[open; backdated to wednesday]

[pchaaair]

Characters: Tavros and towerofanimus!
Setting: Nighttime, wandering the tower in various places, stairwells.
Format: Starting with action, but I can match!
Summary: Tavros doesn't want to stay cooped up in his room, but it's probably a stupid idea to leave at the same time.
Warnings: There will be death!

[Tavros had been taking the chance, honestly, when he had decided to start wandering around the darkened corridors that made up the tower at the moment. He couldn't stay in his room, though, even if there was some light in there. Being cooped up in there wasn't something he could do, even if he had his Fiduspawn cards with him and that would've been enough to entertain him for a short while, at least.

So! There's a young troll boy that's cautiously walking through the halls. He might be trying to find the source of everything, too, but with no success. He keeps hearing the voices of his friends, but he's so sure they aren't there-- at least, he thinks. One of them could've arrived and he hadn't seen them yet because everyone was so preoccupied with the issues they were facing now.

Either way, there is a thirteen-year-old troll boy cautiously moving through the hallways and up and down the stairwells-- anyone want to talk to him? He's trying to be brave, even if he thinks it's fake bravery. ]

Comments

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

This is becoming a preeeeeeeetty common position for you.

[Looming over him. She can either leave him there and go after a phantom or she can attempt to help him.

It's a tough decision.]

[pchaaair]

[He groans in pain, but when he realizes Vriska is there?

He's trying to move away from her, and at the same time, further away from the phantoms that are stalking after them.

That energy draining sure is awful, isn't it.]

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Give it up, Pupa. You can't move around like that.

[She casually nudges him in the side with her foot. She's still not as worried as she should be about the whole situation. But she's confident she can handle these stupid phantoms. Even if that one that looks like her lusus is a little intimidating.]

[pchaaair]

I am still, uh, going to try...

[His voice is softer than it usually is at this point-- from both the pain and the energy loss and everything that came with these phantoms.]

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Why try when it's useless for you?

[She's a little too focused on him, and doesn't notice the phantom closing in until a long leg sweeps into her, slamming her into the wall.]

Shit!

[pchaaair]

[All he manages is to get an inch further away than what he was before, really. He can't do much for Vriska at this point, but he is watching everything go down. It just keeps getting fuzzier as time goes on, though.]

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[Vriska hates the way her attention doesn't focus entirely on the phantom, hates the way her eyes inevitably flicker to Tavros to see if he's getting away. She didn't care, she'd been telling herself she didn't care. So why was her attention so divided?

She couldn't fight properly like this. Not with her mind on two things at once and the exhaustion creeping under her skin, settling in her bones as the phantom of her lusus saps the energy from her.

She tries to roll her dice, to achieve the coveted ancestral awakening. Nothing. Her dice are utterly useless.]

[pchaaair]

[Honestly-- being this close to the phantoms, unable to move, and all of that? He didn't have a chance to last long. He didn't care what Vriska was doing at this point.

But god, he sure just wanted to close his eyes and sleep right now.]