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towerofanimus2012-09-12 05:24 pm
restitchtime) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-12 05:24 pm
Entry tags:
i'm your source of self destruction
Characters: Rose Strider, her shadow, and anyone who wants to beat the shit out of it.
Setting: Floor 28 (september thirteenth)
Format: Action spam.
Summary: Rose finally tracks down her shadow. She doesn't waste any time getting on with things.
Warnings: Violence, blood, cursing, all that fun shadow fight stuff.
[it didn't take very long for Rose to find her shadow.
how could it have? ever since she'd realized just what these things were she'd been on high alert for her own, patrolling the tower with time clones to check for its inevitable appearance. she can't help but wonder if it had waited so long simply to spite her; it would certainly be something she'd expect from a thing wearing her face.
none of that mattered now, however. she'd finally found her, and in the blink of an eye had flash-stepped right in front of it. the shadow's taken aback despite itself, immediately tensing up.]
You-
[the shadow only manages to get a single word out before Rose's foot connects with its jaw, the sickening crunch confirming that the blow has done its job well. Rose shifts a little in place, entire body on high alert even as her expression screams smug confidence. no need to show any weakness, even towards a thing that claimed to be herself.]
Come on, we both knew that neither of us were going to be able to talk this shit out. Cut the crap and get on with it.
[that prompts the shadow into laughter, the sound harsh and dissonant through the broken bones. fogs rolls in thick and ominous as it steps back into the newly formed cover and begins to morph, the shape rising up like a monstrous shadow puppet.
after what seems to be an eternity it steps back out of the obscuring scenery, and only then does Rose allow herself a brief flash of fear and uncertainty as she grips her seam rippers until her knuckles turn white. this...thing may have been more than she'd bargained for.]
Fuck.
Setting: Floor 28 (september thirteenth)
Format: Action spam.
Summary: Rose finally tracks down her shadow. She doesn't waste any time getting on with things.
Warnings: Violence, blood, cursing, all that fun shadow fight stuff.
[it didn't take very long for Rose to find her shadow.
how could it have? ever since she'd realized just what these things were she'd been on high alert for her own, patrolling the tower with time clones to check for its inevitable appearance. she can't help but wonder if it had waited so long simply to spite her; it would certainly be something she'd expect from a thing wearing her face.
none of that mattered now, however. she'd finally found her, and in the blink of an eye had flash-stepped right in front of it. the shadow's taken aback despite itself, immediately tensing up.]
You-
[the shadow only manages to get a single word out before Rose's foot connects with its jaw, the sickening crunch confirming that the blow has done its job well. Rose shifts a little in place, entire body on high alert even as her expression screams smug confidence. no need to show any weakness, even towards a thing that claimed to be herself.]
Come on, we both knew that neither of us were going to be able to talk this shit out. Cut the crap and get on with it.
[that prompts the shadow into laughter, the sound harsh and dissonant through the broken bones. fogs rolls in thick and ominous as it steps back into the newly formed cover and begins to morph, the shape rising up like a monstrous shadow puppet.
after what seems to be an eternity it steps back out of the obscuring scenery, and only then does Rose allow herself a brief flash of fear and uncertainty as she grips her seam rippers until her knuckles turn white. this...thing may have been more than she'd bargained for.]
Fuck.