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towerofanimus2012-07-02 12:47 am
pitiedthefool) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-02 12:47 am
005 | ❝Come back for the hope that you've stolen...❞
Characters: Yu and you it will never get old
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the doorunless you're his roommate). For close CR, there's an animal other than a crane for them of their choosing. He was in a giving mood. :c
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the door
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
Floor One: Monday
[Still, a growing teen answers the demands of his stomach, and it wasn't long before he had to shuffle out in search of food. When he opened the door out into the hall, however, he was lucky enough to be looking down, otherwise he would have trampled the little paper crane that had been left behind... not that he knew that's what it was. He let out a surprised noise as he picked it up, tugging gently at the wings; what, this was made out of paper?! How'd they do that?!]
[He glanced around, trying to spot who had left it, but the fact that he didn't see anyone and his stomach was practically yelling in protest made him give up quickly. Luke trotted down to the cafeteria, holding the little paper bird cupped in his hands like a little kid.]
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Oh. Hello, Luke. [Is it odd to see him look completely normal? Well, aside from the somewhat jaded look.]
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[Finally, his expression brightened enough so that he could smile, if only a little.]
Hi, Yu!
[He let out a small chuckle, shifting the crane over to one hand so he could rub the back of his neck.]
...it's weird, your voice sounded a little different in my head.
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Yu nods, his smile slipping to his usual emotionless mask even though the cheer remained in his eyes.]
Really? How so? [Now you got him curious, Luke.]
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[He was really trying not to think about it. Even now, his hand was going to his ears, making sure they were really there and he wasn't just imagining this conversation. It was frightening when you couldn't even trust your own eyes to tell you that what was happening was real.]
Oh... um... a-anyway, you wouldn't happen to know what this is, right?
[He held out the little paper crane.]
I found it outside my door... I'm not even really sure who it's supposed to go to...
[Oh geeze, what if he took something that was supposed to go to one of his roommates? He really didn't think things through at all, did he?]
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[It's okay Luke; they aren't there. His lips are moving, and it isn't in your head. After all... he has a way to dispel all lies. At the question though, he gives a nod.]
It's called an origami crane. [He chuckles.] I tried leaving one for everyone who was stuck in that madness.
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[SOB he forgot, don't hate him, Yu--]
[...wait. Wait. Did that mean Yu made that little paper bird for him? He flushed a bright shade of red, looking away (though he hugged the paper bird a little closer to his chest).]
Th-thanks.
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[He doesn't hate you, Luke. In face, it was pretty funny now that he thought about it. Purse owner... pffffft.
Yu chuckles.]
They're meant to be symbols of happiness and wishing others well. I couldn't make one thousand for everyone, but I tried.
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Hunh? What happens when you make a thousand?
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In my world, there's this ancient legend that promises a wish will be granted to anyone who folds one thousand of them. People from my country usually give them as gifts for good luck, or to wish someone well if they're sick.
Any way you want to look at it, they always represent well-wishes for happiness.
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[Luke looked down at the little paper crane, wondering... but nah, that was crazy. Folding paper couldn't make wishes come true.]
Still pretty cool. Where'd you learn to do that?
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...My father taught me when I was a kid.
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[Fathers are a bit of a sour spot... namely, his sucks, and... well, obviously he let Van down if his world ended up getting destroyed and he's the only one that survived.]
[...okay, seriously, Yu, we need a topic change.]
What're you doing?
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It sucks to be a protagonist.]Ah. [He chuckles a bit.] Bake home, I used to do a lot of the cooking when we had enough ingredients in the fridge. [Wonder why?] We had enough stocked now, so... I thought I might as well pick that hobby up again.
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Oh... on Auldrant, my group took turns cooking. [He made a face.] Guy used to accuse my food of being 'avaunt garde'. I'm... not even sure what that means.
and then i realized my typo D:
...I have no idea, either. [Noooot one of the languages he knows.] The girls in my group are kind of...lethal chefs.
[HEY, YUKIKO GOT BETTER, YU- ...still bland, though.]
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Tch... seems like a lot of girls can't cook. You should see Natalia's cooking.
orz
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Yeah!
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Go ahead and get a plate down, then.
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[Luke looked around, grabbing a chair and dragging it over to where the plates where just out of his reach -- damn his shortness. He grabbed a handful of plates in case anyone else came in.]