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towerofanimus2012-05-14 07:26 pm
thanabro) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-14 07:26 pm
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The arcana is the means by which all is revealed...
Characters: Ryoji and anyone who was interested in encountering him during the Witch Kiss mini-event.
Setting: May 9th, starting from floor 28 and working its way down.
Format: I'm starting off with prose but either works for me.
Summary: From the moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate.
Warning: Madoka spoilers? Persona 3 spoilers definitely. Also being creepy as hell, that's a warning too.
After that little encounter, Ryoji wandered down the stairs. He needed to find people, and tell them, and ease their pain. It was a simple task, but he knew he would meet resistance, like he did before.
No matter. He stopped at the twenty sixth floor to gaze into the morgue briefly, a small smile on his face. These people had stopped hurting. They were at peace. After a few moments of this, he turned and headed back down the stairs, going towards the media floor and then, perhaps, the lounge on the fourth floor. Failing that, he would head to the dorms.
Hopefully not, though. Bringing people to peace in their beds... while fitting, it would cause too much alarm.
Setting: May 9th, starting from floor 28 and working its way down.
Format: I'm starting off with prose but either works for me.
Summary: From the moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate.
Warning: Madoka spoilers? Persona 3 spoilers definitely. Also being creepy as hell, that's a warning too.
After that little encounter, Ryoji wandered down the stairs. He needed to find people, and tell them, and ease their pain. It was a simple task, but he knew he would meet resistance, like he did before.
No matter. He stopped at the twenty sixth floor to gaze into the morgue briefly, a small smile on his face. These people had stopped hurting. They were at peace. After a few moments of this, he turned and headed back down the stairs, going towards the media floor and then, perhaps, the lounge on the fourth floor. Failing that, he would head to the dorms.
Hopefully not, though. Bringing people to peace in their beds... while fitting, it would cause too much alarm.