towerofanimus | 003 | ❝Expose your thoughts...❞

Characters: Yu Narukami (

pitiedthefool), open to all
Setting: Floor 14, Floor 15, Floor 28, Floor 38, or wherever!
Format: Starting in action spam, but I'll follow you!
Summary: Just your average day as a life of a protagonist...
Warnings: I want your friendships and I want your rank ups, you and me could have rad social liiiiinks~

Floor Fifteen

[He had been working on this for a very, very long time- almost since he first arrived nearly two months ago. It wasn't perfect like Daidara-san's work - no, not by a long shot, but he was finally putting the finishing touches on his own blade. Though, he had decided to take a break from finishing the hilt earlier... if the item beside him was any indication.]

Your Choice

[It's April 27th... and someone's birthday. He definitely made them something, but the question is... where to find them?]

[> You begin your search for a certain detective, but will it only be Naoto-kun that you bump into?]

Floor Fourteen

[He hasn't been to this floor for a long time, but right now... he doesn't mind the break. Yu sits in a corner of the room, watching others playing video games with one earpiece on and the other lying there, hanging off his jacket. People from his world may recognize the voice as "Risette," but really-- he only knows her as Rise...]

[So many of his friends have been hurting lately, and he has no idea where to begin to help them other than continue to lend a helping hand and an ear to listen. Sometimes he wishes they would see that he's never too busy to help them, but other times... What do you even say to someone who can't tell you the problem they're facing?]

[...Maybe he should join the others and play something for a change.]

Floor Twenty-Eight

[The music floor...]

[He really has no problems with it, the instruments sometimes playing on their own. But this time, he finds an instrument that he knows well enough- something he hasn't played in a few months, now. If someone stumbles upon him, they'll hear a single trumpet playing something both hopeful yet melancholic, just a little louder than anything else around.]

Floor Thirty-Eight

[At the end of the day, he can be found on the thirty-eighth floor, staring out the windows to the outside with his newly-forged sword at his side. The height doesn't scare him, and the view isn't too bad... but it partly reminds him of being up on the hilltop overlooking the small town he made so many memories in.]

[Yu is silent, simply sitting there in one of the over-sized chairs with a small notebook in hand. He's almost done with the account of their journey, one no one would ever believe aside from their own...]

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[It's only good conversation skills to at least look in the direction of the person with whom you are speaking to. Though if asked, he will stop and return to his own work. At this rate, he may end up forgoing using an actual sword and instead forming a baseball bat. Or, better yet, his old friend the golf club. ...Except perhaps make it of a heavier metal that would withstand how much power he can put into a swing now.]

She did, huh. [He doesn't really find that surpri- ajsdlasdhsladhalh OW. Ow, his ears. And here he thought the voice he heard first calling to him in his head was lou-

... Note to self, never get on Arakagi-senpai's bad side.]

Glad you found something, then. [Baaack to work, and somehow not too phased.]

[Well Shinji is the type of guy who would rather tsuntsun at someone than outright tell them what is the problem. He doesn't seem too preoccupied by the small hole either and shrugs at Yu's last comment before putting it on on one of the wielding tables. He's not THAT great at wielding but he figures he can figure it out and switch to a fire-immune Persona, that should technically work, right?

There is...silence for a while. It's a bit uncomfortable, but it almost looks like Shinji's pretty used to it. Miraculously(?!), he speaks a again a bit later.]

How's the sword?

[Yu doesn't mind the silence (wait, it's uncomfortable?), taking the chance it provides to test the blade out with a swing. ...The balance is off; he can feel it in his hands as it cuts through the air. What's more, it's doesn't feel as solid as it should be. Back to reheating and folding the metal. How in the world did Daidara-san manage to finish these so quickly?

At Shinji's question, however, he looks up from his continued work- having just switched to a fire-absorbing Persona.]

Too brittle. It would shatter if anyone tried to put much strength in a swing.

[Or if he used it to block. He loves every aspect of his soul (even the creepy ones, double-au tee eff Mara and Incubus), but he's tired of having to rely solely on them and his fists to fight. He is no boxer.]

[Some of his teammates found the staying in the corner and being quiet uncanny. It was who Shinji was. As he works on his own things, he realizes he hadn't really worked at weapons since a while. It's just a question of knowing the basics.]

Tch. Not worth carrying around if it'll just break.

[He is pretty gruff around the edges, but Shinji does know a bit about forging. Definitely not an expert or even average, but considering how the tower is, there's time to learn and expand what he already knows.]

Did you quench and temper it yet?

[Well, seeing as how he's the leader of his own team and the one who is usually quiet, he can't quite look at it that way. Shinji has a point, though. Something he acknowledges with a slight nod as he tries to get back to work. However, he does pause at the inquiry.]

Not yet. I've been getting it back to the proper length again.

[Meaning he had to start over... but how many times? ...Either way, he doesn't seem to mind any possible pointers.]

[He...tentatively walks over, sighing, looking at the dents on it.]

You're not heating it enough. And your hammer's too small.

[He grabs a larger one with a flatter angle. Yu will probably find it heaver than Shinji does.]

Try this one.

[It's pretty obvious he hasn't done much with working on actual weapons, isn't it. He sighs, having known he was doing something wrong... just not what.]

Ah. Thanks. [Taking it- ...Yep, definitely on the heavier side. He is definitely not as physically strong, but... okay yeah, he managed to drag Kanji's plates into the alternate entrance to the Velvet Room, he's got this.

First though, heating it a bit more so it's more malleable.]

[Well it's a start. Shinji's already looking around in the room now, letting him go back to his own thing.]

Right. Whatever.

[The room's filled with strange contraptions and machines, but he's looking for one in particular. However, this level is so huge it might take a while.]

[> There is a hydrolic hammer in the back.]
[> What's more, it's broken down and looks like it hasn't been used in a while...]
[> ...]
[> Try and fix it?]

[Meanwhile, Yu at least finishes reheating and shaping the sword...sob.]

[> Definitely try to repair it.
>....
> The damage is extensive. This might take you a few days.]

Tch. Figures. Shit, thought it was bad at the shop...

[By this time, Shinji is pretty far away. You can only hear him moving metal in the back.]

[> ...]
[> You decide to leave him be for now and continue trying by hand.]
[> This might take you another couple weeks...]

[> You spend most of the rest of that day fixing the machine. Why'd you do this again?

> ...oh right.

> This will have to be continued in a later log...]

[> You come back to the front of the workshop today to find that the other has left.]

[> What's more, there is a second fairly heavy ~~to normal people~~ street sign waiting for you next to the other one...]

[> Yes this is going to be continued in another log but Yu thought it was better safe then sorry to prepare a spare in case the one someone welded broke apart.]

[> The fourth wall just got knocked on.]

[YES I SEE THIS BUS SIGN AND THE 4TH WALL GRAFFITI, THANK YOU.]

[NO PROB, BRO.]

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