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towerofanimus2012-10-13 07:04 pm
stirs_the_leaves) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-13 07:04 pm
Entry tags:
01 - Arrival
Characters: Sasuke Uchiha; Open
Setting: 3-up: Floor 1, Floor 4, Floor 25
Format: Prose preferred
Summary: Sasuke has just arrived and is none too pleased with any aspect of his situation.
Warnings: none yet
Towers. Exploded worlds. Bullshit.
This entire thing would be unbelievable enough if he wasn't also wearing this ridiculous costume. He feels like Naruto: orange slacks and orange shirt. ...And ridiculous fuzzy orange fox ears perched on a headband on the top of his head; a damn tail pinned to the slacks. No amount of tugging or pulling has managed to remove any of it - even his katana can't cut through whatever this is made of - and no amount of scrubbing in the bathroom sink will clean the whisker marks off of his cheeks. Fuming. He crumpled up every one of the notes he found - welcome tower, and candy quota - and chucked them into his trunk. This is not acceptable.
Whatever else Sasuke disbelieves, however, he's not long able to ignore his stomach. He'd like to disbelieve himself right out of this place - if he gets hungry enough, will he wake up? - but that doesn't seem to be working just yet. And if this place is any kind of real, be it illusory or prison or whatever else, he'll need his strength to get out of it.
He's seated at one long table, alone, in a corner of the room, spoon stirring idly through the oatmeal he was given. It's not worth trying his luck on something else; for all he knows, there's poison in the rest of it meant to make him ill.
Glass walls and nothing to see.
Sasuke's attempted a kai to cut through whatever illusion this might be more times than he can count, but outside the glass, nothing but fog and clouds. Whoever or whatever is behind him goes ignored, including the comforts of soft chairs; he stands at the window, or wall, or whatever it is, staring out into nothing.
At least it's quiet here. His guard is up, somewhat, and his ears are piqued for sound and movement, but to the outside observer he lays at ease on his back in the flowers a few yards from the stairs, hands behind his head. Staring at the ceiling, for all the oddness of a ceiling over a field.
Setting: 3-up: Floor 1, Floor 4, Floor 25
Format: Prose preferred
Summary: Sasuke has just arrived and is none too pleased with any aspect of his situation.
Warnings: none yet
Opener: Costume
Towers. Exploded worlds. Bullshit.
This entire thing would be unbelievable enough if he wasn't also wearing this ridiculous costume. He feels like Naruto: orange slacks and orange shirt. ...And ridiculous fuzzy orange fox ears perched on a headband on the top of his head; a damn tail pinned to the slacks. No amount of tugging or pulling has managed to remove any of it - even his katana can't cut through whatever this is made of - and no amount of scrubbing in the bathroom sink will clean the whisker marks off of his cheeks. Fuming. He crumpled up every one of the notes he found - welcome tower, and candy quota - and chucked them into his trunk. This is not acceptable.
Floor 1, Cafeteria
Whatever else Sasuke disbelieves, however, he's not long able to ignore his stomach. He'd like to disbelieve himself right out of this place - if he gets hungry enough, will he wake up? - but that doesn't seem to be working just yet. And if this place is any kind of real, be it illusory or prison or whatever else, he'll need his strength to get out of it.
He's seated at one long table, alone, in a corner of the room, spoon stirring idly through the oatmeal he was given. It's not worth trying his luck on something else; for all he knows, there's poison in the rest of it meant to make him ill.
Floor 4, Lounge
Glass walls and nothing to see.
Sasuke's attempted a kai to cut through whatever illusion this might be more times than he can count, but outside the glass, nothing but fog and clouds. Whoever or whatever is behind him goes ignored, including the comforts of soft chairs; he stands at the window, or wall, or whatever it is, staring out into nothing.
Floor 25, Meadow
At least it's quiet here. His guard is up, somewhat, and his ears are piqued for sound and movement, but to the outside observer he lays at ease on his back in the flowers a few yards from the stairs, hands behind his head. Staring at the ceiling, for all the oddness of a ceiling over a field.
Floor 4
"Chakra," he starts carefully, a little unsure at first how to proceed from a lack of knowledge base, "is... energy. It's inside things and people and animals - more in people than things. It's..." How did Kakashi describe how chakra works for people who aren't shinobi? Or people like Lee? "...It's why you're stronger when you eat and sleep, and weaker when you're tired and hungry." He stops there; the concept of shaping chakra, using it outside the body, might be a little too complicated to start off with.
But he laughs at her next question, amused by her cheek. "My name is Sasuke." Last names can wait. "Yours?"
Floor 4
Satoko leered while Sasuke explained. After he was done, she responded, "it's probably easier to just call it energy. You'll mislead little kids easily." It was her nature to be a brat. Still she didn't quite understand how his energy made him stick to the ceiling. She pouted a little, "you sure it wasn't just a trick?"
"Hey..." Her cheerfulness died but she tried to keep a secure smile. "Do you know if anyone here is from Hinamizawa?"
Floor 4
Another quiet laugh was his response to her confusion. Civilian, definitely. "Not a trick. It's a little complicated to explain, but I can make my energy interact with things outside my body instead of just inside." Simple, as though speaking to an academy class of age seven. Simpler, in fact, just because she didn't have the knowledge.
His smile faltered a little at her question. His Sharingan spun once, taking a deeper look at her - at her chakra - being sure it was the unfocused flow of a civilian. It was, so, though his guard stayed up anyway, he did hold out a hand in invitation, should she want to take it. "I'm afraid not. I'm new here myself. Do you want help finding other people from your village?" He knew civilians were considered children much longer than shinobi, and she looked young by either marker anyway... God, what cruel force would put her here in this elaborate prison?
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She tapped her chin as Sasuke explained, translating it in a way for her to understand. A couple ideas ran through her head, like suction cups. She glanced at his shoes to make sure to make sure of it too. She wasn't aware the Sharingan spun.
She stared down at his hand. Perhaps any child would take the invitation, but Satoko isn't used with assistance, especially from adults. The girl swung her arms behind her back and smiled. She didn't want to be a burden on him since he was new as well. Besides, she has taken care of herself before so why would she stop now? Satoko kindly waved her hand to Sasuke and smiled, "naw, that's okay. I'm sure I'll spot them. It's a tower anyway."
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No suction cups on his shoes and no secret tricks up his sleeve, just chakra control and years of experience. He wondered, vaguely, how difficult it would be to teach someone with no groundwork laid for even the existence of shinobi to learn... but he was getting way ahead of himself. "I'm around if you change your mind, or want help with anything else. And Satoko - be a little nicer with your pranks on the new folks here, maybe?"
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And now she stared at those fox ears Sasuke had up there. Satoko swung her arms behind her head as she tilted it to one side curiously to the costume Sasuke had on, "so what are you suppose to be anyway? A fox ninja?"
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A glance upward at her question, and he reached up to tug on one of the ears of the headband he could not remove. "Seems so. Ironic, really." He spoke without thinking to elaborate on that point. It simply was.
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She tilted her head to that statement. What was ironic about it? "Well, it's close to Halloween. But you're not suppose to wear a costume until the end of this month."
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Sasuke laughed outright. Cheeky, this one. "I suppose it's coincidence, then, that you're inside this room when the only exit and entrance was blocked with a trap made by your missing jump rope." Heh.
His own head tilted at the word she used. "Halloween?" Not a term he knew.
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Then she blinked when Sasuke asked. "You've never heard it before?"
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"I haven't," he answered regarding the holiday. "What is it?"
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"It's kinda strange you don't know, or do you wear something like that all the time?"