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towerofanimus2012-04-18 01:22 am
deathboss) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-18 01:22 am
1st Song ☠ | Introduction
Characters: Eikichi (Michel) and whatever poor sap would like to talk with him.
Setting: And floor, all the corridors, day and night, it's all up to you, he'll be running around.
Format: I started in prose, but you can pick a style, and I'll match it!
Summary: Eikichi finds himself in the tower and everything is terrible.
Warnings: Eikichi is a warning onto himself.
Victory had never been so bittersweet. After defeating the Great Father, finding out the entire thing had been a bet between Philemon and Nyarlathotep, the world destroyed and with Maya stuck by the spear ending her life, all that had remained was a chance giving to them to go back in time. However, they'd have to give up their memories their friendships of each other. Considering the fate of the world and their friend was at stake, it was a heavy price that Eikichi did not mind to give up willingly. After all, friendship was more powerful than the bonds of space and time, he thought and even if they had not met as children, he was certain they'd see each other one day again.
But now, here he was, inside a tower and a note that his world had been destroyed. No shit, it had been destroyed. Needless to say, Eikichi wasn't too pleased. Goddamnit, all of this, everything around him, a cruel joke, ALL FOR NOTHING?! Had this been Philemon's fault...oh just wait until that butterfly masked asshole came to talk again, he was going to get a fist to the face.
Well, now that he was here, he could make the most of it, he supposed. Eikichi wasn't expecting to find his friends - what with the word having ended, after all, and somewhat guilty that he still had his memories intact. Hopefully the world ending hadn't been his fault. He'd never forgive himself--yeah best not to think about it. He opened up his trunk and found his guitar case in thirty or so smaller pieces. Yet it looked somewhat easy to rebuilt, even for him, and before long the pieces clamped together like a jigsaw puzzle. The Lgendary Guitar Case was made whole again. Swinging it over his shoulders, he closed the door to his room, and walked out.
Setting: And floor, all the corridors, day and night, it's all up to you, he'll be running around.
Format: I started in prose, but you can pick a style, and I'll match it!
Summary: Eikichi finds himself in the tower and everything is terrible.
Warnings: Eikichi is a warning onto himself.
Victory had never been so bittersweet. After defeating the Great Father, finding out the entire thing had been a bet between Philemon and Nyarlathotep, the world destroyed and with Maya stuck by the spear ending her life, all that had remained was a chance giving to them to go back in time. However, they'd have to give up their memories their friendships of each other. Considering the fate of the world and their friend was at stake, it was a heavy price that Eikichi did not mind to give up willingly. After all, friendship was more powerful than the bonds of space and time, he thought and even if they had not met as children, he was certain they'd see each other one day again.
But now, here he was, inside a tower and a note that his world had been destroyed. No shit, it had been destroyed. Needless to say, Eikichi wasn't too pleased. Goddamnit, all of this, everything around him, a cruel joke, ALL FOR NOTHING?! Had this been Philemon's fault...oh just wait until that butterfly masked asshole came to talk again, he was going to get a fist to the face.
Well, now that he was here, he could make the most of it, he supposed. Eikichi wasn't expecting to find his friends - what with the word having ended, after all, and somewhat guilty that he still had his memories intact. Hopefully the world ending hadn't been his fault. He'd never forgive himself--yeah best not to think about it. He opened up his trunk and found his guitar case in thirty or so smaller pieces. Yet it looked somewhat easy to rebuilt, even for him, and before long the pieces clamped together like a jigsaw puzzle. The Lgendary Guitar Case was made whole again. Swinging it over his shoulders, he closed the door to his room, and walked out.
Media Floor because I love fictional people interacting with technology.
>Greet
>Go over
>Abscond
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OKAY 8Db
...also Opera sounds more like something Jun would like anyway.]
What's that you're holding?
Kuja would totally love The Barber Of Seville
I'm not sure of the official name, but it says "DVD" right here, so I assume it has to do with that... It plays disks with video on them! Not quite as good as being there in person, but at least one doesn't need opera glasses.
[titter, titter.]
Hahaha
DVD...but from the size of 'em, they look like compact discs. That's...strange...
Kuja's idea of technology is mostly between Gaia's steampunk and the magitek of Terra
They're different than the sort of discs I know... Do you recognize them?
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They do look like compact discs, but they play videos like laserdics. Oh! Yeah, I heard of these! DVDs. They'd been out a few years in Japan but not that popular. Cost an arm and a leg for a player, the old man thought it was a waste of money...
...so this really is the future then...
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["The future"? Maybe in his world, then.]
It muse be strange to see an efficient version of what was once cutting-edge technology.
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Makes me wonder what else has improved in the last years.
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It's hard to tell, sometimes. On the world I came from, most machines operated on Mist, but were starting to switch to steam technology. I find out here that such things are considered woefully out of date.
[Not that he didn't consider it already, considering the higher technological possibilities of Terra, but no one needed to hear that.]
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Don't misunderstand, "Mist" is not merely a water-based fog, but a substance that had great potential... it can even make monsters. Of course, that makes the proximity of Mist-powered machines dangerous, so steam was gaining popularity as a safer, more powerful alternative.
Electricity would make a good source of energy, though, especially since it could be produced so easily on my planet.
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Wait wait, it makes monsters? What kind of hell weird wacko technology is that? I don't want my tv to suddenly try to attack me!
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[And if anyone's an expert on how Mist works, it's Kuja.]
So whatever a "tivi" is, it wouldn't suddenly spring out a monster, not ever at the generator.
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[Oh.]
That's still pretty screw up, man. Next you'll be telling me you also have a technology that turns people into shadowmen.
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Since I don't know what a "shadowman" is, I couldn't say.
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...well that's good at least. Forget about it, if it ain't happening, nothing worth worrying about. So...what year is it exactly? You can't be from the future...but I can't place you in the past either...
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By the Gaian calender, it was 1800. I don't suppose it would mean much to you, since we may not be from the same planet at all.
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[sigh]
No, I think we might be from different planets. Unless... tell me the name of your planet and describe its continents, please.
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Uh...I come from Earth and there's five...or was it six? A bunch of continents and lots of water. Everyone in different places speaks different languages. I live in the country of Japan.
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Five or six... No, far too many for Gaia. The only way it could be the same if there was continental drift to create more landmasses, but then there would be too much time between us to make any difference.
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Huh. So different worlds. That's amazing!
[He's still a kid at heart.]
I wonder how pretty the girls in your world are...
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No more or less than any other girls, I should think. It really depends on your personal tastes.