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towerofanimus2012-07-23 08:12 pm
fusedstars) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-23 08:12 pm
Entry tags:
Multi-tasking
Characters: Hei and you
Setting: Floors 1 and 25
Format: Prose, but can be action too
Summary: Hei gets started on cooking and fighting lessons, and some downtime
Warnings: possible slapping around people?
Floor 1 - Morning
Breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Really, Hei was up for cooking about almost anything he could get his hands on, if edible. And that's what he was doing, making a nice healthy breakfast, with some very tasting looking meals to boot. Truly, he was talented. Still, he was far from done, having just gotten started.
And seemed to be waiting for others to see what they would want, or if they were willing to learn. Wait and see.
Floor 25 - Afternoon
He had sent out a private message to those interested in training. And thankfully, floor 25 was the safest place it seemed. He had heard other people going there, and he did some investigating the day before, and thus far, everything was okay. Out of everywhere in this damn tower, it was the safest spot to train, and plenty of room for everyone to do their training. For the time being, Hei sat in the field, legs crossed and sighing, waiting for those interested in learning to come. The sooner, the better.
Or maybe you are here to spar? Either way, Hei was your man.
Floor 25 - Night
With training and cooking done, the final part of his day was almost done. Floor 25 seemed the safest in the night, and proven so when he hardly encountered any type of dangerous creature. He should be patrolling, but there were other things in mind, such as testing out a certain little gift the doctors gave him, to see the stars above. And he was doing just that, looking through his telescope and gazing up at the sky.
However, for his favorite activity, he seemed far sadder than most would, a heavy frown on his face, far more different than usual. Maybe it had to do with this tower, maybe it had to do with a certain woman and the rest of his friends, but most importantly, it was all of the above. Soon enough, he sighed heavily, sitting back on the grass. He didn't mind fake stars. Really, he just wanted to be alone right now. Knowing his luck though, that would not happen.
Setting: Floors 1 and 25
Format: Prose, but can be action too
Summary: Hei gets started on cooking and fighting lessons, and some downtime
Warnings: possible slapping around people?
Floor 1 - Morning
Breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Really, Hei was up for cooking about almost anything he could get his hands on, if edible. And that's what he was doing, making a nice healthy breakfast, with some very tasting looking meals to boot. Truly, he was talented. Still, he was far from done, having just gotten started.
And seemed to be waiting for others to see what they would want, or if they were willing to learn. Wait and see.
Floor 25 - Afternoon
He had sent out a private message to those interested in training. And thankfully, floor 25 was the safest place it seemed. He had heard other people going there, and he did some investigating the day before, and thus far, everything was okay. Out of everywhere in this damn tower, it was the safest spot to train, and plenty of room for everyone to do their training. For the time being, Hei sat in the field, legs crossed and sighing, waiting for those interested in learning to come. The sooner, the better.
Or maybe you are here to spar? Either way, Hei was your man.
Floor 25 - Night
With training and cooking done, the final part of his day was almost done. Floor 25 seemed the safest in the night, and proven so when he hardly encountered any type of dangerous creature. He should be patrolling, but there were other things in mind, such as testing out a certain little gift the doctors gave him, to see the stars above. And he was doing just that, looking through his telescope and gazing up at the sky.
However, for his favorite activity, he seemed far sadder than most would, a heavy frown on his face, far more different than usual. Maybe it had to do with this tower, maybe it had to do with a certain woman and the rest of his friends, but most importantly, it was all of the above. Soon enough, he sighed heavily, sitting back on the grass. He didn't mind fake stars. Really, he just wanted to be alone right now. Knowing his luck though, that would not happen.
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It'd be rude.
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It was the truth. He couldn't--wait, no he could actually eat all the food by himself. He just didn't want to, with it being limited and all, and the last thing he desired was to be at fault when food ran low. Moreover, it was better if everyone ate something more filling than oatmeal, especially how it was served here.
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It's something he can be thankful for. Honestly, the oatmeal reminds him too much of the Yuriev Institute (it doesn't help that all he has to wear outside of those weird suit things originally from the tower was the Institute uniforms). He'd rather not eat it anymore. "There's a lot I haven't tried before. I wouldn't know where to start."
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