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towerofanimus2012-08-26 02:53 pm
hardknoxlife) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-26 02:53 pm
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Characters: Ronald Knox and anyone else.
Setting: Starting off in the wrecks of the farm to the cathedral
Time: Floor 33 in the morning, Floor 13 in the afternoon
Format: Starting in action, will follow you.
Summary: Ronald retrieves a rather familiar looking pigeon and finally realizes the thing he'd been dreading
Warnings: For... reaper angst and pigeon shenanigans?
Floor 33:
[ Things had quieted down, to say the least. Truth be told, he was grateful for that. The whole fiasco with the tower nearly coming down and the whale was too much excitement for him to handle. Sure, it broke the monotony but that wasn't exactly the kind of excitement he was looking for. So Ronald had taken to wandering about the tower just to check for stragglers and the hopes that he could find his missing books.
The 33rd floor was a welcome break. He had to admit, seeing the light and the grass was good after all that despite the fact the place was an absolute wreck. With one step, he was off his mower and walking along when suddenly he heard the smallest sound that caught his attention. It was the coo of a pigeon. He'd know that sound anywhere. It caused him to look up, near frantically searching for the source of that coo when he found it right on the roof of the shed. That pigeon... he was sure he knew that pigeon but he had to make sure.
So if anyone would catch sight of him, they would walk in to him trying to reach up and coax the poor terrified bird from the roof of the shed... and failing miserably. ]
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Floor 13:
[ Much later after than pigeon fiasco would find Ronald curled up in one of the back pews. His legs are pulled up to his chest and that one particular pigeon has found himself nestled in his arms. But he's a changed Ronald, evident from the way he seemed to be devoid of his usual sunshine as his fingers lazily stroked the pigeon's head. This was where it began and strangely, it was fitting that this was where it ended. The first time he'd seen William's presence at the tower was here, when he was mulling over that nightmare he'd gotten from his death in the Labyrinth. Said pigeon, Julius as William had called him, seemed perfectly content hunched on the young reaper's chest and basking in the attention. ]
That's it then, eh, Jules? He's gone? Just like that?
[ There was a soft coo and Ronald ducked his head further, stifling the softest sniffle. ]
Didn't even get to fix anythin'. Now he's gone. Stupid bloody tower. Stupid bloody whale.
[ And he's gone and scrunched himself up into a ball with his knees to his chest and his head ducked down on them. Julius, unperturbed hops onto his shoulder like he belongs there, cooing ever so softly. Perhaps it would be too good for him to think that if he waited here long enough, he'd come back. He'd show up by the entrance the way he did that day and everything would be alright again. And around him, the mass continued in the same mumblings as it always did despite the condition of the cathedral itself. ]
Setting: Starting off in the wrecks of the farm to the cathedral
Time: Floor 33 in the morning, Floor 13 in the afternoon
Format: Starting in action, will follow you.
Summary: Ronald retrieves a rather familiar looking pigeon and finally realizes the thing he'd been dreading
Warnings: For... reaper angst and pigeon shenanigans?
Floor 33:
[ Things had quieted down, to say the least. Truth be told, he was grateful for that. The whole fiasco with the tower nearly coming down and the whale was too much excitement for him to handle. Sure, it broke the monotony but that wasn't exactly the kind of excitement he was looking for. So Ronald had taken to wandering about the tower just to check for stragglers and the hopes that he could find his missing books.
The 33rd floor was a welcome break. He had to admit, seeing the light and the grass was good after all that despite the fact the place was an absolute wreck. With one step, he was off his mower and walking along when suddenly he heard the smallest sound that caught his attention. It was the coo of a pigeon. He'd know that sound anywhere. It caused him to look up, near frantically searching for the source of that coo when he found it right on the roof of the shed. That pigeon... he was sure he knew that pigeon but he had to make sure.
So if anyone would catch sight of him, they would walk in to him trying to reach up and coax the poor terrified bird from the roof of the shed... and failing miserably. ]
---
Floor 13:
[ Much later after than pigeon fiasco would find Ronald curled up in one of the back pews. His legs are pulled up to his chest and that one particular pigeon has found himself nestled in his arms. But he's a changed Ronald, evident from the way he seemed to be devoid of his usual sunshine as his fingers lazily stroked the pigeon's head. This was where it began and strangely, it was fitting that this was where it ended. The first time he'd seen William's presence at the tower was here, when he was mulling over that nightmare he'd gotten from his death in the Labyrinth. Said pigeon, Julius as William had called him, seemed perfectly content hunched on the young reaper's chest and basking in the attention. ]
That's it then, eh, Jules? He's gone? Just like that?
[ There was a soft coo and Ronald ducked his head further, stifling the softest sniffle. ]
Didn't even get to fix anythin'. Now he's gone. Stupid bloody tower. Stupid bloody whale.
[ And he's gone and scrunched himself up into a ball with his knees to his chest and his head ducked down on them. Julius, unperturbed hops onto his shoulder like he belongs there, cooing ever so softly. Perhaps it would be too good for him to think that if he waited here long enough, he'd come back. He'd show up by the entrance the way he did that day and everything would be alright again. And around him, the mass continued in the same mumblings as it always did despite the condition of the cathedral itself. ]
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[ He manages a grin from that back, absently petting Julius with one finger. ]
That... kind of makes sense though... if they come back at all. Mister Sutcliffe and Ciel've been missing for a bit now and... Mister Spears would never leave poor Jules all alone.
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I wouldn't put it past the... [He pauses, trying to find the right word, and sneers when he can't think of anything properly viscious.] ...people who run this place to pluck away your loved ones just for a few laughs.
[Richtofen would be a hypocrite if he were mad at the tower's administartors for that, but his opinion of them has soured in the past few months. He doesn't have any loved ones of his own, but the little brats who run the place have done enough to him to dampen his view on them exponentially.]
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[ A small exhale here, the act of him blowing his hair off his face coupled with exasperation. ]
...Think they'll ever bring them back?
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[That sounds uncomfortably optimistic. Richtofen shifts in his seat and wonders how he got suckered into being this kid's sounding board. Oh well - at least he hasn't gotten to the "crying on shoulders" point yet.]
At least, I don't think it is. But don't hold your breath.
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Well bob's your uncle then! No use sitting about feeling sorry for myself. If he'll be back, he'll be back...
...And maybe I can make it up to him then.
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We had a bit of a row, him and me. Happened when they were doing that thing with the pods. Jason messed with him and he ended up thinking I killed him.
[ Then slumping back against the pew. ]
Then before I we could fix things, he's gone and disappeared on me.
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Yes, things always get tricky when people think you might have harmed them. [He adds, under his breath:] Even if you really did, and they decide to be so rude and plot behind your back, honestly...
[He claps his hands together.] But less about me and more about you, ja? I never did hear firsthand what happened in those pods.
[He didn't even know Ronald had a friend in there until now. Oops.]
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Better you weren't there, really. They split us in three groups and you know the three blokes who run the tower? Riki, Dax and Jason? They took charge of a group each and... blimey, the things they did with the lot lumped in with Jason...
[ Shaking his head, burying in in his arms. ]
Mister Spears was one of them. He cut him open, did all sorts of things... messed with his memory...
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Really? [He shifts his fingers around enough to make sure his voice isn't muffled, but keeps the bottom half of his face mostly obscured.] How terrible. He must have been very traumatized after that.