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towerofanimus2012-04-30 01:08 am
vvvroom) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-30 01:08 am
First Sin | Intro
Characters: Tatsuya Suou and everyone
Setting: Room 2-17 and then every part of the Tower that's safe, as he's exploring.
Format: Prose at the beginning, might change to match whoever is replying.
Summary: While Jun gets sad, Tatsuya gets angry and tries to find what's up with this Tower and why resetting time didn't work.
Warnings: Warning for Persona 2 spoilers and a truckload of Feels and Cries and Sads.
Room 2-17: Tatsuya stared at the letter for a full five minutes before the world around him began to register again. He couldn't even hear anything for awhile, just a bunch of small sounds at once that blurred into one another. It felt like hours passed as he stared at the letter, but he could find no meaning behind it.
Your world was destroyed.
I saved you.
Bullshit. Plain and simple bullshit. What was even happening? Where was this place? Time was supposed to be reset, right? Then why did...
He thought about before that moment, before his memories would be snatched up, and in that moment of weakness he couldn't, he outright refused to let go of what precious memories he had, and in that one moment of weakness, he clearly doomed everyone and now look what happened. Your world was destroyed. And it was all-
...No. No, that...couldn't be right. Something was wrong. Philemon, that horse's ass, wasn't involved with this, he was sure. Neither was Nyarlathotep, he'd probably be outright gloating about it. He was sure of it, as was Apollo. Plus, the letter...didn't look like it was gloating. But...what could have happened?
Tatsuya experimentally tugged on his collar for a bit before looking in his trunk. Everything in...pieces. Great. At least his bag was still there, so he grabbed it, fished around for the lighter and grabbed it too, almost white-knuckling it. Maybe he could fix his sword later, so he had to be careful around here. Where ever "here" was.
He was going to find out.
Everywhere Else: A young Japanese man could be seen wandering the different floors of the Tower, a white bag slung over his shoulder. Maybe the person he ran into was also new, or maybe they've been here for awhile, but regardless, it wouldn't hurt to have introductions. It seemed like he was new, and determined to explore this new place as much as possible.
Clearly, that poor bastard didn't know what awaited him here.
Setting: Room 2-17 and then every part of the Tower that's safe, as he's exploring.
Format: Prose at the beginning, might change to match whoever is replying.
Summary: While Jun gets sad, Tatsuya gets angry and tries to find what's up with this Tower and why resetting time didn't work.
Warnings: Warning for Persona 2 spoilers and a truckload of Feels and Cries and Sads.
Room 2-17: Tatsuya stared at the letter for a full five minutes before the world around him began to register again. He couldn't even hear anything for awhile, just a bunch of small sounds at once that blurred into one another. It felt like hours passed as he stared at the letter, but he could find no meaning behind it.
Your world was destroyed.
I saved you.
Bullshit. Plain and simple bullshit. What was even happening? Where was this place? Time was supposed to be reset, right? Then why did...
He thought about before that moment, before his memories would be snatched up, and in that moment of weakness he couldn't, he outright refused to let go of what precious memories he had, and in that one moment of weakness, he clearly doomed everyone and now look what happened. Your world was destroyed. And it was all-
...No. No, that...couldn't be right. Something was wrong. Philemon, that horse's ass, wasn't involved with this, he was sure. Neither was Nyarlathotep, he'd probably be outright gloating about it. He was sure of it, as was Apollo. Plus, the letter...didn't look like it was gloating. But...what could have happened?
Tatsuya experimentally tugged on his collar for a bit before looking in his trunk. Everything in...pieces. Great. At least his bag was still there, so he grabbed it, fished around for the lighter and grabbed it too, almost white-knuckling it. Maybe he could fix his sword later, so he had to be careful around here. Where ever "here" was.
He was going to find out.
Everywhere Else: A young Japanese man could be seen wandering the different floors of the Tower, a white bag slung over his shoulder. Maybe the person he ran into was also new, or maybe they've been here for awhile, but regardless, it wouldn't hurt to have introductions. It seemed like he was new, and determined to explore this new place as much as possible.
Clearly, that poor bastard didn't know what awaited him here.
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