stalemates: (marshmallows)
Lambdadelta ☆ Witch of Certainty ([personal profile] stalemates) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-07-24 02:03 am

(no subject)

Characters: Lambdadelta and you!
Setting: Room 1-13, cafeteria, Floors 13, 26
Format: Action tags preferred, but I can match
Summary: A < cute > and < pop > lolita witch wakes up in the tower and tries to make the most of it.
Warnings: Well, playing around in the morgue. Otherwise, just check out my permissions post!


Room 1-13

[Waking in sleep paralysis causes a great distress in Lambdadelta. Was this it? Confirmation everything before this was a delusion, and she was still trapped in her hell? Everything, the love she shared with Bernkastel, having fun and laughing together with everyone in Beatrice's game...was it all just insanity and a means to drive her further into despair?

But, no, soon enough she's able to move, and she does so as soon as she can. What is she wearing? It's awful! She makes a face as she looks down at herself, quickly looking around for something else. This is first priority. She notices the trunk at the end of the bed and opens it, finding her usual pink dress within. After changing, she finally notices the letters.]

Pff, as if! That's funny, so funny I a-almost believed it. Sorry, WRO-ONG! Worlds are destroyed all the time, a witch like the great lady Lambdadelta wouldn't be caught up in it!

[And so she tosses them away, returning to her trunk to inspect. Ah, it's entirely filled with candy. She likes that.]


Cafeteria

[She sits in the cafeteria, staring down at the bowl of oatmeal before her. It doesn't exactly look edible. The look on her face is one of extreme disapproval, complete disgust and indignation.]

Wha-at?! We seriously have to eat this totally gross oatmeal?! …No, I take that back, I seriously have to eat it?! The great Lady Lambdadelta is being degraded to this level?!

[She pokes at it with her spoon, pouting.]


Floor Twenty-Six

[She may look incredibly out of place in the morgue in her bright pink decora lolita dress, but this girl seems quite interested in it. She fiddles with the tools and checks the chambers for bodies, several times pulling one out to closer inspect.]

Is this really what humans do with their dead? What's the point? I don't want to end up sitting around, looking gross like this...when I get home I'll tell Bern she better make sure to eat me right up while I'm still cute...

[Should someone else enter with enough noise to tip her off to their presence, they may be in for a real treat. She'll climb up on the bench with a corpse and wave its arm, turning its head as well and using her magic to make it smile.]


Floor Thirteen

[Lambdadelta sits on the alter at the front of the church, her legs crossed. She plays with a lollipop in her mouth while she reads from the book which was propped up on the alter, before she put it in her lap instead. If anyone comes in, she will immediately begin to watch them, whether they notice it or not. She stares. Grinning and unspeaking.]
doctor_dismemberment: (Default)

[personal profile] doctor_dismemberment 2012-08-25 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Richtofen crosses the distance to the chamber Lambdadelta's selected in a few long strides.]

I'm not at all opposed to other methods... [His hand goes to his hip, and he partially unsheathes a large combat knife that he has hooked to his belt. He flashes Lambdadelta a grin, then slides the knife back in place.] But some of these monsters are very, very hard to hit without getting a few scratches yourself.

[His smile fades.]

Or gashes.

[It's pretty obvious that he learned all this the hard way. Even he's surprised that he hasn't died more often in here, all things considered.]

But, anyway! [He's back to being chipper.] Let's have a look, shall we?

[He pulls the cold chamber open, still a bit wary of what might be inside.]
doctor_dismemberment: (Richtofen 2)

[personal profile] doctor_dismemberment 2012-08-28 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite the fact that he doesn't mind the odor of dead bodies himself (when you spend most of your time fighting the undead and frequently get covered in their blood and guts, you sort of stop caring about the smell), Richtofen laughs.]

What a charming idea! [He glances at Lambdadelta out of the corner of his eye.] I don't suppose you're able to make any appear with those witch powers of yours?
doctor_dismemberment: (Richtofen 2)

[personal profile] doctor_dismemberment 2012-08-30 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, lovely! [Richtofen turns on his heel and practically skips over to the tray of medical implements.] I'll take care of the cutting!

[He plucks the scalpel up again, and strides back over to where the body lay in the cold chamber. Unless Lambdadelta would like to lift it over to one of the autopsy tables - magically or otherwise - Richtofen is eager enough to cut it open where it lay.

He gives her a smile, noticeably more bright now that he's moments away from fulfilling his need to expose a dead body's insides.]


Ahh, this is going to be fun.
doctor_dismemberment: (Richtofen 2)

[personal profile] doctor_dismemberment 2012-08-31 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Richtofen chuckles, waving a hand in front of his face as if he's bashful.] Haha, oh, you flatter me.

[He stands next to Lambdadelta and the cold chamber, and, while it's a bit of an awkward angle, he thinks he can manage.]

Now, time for the operation!

[He grins a toothy grin, pressing the scalpel into the corpse just below the left side of its collarbone. When he drags the scalpel down at an angle, the skin splits easily under the metal. He repeats the action at the other collarbone, connecting the two incisions just between the pectorals, and then he makes one last long cut down the middle of the stomach. When he's finished, it looks like a large Y has been cut into the body, and the red of the corpse's muscles peek out from underneath its cool, pale skin.

He lifts his scalpel and regards it with a fond smile.]
Cuts like butter.
doctor_dismemberment: (Richtofen 2)

[personal profile] doctor_dismemberment 2012-09-09 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The bronchial tube, you mean?

[He reaches up into the body, and, with a quick cut from the scalpel, severs the other lung. He bites his lip, then goes on:] You see, it connects the lungs to the trachea... Did you know, by the way, that if you are determined enough, you can fit a whole hand into the trachea?

[Just don't expect the person on the other end to be able to breathe while that's going on.]