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towerofanimus2012-06-27 03:28 pm
endinsentiment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-27 03:28 pm
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LET'S START A RIOT, A RIOT
Characters: An asshole, a fairy and a puppet walk into a bar... along with everyone else.
Setting: Various! Part 1 backdated to the 12th- everything else, from the 25th to the 30th
Format: Starting in action, but I'll follow you!
Summary: Vanitas gets the jump on Link and then proceeds to trawl through the tower, stealing shit from missing occupants. And a few not-so-missing occupants.
Warnings: A few fights-- and a soccer ball.
Locked to OoT/MM Link (backdated to June 12th):
[The tower was full of panic already, just under two weeks without power or sufficient sources of food. As always, people were greedy, snatching up what they could for themselves and hoarding it, survival of the fittest-- or the most well prepared.]
[Vanitas doesn't need to be prepared. Stalking through the tower, he's keeping an eye out. For anyone, really. Someone who's scrounged around, found some food for themselves. Someone too busy trying to keep alive, they won't even see him coming.]
[Why look for himself, when he can leave all the hard work to someone else-- and leave them empty handed?]
Floor Twenty-Five, Open:
[Considering the occupant, the meadow seems to be living up to it's expectation as... well, entirely innocent. Vanitas has finished with the major game-- right now, he's trying out one of his new toys.]
[It's round. Checkered in black and white, he's keeping it up in the air, lifting his knees to allow the ball to bounce back up, catching it again with his elbow, the crown of his head.]
[For once, Vanitas isn't actually bothering anyone-- aside from the person he stole the soccer ball from. He's just enjoying a new sport.]
Dormitory Floor 1/Room 1-06, Open:
(TBA once I fiddle with photoshop, ahurr.)
Locked to OU Xion- Floor Thirty-Four:
[Stealing things has a sort of satisfaction to it. The imminent reactions that he may receive from the missing occupants (if they actually returned) was something to look forward to... but he needed something for now. Something to tie him over.]
[Xion won't even need to go into her room to realize something is wrong. A seashell rests in the middle of the hallway, cracked. Like someone's stepped on it, or perhaps just dropped it in their hurry. Her trunk has been trashed, a few smaller shells laying about-- but the rest of them?]
[The rest of them form a small path-- or most of them do. By the time Vanitas reaches the small platform of an island, he only has a handful left. Staring down at the abyss, he's thinking. What would it be like... if he just jumped?]
[Holding up a seashell, he lets it drop from his hand. That answers that question. And it's one seashell Xion would be rather hard pressed to get back. A win-win situation.]
[Really, Vanitas is only just starting to enjoy himself.]
OOC: feel free to post reactions and the like in here as well, if your character comes back to find their stuff missing! Also, you're welcome to thread them finding their stuff, as well. A list of missing stuff is in this post; if you wanted your character's stuff to go missing, just post there.
Setting: Various! Part 1 backdated to the 12th- everything else, from the 25th to the 30th
Format: Starting in action, but I'll follow you!
Summary: Vanitas gets the jump on Link and then proceeds to trawl through the tower, stealing shit from missing occupants. And a few not-so-missing occupants.
Warnings: A few fights-- and a soccer ball.
Locked to OoT/MM Link (backdated to June 12th):
[The tower was full of panic already, just under two weeks without power or sufficient sources of food. As always, people were greedy, snatching up what they could for themselves and hoarding it, survival of the fittest-- or the most well prepared.]
[Vanitas doesn't need to be prepared. Stalking through the tower, he's keeping an eye out. For anyone, really. Someone who's scrounged around, found some food for themselves. Someone too busy trying to keep alive, they won't even see him coming.]
[Why look for himself, when he can leave all the hard work to someone else-- and leave them empty handed?]
Floor Twenty-Five, Open:
[Considering the occupant, the meadow seems to be living up to it's expectation as... well, entirely innocent. Vanitas has finished with the major game-- right now, he's trying out one of his new toys.]
[It's round. Checkered in black and white, he's keeping it up in the air, lifting his knees to allow the ball to bounce back up, catching it again with his elbow, the crown of his head.]
[For once, Vanitas isn't actually bothering anyone-- aside from the person he stole the soccer ball from. He's just enjoying a new sport.]
Dormitory Floor 1/Room 1-06, Open:
(TBA once I fiddle with photoshop, ahurr.)
Locked to OU Xion- Floor Thirty-Four:
[Stealing things has a sort of satisfaction to it. The imminent reactions that he may receive from the missing occupants (if they actually returned) was something to look forward to... but he needed something for now. Something to tie him over.]
[Xion won't even need to go into her room to realize something is wrong. A seashell rests in the middle of the hallway, cracked. Like someone's stepped on it, or perhaps just dropped it in their hurry. Her trunk has been trashed, a few smaller shells laying about-- but the rest of them?]
[The rest of them form a small path-- or most of them do. By the time Vanitas reaches the small platform of an island, he only has a handful left. Staring down at the abyss, he's thinking. What would it be like... if he just jumped?]
[Holding up a seashell, he lets it drop from his hand. That answers that question. And it's one seashell Xion would be rather hard pressed to get back. A win-win situation.]
[Really, Vanitas is only just starting to enjoy himself.]
OOC: feel free to post reactions and the like in here as well, if your character comes back to find their stuff missing! Also, you're welcome to thread them finding their stuff, as well. A list of missing stuff is in this post; if you wanted your character's stuff to go missing, just post there.
Gee I wonder where this could be...
Waiting isn't easy either, not to mention Xion's own problem of accidentally tearing away the memories of others around her on occasion. It's enough that at some point, Xion gets up to go to her room, collect one of her sewing projects to work on.
Or at least that was the plan until she saw the broken shell, lying in the middle of the hallway floor. She freezes. Kneels down. Picks the she pieces up with shaking fingers. She knew this shell. Knew it as well as she knew her name. Knew it for all the times she'd take that bag out, carefully spread her small collection out on her bedspread, holding, treasuring... remembering. Remembering happier times, remembering Roxas, and Axel... remembering their connections, their friendship.
She cradles the pieces gently, oh so gently, as she turns towards her room, half-dreading what she'll find.
The disaster that is her trunk makes her stomach sink, and a quick search confirms her fears. Someone had taken the shells. But who, and why?
The cracked shell is left behind on her bed, as she runs back out into the hallway to look for others. And that's when she spots another, lying near the stairs downward. She can't leave it there. She can't leave any of them. Whoever stole them has the bag, but it isn't difficult to run back to her room briefly and convert one of her projects into a makeshift sack. She follows the trail, picking them up as she goes, a feeling of dread in her stomach.
She finally reaches Floor 34, looks up near the end of the trail, and sees who is waiting.
The bag falls from nerveless fingers. Emotions drawn to their breaking point over the long month snap, and all caution is thrown to the winds. Tears spring to her eyes. There's a maelstrom of emotions inside her - hurt, frustration, panic, anger. What right did he have to touch them, after all he'd done?!
She can only choke out one word]
Why?!