The Nontriumphant R/Getting Back in the Saddle

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Characters: Shoutarou and errybody
Setting: Several places!
Format: Action, will follow.
Summary: After six months in ruined Fuuto, one half-boiled fellow returns to hell.
Warnings: Angst and more angst and maybe swearing? Also potential threadjacks by Philip.

A - Second Dorm Floor

[Sleep paralysis...he hasn't felt that in...well, a long time. A very long time. And it's just as unsettling as it was the last time he did.

Granted, the last time he felt it, he was...in that tower. Could he be back there?

After what feels like an eternity, thanks to both the distorted perception of time from both the sleep paralysis and anticipation of what he'll see when his vision is regained, he can move.

A clean bed...

A room. That same style of room, even.

That same ridiculous suit. This can't be real, though. Clearly, trying to survive alone for so long has caused him to snap - enough that pinching himself does nothing. Maybe this is real.

Shoutarou scrambles up, and gets dressed in a flurry, before tearing down the hall and yelling out names. He sounds kinda...desperate, really.]

PHILLIP! FRANCISCA! ISABEL! FRANCIS! ROMEO! MOLLY! AMY! CORNET! VENTUS! ROXAS! FLETCHER!

B - Floor Four

[This place is still the same...same furniture, same crappy view. It's oddly comforting, though, compared to the ruins of Fuuto.]

C - Cafeteria

[Here, Shoutarou can be found working on getting reacquainted with decent food - after doing the oatmeal thing. It's nothing extravagant, but it's a huge step up from what he's endured over the past months.]

D - Floors 20 - Onward

[It would seem there are a lot of new places here. New places merit exploration, and mean new information. Shoutarou can be found on various floors, taking notes in a notebook. The floor itself is up to the poster.]

Comments

Second Dorm Floor

[forceless]

[He may have been on a different floor, but it wasn't that hard to hear someone running around in the halls yelling. Especially when someone was yelling your name.

He...hadn't really wanted to leave his room to be honest, but when he heard his own name being shouted it was a bit of a concern nowadays. He may have been just a bit paranoid.

So, he slowly crept out of his room and up the stairwell, watching the manic man from around the corner of the wall with a tired look of surprise and recognition.]

Shoutarou...?

{A} i.e. are you ready for bromance

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[About the only effective comfort from his stay in the ruins of his own personal Fuuto had been meeting up with Shou prior to it. Even if it had been brief, he'd not had to worry about what had happened to his partner and Akiko as much. The two had been separated while trying to escape, but that just made him sure that they had been on the right track.

Returning sort of put a dent in that idea somewhat, but it wasn't completely out the window. Especially when Shou could be heard shouting down the halls already. Phillip poked his head out the door, looking either way for wherever the heck you're yelling from. He didn't even bother to change yet or check his things in his trunk.]

Shoutaro? [See? He's right here. Yu can stop SHOUTaro-ing now.]

B

[vvvroom]

[Yeah, everything might have been the same. Except for this new guy wandering around and checking everything out.

New guy, world probably just destroyed too...]

[myblueskies]

Romeo heard his name being shouted and ran towards the sound, his eyes widened when he saw who it was. First miss Spain and now Shoutarou, except Shoutarou had shouted his name which meant the bad people hadn't stolen his memories.

"Mister Shoutarou!" He ran towards him and wrapped his arms around him. "You're back!"

2nd Dorm floor

[fracta_anima]

He practically ran smack dab into her as he was running into the hall. Minami had never seen him before and she jumped out of the way, pressing back against the wall and staring after him before calling out.

"Are you new or did you come back?"

She half doesn't expect him to even answer her. She wouldn't blame him at all with how frantic he sounds.