towerofanimus | just another tuesday

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just another tuesday

Characters: Roxas, and whatever poor saps walk in to the cafeteria
Setting: Early morning on October 7th, in the cafeteria
Format: Angry, bitter capslock- I mean, I'll follow you!
Summary: Roxas finally decides to retaliate after the tower got him killed again. In more ridiculous terms, Roxas vs. the Suggestion Box round four!
Warnings: Splinters, keyblades, and a keyderp smashing something other than a computer.

Okay, so he'd kind of figured that his stunt would get some sort of reaction, but it said a lot when dying was just a point of frustration.

Moreover, Rox had spent the days after his reawakening- wasn't this his fourth death, actually? -just stewing angrily, pacing a lot and trying to decide what to do. It took him almost a week of pent-up annoyance to finally come to a ridiculous decision...to combat this stupid little revenge war at the source.

So, he'd stomped down to the cafeteria. Stormed up to the innocent form of the suggestion box. Pulled out Kingdom Key, and swung it down as hard as he possibly could on to the wooden frame. He hadn't even looked to see if anyone was around, in part because he wasn't exactly in a position to be embarrassed or shamed out of his immature behavior. This was a long time coming, and he had no regrets, yolo, ect.

Of course, when he was finally satisfied by his pointless violence, he turned to consider eating breakfast...only to peek over his shoulder and see that the box was once again completely in tact the second he'd turned his back.

Oh. So it was going to be like that, huh?

Rox can basically be found in the cafeteria for most of the morning, intermittently smashing the suggestion box, turning around to eat something, and eventually, trying to shrug off the shock voltages the tower's eventually gonna give him for being a dumbass. Feel free to point, laugh, or join in the fun!

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After having served his trial in eating the gross oatmeal, Yamato felt that he could go to the cafeteria by himself without Alcor hovering over his shoulder like an overprotection mother bear. Hunger drove him to it anyway, since he avoided the cafeteria all of yesterday, and was being punished for it brutally.

Now he was wishing he had avoided it for another day, because of course when he goes down there there is a lunatic randomly attacking some weird box thing, occasionally letting out cursing and - was that a giant key?

Perhaps he can back away and leave before he was spotted by the lunatic? Urgh, but he was really hungry though-

And his stomach growling loudly agreed with this wholeheartedly.

The growl sort of brought Rox out of his barbarianesque round of smashing the box, letting the key slip sloppily off the table and scattering splinters. Of course, when he turned to look at the source of the noise, the splinters and box had reconfigured themselves to their proper place, but he'd been at this for a while now. It wasn't like it was going to teleport out and stick to the ceiling.

Right?

Still, it was probably best to not smack the box around when there was a kid around- Roxas at least had that much sense left in him. Letting the key dissipate in to light, he sighed and walked over to where he'd left his food stash, holding out a bag of pumpkin seeds to the kid.

"Sorry about that."

A paltry peace offering, but it wasn't like he had anything better to give in apology for startling someone.

Yamato watched the lunatic warily - ignoring the vanishing key thing for now. He had seen weirder things, truthfully. He shouldn't take food from violent strangers, he knew that much but - hm, wait, were those pumpkin seeds...

"..."

Okay Yamato will accept your peace offering, but only because it was pumpkin seeds.

"It - is fine," Yamato said cautiously, taking the bag slowly. "Why...were you attacking that box?"

Okay Roxas see you didn't scare the kid off now let's try to not sound like a psycho-

"You can put requests in there, but they usually just cause more harm than good. I was trying to get rid of it, but I guess that's impossible."

He seems pretty worn out though, and plopped down at the table with a weary sigh, rubbing his eyes. "But it's cathartic anyway. Better than doing nothing about it."

Put requests in there? Yamato opened the bag and started eating the pumpkin seeds ravenously (obviously he was starving), but still managing to look dignified while doing it.

Well, perhaps the box was like a genie. You give it a wish and then it grants it in the worst way possible.

"I see. Maybe you could try burning it to ashes."

