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towerofanimus2012-08-31 09:25 pm
jellyfishbrain) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-31 09:25 pm
Entry tags:
01 ✯ Open
Characters: Gourry and you!
Setting: 2-06, then wandering about the tower.
Format: I'll gladly match you!
Summary: Gourry's arrival here at the lovely five-star Tower of Animus~
Warnings: None!
[ 2-06 ]
[At first, it doesn't register with Gourry that something is terribly wrong -- this place is unfamiliar, but his head feels a bit fuzzy, and it takes a moment for him to realize that he's never seen these four walls before. Huh. He could have sworn he'd been sharing a room with Zelgadis, too, one with two beds instead of four. Frowning, he slowly sits up, propping himself up with his weight on his hands, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. The action itself causes something foreign to rub against the collar of his shirt, and he reaches up to feel for whatever it is that's snugly around his neck.
Well. That was new.]
What the...?
[He catches a glimpse of the letters that have been left waiting for him, and fumbles clumsily to open them, almost ripping one in the process. He has to read the contents several times over before he starts to grasp what's written there -- and even then, it's iffy. Their world had been destroyed? But he thought -- hadn't they stopped all that? Or did Lina's Giga Slave go out of control and do what Hellmaster was hoping it would?]
But I was there! I don't remember any of that!
[Not that that ever meant much, in his case.]
[ Elsewhere in the Tower ]
[After giving the letters another read-through and rummaging through the trunk at the end of his bed, Gourry decides to go exploring. His sense of self-preservation has never been great, and as long as he's going to be stuck here, he might as well check the place out. He certainly won't accomplish anything by sitting in his room. He was glad to find his clothes tucked away in the chest, but confused when he saw that only the blade of his sword had been there, with the hilt and handle missing. Looking rather dejected, he wanders aimlessly through the tower, with the naked blade hanging at his side, looking quite pitiful in its own right.]
Setting: 2-06, then wandering about the tower.
Format: I'll gladly match you!
Summary: Gourry's arrival here at the lovely five-star Tower of Animus~
Warnings: None!
[ 2-06 ]
[At first, it doesn't register with Gourry that something is terribly wrong -- this place is unfamiliar, but his head feels a bit fuzzy, and it takes a moment for him to realize that he's never seen these four walls before. Huh. He could have sworn he'd been sharing a room with Zelgadis, too, one with two beds instead of four. Frowning, he slowly sits up, propping himself up with his weight on his hands, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. The action itself causes something foreign to rub against the collar of his shirt, and he reaches up to feel for whatever it is that's snugly around his neck.
Well. That was new.]
What the...?
[He catches a glimpse of the letters that have been left waiting for him, and fumbles clumsily to open them, almost ripping one in the process. He has to read the contents several times over before he starts to grasp what's written there -- and even then, it's iffy. Their world had been destroyed? But he thought -- hadn't they stopped all that? Or did Lina's Giga Slave go out of control and do what Hellmaster was hoping it would?]
But I was there! I don't remember any of that!
[Not that that ever meant much, in his case.]
[ Elsewhere in the Tower ]
[After giving the letters another read-through and rummaging through the trunk at the end of his bed, Gourry decides to go exploring. His sense of self-preservation has never been great, and as long as he's going to be stuck here, he might as well check the place out. He certainly won't accomplish anything by sitting in his room. He was glad to find his clothes tucked away in the chest, but confused when he saw that only the blade of his sword had been there, with the hilt and handle missing. Looking rather dejected, he wanders aimlessly through the tower, with the naked blade hanging at his side, looking quite pitiful in its own right.]
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