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towerofanimus2012-04-29 08:47 pm
viditlibertas) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-29 08:47 pm
☆ A Gloomy Person
Characters: The Anguished One, and anyone else pulled in.
Setting: Floor 38, the upper lounge, and floor 36, where the staircase crumbles.
Format: Any is fine, it's up to you guys. :|b
Summary: For all he knows, he fell during the fight with Polaris. Time to dwell on this! And then later, getting stumped by stairs.
Warning: Sorta-jittery staralien waxing poetic on his angst, followed by also jumping being a very new activity.
The world he knew was now out of his reach. It was gone from him, he could feel it.
Awakening in such a condition had left him more rattled than he had ever felt, but it wasn't the sinking despair of failure, not really...it was how cut off he was. His instinct had been to call for his demons, or to teleport back to the the Shining One's side, but nothing answered. He was alone in a strange room, within some other world, and last he could recall was the true face of Polaris staring them down. Only then did he truly despair at the amount of loss he'd suffered, but it wasn't the same sort of terror most would have felt. He had known their gamble from the start. If they had failed, then he was forced to accept it.
[Floor 38]
But, why was he still conscious? Was this some strange punishment, enacted by Polaris? Maybe he was still at the record, and the others were outside, still fighting? His priority became to find some sort of view outside, but when he arrived on the lounge floor, his insides seemed to still. The Anguished One approached the glass, peering out in to the nothingness...then sat down in front of it, curling his arms around his knees and kept watching.
He decided then that he had been foolish for ever trying to challenge Polaris.
[Floor 36]
After spending quite some time sorting out the gravity of his current situation, the Anguished One decided to try and motivate himself for exploration- but only made it to floor thirty-six before he hit a snag. Once he hovered in to the floor, he found...his feet on the ground? And despite his best efforts, he could not get himself up and flying once again. While this was odd and troubling, that wasn't as bad as when he eventually came to the edge of the staircase, when jumping became required. He could walk of course (even if he did so like it was weird), but...he'd never leaped anywhere without hovering or flying to make the difference. Was he willing to chance that? Would it be better to first wonder about his density on this new world...? Or was he simply overthinking it?
Regardless, he'd be stuck in awkward contemplation mode while standing at the edge for quite some time, at this rate.
Setting: Floor 38, the upper lounge, and floor 36, where the staircase crumbles.
Format: Any is fine, it's up to you guys. :|b
Summary: For all he knows, he fell during the fight with Polaris. Time to dwell on this! And then later, getting stumped by stairs.
Warning: Sorta-jittery staralien waxing poetic on his angst, followed by also jumping being a very new activity.
The world he knew was now out of his reach. It was gone from him, he could feel it.
Awakening in such a condition had left him more rattled than he had ever felt, but it wasn't the sinking despair of failure, not really...it was how cut off he was. His instinct had been to call for his demons, or to teleport back to the the Shining One's side, but nothing answered. He was alone in a strange room, within some other world, and last he could recall was the true face of Polaris staring them down. Only then did he truly despair at the amount of loss he'd suffered, but it wasn't the same sort of terror most would have felt. He had known their gamble from the start. If they had failed, then he was forced to accept it.
[Floor 38]
But, why was he still conscious? Was this some strange punishment, enacted by Polaris? Maybe he was still at the record, and the others were outside, still fighting? His priority became to find some sort of view outside, but when he arrived on the lounge floor, his insides seemed to still. The Anguished One approached the glass, peering out in to the nothingness...then sat down in front of it, curling his arms around his knees and kept watching.
He decided then that he had been foolish for ever trying to challenge Polaris.
[Floor 36]
After spending quite some time sorting out the gravity of his current situation, the Anguished One decided to try and motivate himself for exploration- but only made it to floor thirty-six before he hit a snag. Once he hovered in to the floor, he found...his feet on the ground? And despite his best efforts, he could not get himself up and flying once again. While this was odd and troubling, that wasn't as bad as when he eventually came to the edge of the staircase, when jumping became required. He could walk of course (even if he did so like it was weird), but...he'd never leaped anywhere without hovering or flying to make the difference. Was he willing to chance that? Would it be better to first wonder about his density on this new world...? Or was he simply overthinking it?
Regardless, he'd be stuck in awkward contemplation mode while standing at the edge for quite some time, at this rate.
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...A bit of both, probably.
"Do you know what floor's after this?"
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"When he is feeling up to it, I will be glad to discuss the matter with him. Should he be able to do so without issue, anyway. Many I have met were rather...cruel to the human they inhabited." Alcor's eyes impossibly narrowed a slight amount more at the thought. His most trivial regret was not snapping at his two bumbling demons for being rather crude with Fumi. He needed to keep more of an eye on things, if such a situation arose again.
But more to the point, "I haven't been able to go further than you aided me with. Have you?"
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At the last question, Tatsuya shrugged. No, he hadn't either, but it was always possible to ask what's on the floors, wasn't it? Still, yeah, that was kind of a silly question.
"No." He paused, staring down the staircase as they walked.
"...Guess we'll find out soon, huh?" Oh well, at least this was kind of like an adventure!
With possible horrible deaths. But mostly adventure!
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Alcor searched around for the proper word for several steps.
"...not my strong suite." There we go, perfect. "Should there be more obstacles ahead of us, I will appreciate your aid, Tatsuya."
Aaaaaadventuuuuuuure! Luckily they seem to be close to the stairs, so lets see how horribly mangled they can get!
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The key word here being "tried". As soon as he tried to concentrate, it was as if Apollo were a cat that tried to leap outside, but he accidentally slammed into a really clean glass door. A headache, confusion, and seeing stars for a second or two.
Tatsuya...did not look well!
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Um. Was that, normal?
"Are you okay, Tatsuya? You seem to be ill."
...understatement of the universe award.
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"I'm fine." And he was, or at least he wasn't sick. "I...can't summon Apollo, for some reason." Not being able to summon him is a whole lot better than Apollo not being there entirely, so there was some comfort for him, but still, what the hell.
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The only one that could do something like that that he knew of was Benetnasch, but...the other was gone. Now wasn't the time to be thinking of such things.
"We should focus on progressing. Hopefully these issues are rectified further ahead."