Riku is not going to point or laugh, but when he does happen onto this bout of... attempted property destruction(?) he settles back to watch arms crossed over the table and an eyebrow raised. He is smart enough not to get between a Keyblade Wielder and his target (unless that target happens to lead to absolutely certain suicide) but he may or may not remark on the pointlessness of it sooner or later.

If/When Roxas happens to turn around, he will find Riku still sitting there, head tilting as he asks: "Feeling better now?"

Roxas may at some point realize that there is an android nearby, who happens to have observed the entire scene. Most intriguing situation really. Data was not sure why the boy had destroyed the box the first time. It could have been for a number of reasons and none of them were his business.

However after the box regenerated and Roxas began that cycle of destruction and regeneration... Data kept looking at the scene but titled his head many times. What could be the meaning of this? It was pointless. So he silently kept following Roxas' moves- Sometime eating, sometime smashing the box. This was a quite fascinating and intriguing display of human behavior.

"I don't know any fire spells." And an even deeper sigh. "A friend of mine does, but I'm pretty horrible at magic. I didn't grow up with it...I think."

Roxas ruffled the back of his hair, realizing that was probably a bad topic to get on to, before turning around and grabbing the other bag of pumpkin seeds. They were actually really good okay.

"I should have brought Sayaka with me, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Maybe Lina...?"

Casually musing aloud about destruction dot exe.

Edited 2012-10-07 12:10 (UTC)

It says something of Animus when Roxas can notice his immaturity is beong observed, and just calmly accept it without actually ceasing or feeling awkward.

Eventually though, he did take a more lengthy break, relaxing back at the table and shaking his dominant arm out. He was gonna pull a muscle at this rate. He once again leveled a look at his observer, giving a half-laugh and thumbing back at the box.

"It's free, if you want to take a crack at it."

He did eventually relinquish, mostly because he was starting to get collar-zapped for his stupidity. He was trying not to show it, but that sure bothered him, enough to make him stop and just give up for the time being.

But, did he feel better?

"Not really." He didn't even care about being cagey with who he was talking to- his reserve of care was running low as usual. "I'd feel better if it'd explode, or something more satisfying." With a groan, he leaned back in to the table, letting his head clunk on to the surface.

"I wish I didn't suck at magic so much."

"I can cast magic."

Yamato looked at the box thoughtfully. It looked like it wouldn't take much to be set on fire. He could cast Agi well enough, even if it took a lot out of him since he wouldn't have a medium to use his magic through. Perhaps Fire Dance at a stretch. He would have to lie down for a long while after it though, and probably be sick afterwards...

Data kept following Roxas with his eyes, that is until the boy took a more lengthy break and stopped. Well the least that could be said is that Data looked quite confused as Roxas told him he could take a crack at smashing the box.

"I..." The android paused and looked at the box with a dubious expression before turning back to Roxas "I do not understand the purpose of this operation."

"It appears that no matter what is being done, this box is regenerating through means I do not comprehend yet. Attacking it, again and again, seems to be a pointless endeavor and a waste of energy."

Rolo is just going to be sitting here watching the show. Wondering how long it will take before Roxas actually gives up.

[Ankh made a point not to pay too much attention to his roommates. He hadn't picked them, he didn't like them, and he especially disliked the one that seemed to have once known Eiji.

But this was interesting, watching Roxas apparently completely lose his mind. He had only given a glance to the first time he had destroyed the suggestion box. The second time, he watched a little longer before going back to his soda. The third... okay, he went and got himself some pumpkin seeds, and snacked and watched this in earnest. And when that round was over?]

You're an idiot.

[Rose had actually come in here for a snack, but the sight of Roxas going postal on the request box is kind of difficult to miss. so she gets herself some food and sets herself up to watch the show.

about halfway through her meal she speaks up, leaning on one hand in amusement.]

I take it that you got a visit from the charming as fuck tower response team too.

...

[...Ooookay, that's one thing to do to blow your frustrations off he guesses...

