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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]
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That he did. Frankenstein stitches and all.
[> You more than sense the fact that someone still isn't too happy and back to his normal self...]
Yes. [Yu nods, and upon thinking about it... Well, anyone who knew him would be rather worried about the look in his eyes.] ...Think we can get a hand on another street sign?
[Swords are too quick. Plus he'd rather bludgeon rather than kill. Yu won't say anything about the whole caring thing; he got the feeling someone didn't like the sentimental approach when he gave him the katana. ...Yeah, mutual acceptance is good.]
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Depends. I can't make another but I ain't using mine as much...think you can handle the weight? That thing ain't exactly light.
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I tossed Ken up at a high elevated platform for a direct course for Jason's face on no food, water, or power if that tells you anything.
[Okay, he may be lying there. There was willpower and 'I WILL FUCKING STAB YOU, YOU ASSHOLE' going on in his head somewhere... as a whisper... that he ignored as well as he could.
What the Samuel Hellsinki had he been thinking that week?]
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Tch. Ken's pretty small.
[He holds out his axe and waits for Yu to take it. He knows there is literally no way for people to lift that axe up even if he makes it easy holding it with one hand, but....well, maybe he can gauge his reaction on how Yu tries it to see if he's really serious about the whole Bus Stop Sign thing.
Or maybe he's just being a dick. It's not a size of Shinji many get to see, for better or for worse.]
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When not weighed down by the crap they put in him, yeah.
[A flicker of disgust crosses his face at the memory. Anger and stress had always been good motivators for him. Just ask Adachi- oh, wait.
He knows logically that the first thing that'll happen is that the axe will definitely fall to the ground, so subconsciously he changes to Yoshitsune just to protect himself slightly before even trying
and damn if he isn't stubborn, especially after everything that happened.You ass.]
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And the axe goes predictably towards the floor, as he catches it with a hand before it full falls down, bringing it right back up and shrugging at him.]
Better not injure yourself with it, Narukami.
[Whatever that was all about, he seems to have passed. Shinji turns around and indicates for the other to follow him.]
Left it in the workshop. Best way to use it is swinging it like a baseball bat.
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Yeah. That hurt the most. It's the only thing about the entire thing that he can't forgive himself for, and it shows in his Persona.
Yet the fact that he couldn't support the axe's weight on his own seemed to make something click back in place with the realization. There was no way he would be strong enough to support it on his own, just like he wouldn't be strong enough to support anyone in trying to do things alone. Like he tried when he made those mistakes, like before he moved to Inaba in the first place. Funny- the moments he remembers things like this always have to be during the low points.]
I won't, Aragaki-san.
[For some reason, the anger seems to have subsided... and not because of shock. He was beginning to think clearly again, try and take things from a more analytical standpoint as he follows. That was one hell of a reality check, man.]
... Got it. [No, he was not going to chuckle at that. After all, it was Margaret who had given him a baseball bat to begin with...]
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Make sure you whack him with the blunt, flat end. The steel bar can break his nose if you swing hard enough too.
[As he speaks, he retrieves it from a table, bringing it over to Yu. Suddenly, he strikes it at the ground, cause it it to dig into the stone for a few inches (he's reven more stronger than he looks). But now...it stands up right.
It's all yours, Yu.
The bus stop sign in the stone floor.
The holiest of relics that is capable of defeating Adachi's...face. ]
1/3
Wow, Doc. That's a lot of stuff in just one space. Not that he minded nor touched any of it, considering that would be rather rude of him. Instead he silently follows. Of course... that would cause the most widespread damage, not to mention the most insult to injury. A broken nose would just piss him off or kill if hit in the right angle.
Yu nods, blinking once at the sudden show of strength. (It seems legit, though - what with Augustus...) Though really, what the hell was with this line of teasing? It was almost as bad as Teddies commercial one-liners. ...Almost.
Now he misses that silly bear.]
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One time... two times... three times... four...
...
It isn't budging an inch.
There is dust from the attempts, but it's barely moved a millimeter...
Five times... six times... seven...
Even more dust stirs, but it's barely moved...
Eight... nine... ten...
Well, one can't blame him for being persistent. He's still try-]
I. regret. nothing.
It was... rare to hear that voice. Rarer still since he awakened in the tower again with the others, and it's been rather quiet since. After all, they were both still recovering from being so very close to the breaking point...
Yu frowns, shakes his head, takes one more deep breath and pulls. Both hands, yes, but still...
Eleven. The eleventh try was all it took. The momentum was close to making him lose his balance, and had he not prepared himself, it more than likely would have. But instead he stands there, holding it almost-effortlessly in both hands a couple inches off the ground..
...
YU GOT THE THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!]
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[Oh right. He's a mood ruiner. Just in case you forgot that, he's going to comment on your posture just like he does with Aki despite the fact the other could punch out his lights and is a champion boxer. It's just the way Shinjiro rolls.
On the other hand, he does seem to have a slight hint of a smirk on his face.]
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... The weight is a little different, and it'll take some getting used to... but he could probably manage.]
Better?
Please hover your mouse over everything he says for an official translation.
[Go ahead. It's not like he's going anywhere right now.]
Sure you don't want something a little more blunt?
team moms/dads/whatever and their hidden words, go~
Yu nods faintly. At first, it's only a few practice swings before returning to his stance as if he were only striking once. It's certainly different, like the baseball bat had been for a while. The question stops him for only a brief second.]
I'm sure. [He sighs.] Just isn't my style.
[A few more strikes, and he goes to complete a full combo. He isn't as strong, not by a long shot, but that last swing definitely left a scratch on the floor.]
ace roleplayers and hovercodes
[The last swing definitely left a mark on the floor. That wasn't bad. He did have some strength to him.]
So, mind telling me more 'bout the guy?
[Considering Shinji is switching the subject, it is a good indicator that he's satisfied with your performance and won't be asking you for anything else again.]
best combination, imho
...He was reassigned to the police department in Inaba after some screw up in the city. In my time, we had something called the Midnight Channel. Most of us thought it was just some dumb rumor, but touching the screen made me realize our power... I can only guess it's when he realized the same thing.
[He sighs, leaning against a work bench across from Shinjiro. This was going to suck.]
Unfortunately, he figured it out first. While he was assigned to protect this reporter, he tried to hit on her. She refused him, and there just so happened to be a TV nearby...
[Shinji can guess the rest about what happened there.]
...They found her hanging upside down from a TV antenna the next day, dead. Then he was assigned the case alongside my uncle.