away anything in the way of her path, from table to shitty flimsy chair to abandoned book. If she makes a racket, she might startle birds from the trees, as it were.
It's luck (or, rather, the extreme opposite of it) that she actually finds the guy.
Setting: All over the place, and then on Floor 18 for Fun Confrontations
Format: Starting prose, but I'll match.
Summary: Sayaka just played chinese whispers as to a kidnapping, and mostly knows that she wants to show stabs to the one responsible. Lina will get recruited to help.
Warnings: One slant-haired bluenette flipping out.
ON THE WAY TO FLOOR 18:
She's armed with a vague description, a damn good motivation, and an already guttering soul gem. Sayaka Miki is ready to make someone hurt, someone who's a real bad guy, someone who's done wrong to someone else - it's a clear enemy to throw herself against, and that, if not anything, is what she's inwardly railed to have.
Sayaka Miki is not thinking very clearly right now, but she really doesn't care. That blueish blur that just went by you? That's probably her, storming ever forwards on a damned quest.
~AT~ FLOOR 18:
The lights flicker more than usual as she hops up the last of the stairs to this floor, shoes clicking with an echo - this is one of the floors Sayaka's seen people in the least in her time in the tower, and to her mind, thus the best place to look. Witches hid. Normal criminals hid.
She pays little mind to if her sudden-companion-in-angry-quests is still behind her. Lina can do what she wants, far as she cares. Sayaka kicks away anything in the way of her path, from table to shitty flimsy chair to abandoned book. If she makes a racket, she might startle birds from the trees, as it were.
It's luck (or, rather, the extreme opposite of it) that she actually finds the guy.