And since he's a bit clueless about the monsters.]

Is something the matter?

[...Oh, isn't that Sayaka's friend... the one who got scalpeled alongside her before all that hubbub with the Shadows...?]

...

...

Um.

Hey.

...even with that statement, Roxas shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. If we really wanted to set it on fire, we could just get something flammable from the kitchen."

No need to waste SP or anything when there's lighters and stuff.

"I just don't know if there's any smoke alarms or anything it'd set off."

[Yes, it is totally That Friend. You should probably talk to Sayaka about her horrible social links, kiddo. It'd be twice as bad if it had been you who got hand-stabbed.]

Yo.

[He'd not really trying to smash the box right now. Just sort of boredly smacking it. ...casualthuglyfe I guess.]

If anything, he's just looking a little bored. Maybe a little tired. But he's stubborn enough to keep this up for as long as he has to.

Which basically equates to 'you'll be here a while'.

Yep~

[Smack. Smack. Smack.]

I was hoping this would be permanent, but it's pretty cathartic, if you wanna take a swing at it.

[...smack. Smack. Smack.]

I'm just sort of frustrated- [And another swing at the box, with half of it denting inward-] -that this thing exists, really. It never gives anyone what they ask for, so what's the point? To taunt us, basically.

So I'm giving what it's asking for. [Sadly, in the time it took him to ramble, the box was already reformed.] ...but this place cheats.

Takes one to know one.

[He's too disheartened in general to even care about how lame a comeback that is. He's been smacking a stationary object on repeat for two hours, and the entertainment is finally wearing off. Now scoot over, he's sitting down with a plop.]

...I really hate this place.

"It basically is a giant waste of time, but everything in this tower is." Another flex of his hand, and he let his arm drop. "We can't leave, we get experimented on, and we wait to get experimented on. It's just a giant loop of wasted effort. But we can't die either, so it's not like we can give up."

All said with a half-sarcastic smile on his face. Yeah, this is defiantly an oldbie.

...

[He's not that surprised that the suggestion box is intact again, he's seen things weirder than that, but...

That sentence just sent some signals within him, some strange signals.]

Maybe they just wanted us to feel 'hope', and then crush it within the next second. Though that counts as taunting too, doesn't it?

[He stared at the box. While he did leave a suggestion there, the reply he got was just-

...

Well let's just say he's kinda pissed, to put it lightly.]

Taking out your frustration on the poor, defenseless suggestion box?

[Yeah, he's just looking at this scene with no change in expression.]

"Ah."

Yeah, Yamato forgot about smoke alarms. They were shrill, annoying things, and if they had automatic sprinklers - well, he didn't want to get wet. Especially since he only had two pairs of clothing, and one was easier to walk in than the other.

"Hm...what's your name?" Yamato abruptly ~~demanded~~ asked.

Thanks for the offer, but I've got plenty of punching bags all over this hellhole as it is. [she waves a fork dismissively]

Honestly this whole little incident just raised more questions than it answered, the biggest one of course being did they actually punch him or not?

"Then maybe redirecting your energy toward a less pointless endeavor would e advisable." Data spoke in a low voice, as if still trying to understand the reason behind this behavior..

"There are many activities that are not a waste a time. One can educate oneself, socialize, seek answers, study the tower, study solutions to our situation and much more."

Hitting it isn't enough. Find something bigger or find something better to do.

[He scoots over, but only because not scooting over would put him entirely too close to the young man. And he looks away, refusing eye contact for the moment.]

What? Did the box piss you off?

He should have made some popcorn.

Anyway, he does speak up after a long while. "How long do you intend to keep this up?"

Riku just nodded at that, leaning back in his seat - he decided not to comment that further, for now at least.

"Yeah, I get that."

Both, wishing for explosions and wishing not to suck at magic. (Especially given events from the week before... though at least he had managed the explosion part.) After leaving that hanging for maybe half a minute, he tilted his head a little.

"What brought that on anyways?"

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