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towerofanimus2012-10-05 06:22 pm
vermicompost) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-05 06:22 pm
♟ 001 ♟ In the Tower With Kariya
Characters: Kariya and OPEN
Setting: various
Format: either
Summary: Kariya's arrival in the Tower
Warnings: blood, possible body horror
Dormitories:
It's confusing, arriving here. This place, the letters, they're alarming. How could the world be destroyed? Where's Sakura? Where's Aoi? Kariya's heartbeat is accelerated, his breathing harsh and quick. His own agitation agitates the worms within him. In this state, it's difficult for him to walk, let alone make his way through an entirely new, strange environment, but he does his best. At times, he staggers and coughs, or stumbles to one side, disoriented. He has to pause to rest, more than once. Blood flecks his lips, gathering at the corners of his mouth and sliding down over his chin.
"Berserker, Berserker..." He calls out now and then as he goes, but no one comes to his call.
Cafeteria:
He managed to make his way down to the cafeteria. Sitting at the table, he gazes down at his oatmeal he was given, mournfully. He's not very hungry. He tries to eat it, but even just the plain oatmeal is difficult for him to choke down. It takes him a few tries, but he takes his time. When he pauses to cough, he wipes up the scattered bits of oatmeal flecking the table, a little embarrassed.
Infirmary:
The medical facility looks promising, but Kariya isn't sure if they have anything there he can use. He doesn't know if there's any medicine in existence that can help him. He'd like to try, but he doesn't want to risk disturbing the worms further. It's hard to say how they'll react to any stimulus. Much of his life has become a matter of worm management. He walks in slowly, quietly. "Hello, is anyone here?"
Meadow:
After wandering restlessly, at last Kariya settles himself, all but spent, exhausted from his wandering. He sinks down among the flowers with a sigh. When he focuses his gaze on the blooms, he feels more content, calmer than he was before. The flowers are lovely and fragrant, the petals soft and colorful. He just wants to rest a little while...
Setting: various
Format: either
Summary: Kariya's arrival in the Tower
Warnings: blood, possible body horror
Dormitories:
It's confusing, arriving here. This place, the letters, they're alarming. How could the world be destroyed? Where's Sakura? Where's Aoi? Kariya's heartbeat is accelerated, his breathing harsh and quick. His own agitation agitates the worms within him. In this state, it's difficult for him to walk, let alone make his way through an entirely new, strange environment, but he does his best. At times, he staggers and coughs, or stumbles to one side, disoriented. He has to pause to rest, more than once. Blood flecks his lips, gathering at the corners of his mouth and sliding down over his chin.
"Berserker, Berserker..." He calls out now and then as he goes, but no one comes to his call.
Cafeteria:
He managed to make his way down to the cafeteria. Sitting at the table, he gazes down at his oatmeal he was given, mournfully. He's not very hungry. He tries to eat it, but even just the plain oatmeal is difficult for him to choke down. It takes him a few tries, but he takes his time. When he pauses to cough, he wipes up the scattered bits of oatmeal flecking the table, a little embarrassed.
Infirmary:
The medical facility looks promising, but Kariya isn't sure if they have anything there he can use. He doesn't know if there's any medicine in existence that can help him. He'd like to try, but he doesn't want to risk disturbing the worms further. It's hard to say how they'll react to any stimulus. Much of his life has become a matter of worm management. He walks in slowly, quietly. "Hello, is anyone here?"
Meadow:
After wandering restlessly, at last Kariya settles himself, all but spent, exhausted from his wandering. He sinks down among the flowers with a sigh. When he focuses his gaze on the blooms, he feels more content, calmer than he was before. The flowers are lovely and fragrant, the petals soft and colorful. He just wants to rest a little while...
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He shook his head. "No, it's fine. You're not bothering me. It would be nice to have company. You can sit down." He returned her smile, lopsidedly. "My name's Kariya."
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She sat down and folded obviously metal legs, every motion making faint mechanical whirring sounds.
"I'm Labrys. It's nice t'meet ya."
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"I'm sorry that people have to stay here, even a month. I don't think I can afford to stay that long." He was only supposed to live a few more weeks. He had to get back and finish the war.
"But I don't understand this place. There are people here from the future, from the past." Not from his past, necessarily, but time didn't seem to make sense.
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Labrys picked a nearby flower to examine it more closely as she talked, red and silver hands surprisingly delicate.
"I'm sorry you're stuck here. It ain't any fun, to say the least."
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Not that he believed Saber really knew his fate.
"No, it's not fun. I'm sorry you're stuck here, too." He paused, watching her hands move. "You--you're a robot, aren't you?" He laughed. "I mean, that's obvious. I've never seen a robot like you before. You're so advanced."
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She smiled at the question, seeming amused. That was a direct way to approach the subject, but it wasn't really insulting. Hard to be offended by the simple truth, at least now.
"Yeah, I am. Ain't ever had anyone call me 'advanced', though. My sister Aigis is more advanced than I am, if you wanna look at it that way."
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"You're more advanced than any technology I've ever seen." They had no talking, lifelike robots in his 1990s, not outside of science fiction. "Although I know you're not just technology. You're a person, I can tell." He'd liked science fiction stories about robots since he'd been a child, although his family had always valued magic over science.
"You have a sister?"
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"Uh-huh. She's a coupla generations after me, so she looks a little more like a human than I do. Guess they worked out how t' conceal a lotta mechanisms since buildin' me."
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"I have a brother, but we're not very close. Not at all. Are you and your sister--close?" He wasn't sure if robot family bonds would be the same, but maybe, if they were made in the image of humans, other things were the same, too. That would be nice.
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Being deactivated for about ten years apparently threw one's internal clock off a little.
"We're kinda--I dunno how to say it. I didn't even know I had a sister until a coupla days before I got here. But until I met her and a bunch a' other people, nobody'd ever really been nice to me. Except one person, I mean."
Labrys pulled her knees to her chest, scrunching up her face in a somewhat childishly thoughtful manner.
"She's important, though. So's everyone else that're my friends. So yeah. I guess y'could say we're close."
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"You must have been happy, to know you weren't alone, that there was someone else like you."
He smiled. "I'm glad that you found them, and that they're nice to you. It's good to have people who are important to you. Sometimes we're not given people like that, so we have to find them for ourselves." Like he'd found a family he could care about.