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towerofanimus2012-10-12 01:38 am
earthshards) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-12 01:38 am
Entry tags:
Seventh Fragment | Trick or Treat
Characters: Terra, the inhabitants of room 3-04, and later OPEN
Setting: All over the Tower, from the 10th to the 13th.
Format: ... I think I'll stick with [Action].
Summary: Terra's waking up in a very familiar set of clothes, and Does Not Approve for heartbreaking reasons. Also, lots of candy farming in the next few days. Clearly, the tower has a strange sense of humor.
Warnings: ... if anything comes up, I'l edit it in.
[As per the usual, Terra tended to wake up rather early on his own. While he might be an early riser, he takes a while to become fully alert unless something gives his sleep-addled mind a dose of reality.
Sitting up and stretching only to feel fabric move where there shouldn't be fabric and feel an odd weight around his torso when he knows he went to bed in a t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting pants is... jarring enough to do it.
Quickly getting out of bed (and not feeling the floor against bare feet, but rather the sensation of the soles of sturdy boots hitting the ground with an... almost metal-sounding clack) and racing for a mirror, his mind starts going a mile a minute. Of course something was going to happen; it was a matter of time, and it was October--
He reaches the mirror and all the color drains out of his face as his eyes widen in shock. He recognizes this clothing; the white coat, the armor over his chest, the hakama, the emblem--
He's shaking. Even his hair has been pulled back into a facsimile of Master's top-knot, though his bangs and those uppermost spikes wouldn't cooperate. While he lacks the facial hair and the scars to make the 'costume' truly complete, it's enough to just make him... stare, disbelieving, for at least a minute before his mind catches up with the shock and grief that hit him at full-force.
His head hangs, and his fists become clenched at his side as the anger starts to set in.] ... Damn it...
[He turns to look back at his bed, and it's then that he sees the pumpkin and the note. ... ... he has a Bad Feeling about this...]
[Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, if his expression is anything to go by. Terra's ire seems to be directed at a piece of paper he is holding in one hand, though he'll occasionally glance at the silly jack-o-lantern candy bucket with a look of 'I can't believe I'm doing this' on his face.
Seriously. Forced trick-or-treating/scavenging for candy?]
[Terra was actually surprised by the amount of candy he had found in the books that were in his usual hiding place. It was certainly enough to meet the daily quotas the note had given him and then some; but coming to the library had a double purpose.
It was his usual hiding spot, after all. He was nothing else if not a creature of habit in this tower. He's taking a break from the gathering right now, reading a book and trying to take his mind off the fact that there has to be some kind of catch with the costume and the candy.]
[It's item farming time! Anyone willing to brave the dangers of the thirtieth floor will find Terra within, having fallen from the stairs and now fighting his way through. He probably won't be here very long; even a Keyblade Master can be caught off-guard when fighting a large crowd, so he's trying to make his way to the stairs as quickly as he can.
At least he can still use Mega Flare to give him some breathing space to heal himself.]
Setting: All over the Tower, from the 10th to the 13th.
Format: ... I think I'll stick with [Action].
Summary: Terra's waking up in a very familiar set of clothes, and Does Not Approve for heartbreaking reasons. Also, lots of candy farming in the next few days. Clearly, the tower has a strange sense of humor.
Warnings: ... if anything comes up, I'l edit it in.
[Dormitory Room 3-04 - The morning of the 10th]
[As per the usual, Terra tended to wake up rather early on his own. While he might be an early riser, he takes a while to become fully alert unless something gives his sleep-addled mind a dose of reality.
Sitting up and stretching only to feel fabric move where there shouldn't be fabric and feel an odd weight around his torso when he knows he went to bed in a t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting pants is... jarring enough to do it.
Quickly getting out of bed (and not feeling the floor against bare feet, but rather the sensation of the soles of sturdy boots hitting the ground with an... almost metal-sounding clack) and racing for a mirror, his mind starts going a mile a minute. Of course something was going to happen; it was a matter of time, and it was October--
He reaches the mirror and all the color drains out of his face as his eyes widen in shock. He recognizes this clothing; the white coat, the armor over his chest, the hakama, the emblem--
He's shaking. Even his hair has been pulled back into a facsimile of Master's top-knot, though his bangs and those uppermost spikes wouldn't cooperate. While he lacks the facial hair and the scars to make the 'costume' truly complete, it's enough to just make him... stare, disbelieving, for at least a minute before his mind catches up with the shock and grief that hit him at full-force.
His head hangs, and his fists become clenched at his side as the anger starts to set in.] ... Damn it...
[He turns to look back at his bed, and it's then that he sees the pumpkin and the note. ... ... he has a Bad Feeling about this...]
[Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, if his expression is anything to go by. Terra's ire seems to be directed at a piece of paper he is holding in one hand, though he'll occasionally glance at the silly jack-o-lantern candy bucket with a look of 'I can't believe I'm doing this' on his face.
Seriously. Forced trick-or-treating/scavenging for candy?]
[Terra was actually surprised by the amount of candy he had found in the books that were in his usual hiding place. It was certainly enough to meet the daily quotas the note had given him and then some; but coming to the library had a double purpose.
It was his usual hiding spot, after all. He was nothing else if not a creature of habit in this tower. He's taking a break from the gathering right now, reading a book and trying to take his mind off the fact that there has to be some kind of catch with the costume and the candy.]
[It's item farming time! Anyone willing to brave the dangers of the thirtieth floor will find Terra within, having fallen from the stairs and now fighting his way through. He probably won't be here very long; even a Keyblade Master can be caught off-guard when fighting a large crowd, so he's trying to make his way to the stairs as quickly as he can.
At least he can still use Mega Flare to give him some breathing space to heal himself.]
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--that fight, when he turned the tables on the bastard at the very end, because of Aqua. A small smirk forms.] No, he didn't.
[Someone has a story to tell.]
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Terra's head snaps up, his face showing all the hesitant hope he can't voice-]
--How?
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[At least, to the best of his ability. Braig, and then Xigbar, trying every little way to get Xehanort behind the wheels instead of the amnesiac personality that he was guiding. The smirk from not even a minute earlier now gone, a serious and almost weary look on his face.] The cost was ... high. But I'd pay it again.