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tohko_amano ([personal profile] tohko_amano) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-10-15 01:44 am

With the loss of candy comes the loss of life..

Characters: Tohko Amano and you!
Setting: Any floor. 10/16.
Format: Prose.
Summary: After being a fool and tossing a bit too much candy off to the needy, Tohko has woken up with a few nasty changes.
Warnings: Tohko ain't sweet and kind anymore folks. Injuries and death may be involved here.

Tohko woke up on her bed, mad at herself. How could she let herself be killed? She should have planned better to avoid being killed by that embarrassing costume. She tried to get up, but found that she couldn't. Remembering that there was a penalty for dying, she decided to look over herself to make sure that the people in charge hadn't further messed with her.

They had. Her fingers were now blades, which horrified Tohko. How could they do this? What sort of sick horror story was this? This penalty was a bit too much for failing to get candy, and the thought of having trouble holding things without breaking them-especially her beloved books-did not help her already shocked state. When she was able to move again, Tohko noticed that there was another modification. Her costume was too small and unbearably tight. It was painful to walk around in, and her legs and arms got small cuts and started bleeding.

This hurt, but what puzzled Tohko was the fact that instead of worrying about the blood and her pain, she was more worried about the dorm room she was in. She normally didn't care much about this, but now that she looked at it, it was horribly filthy. She cleaned it up as best she could, even though the bleeding got worse when she did.

After cleaning up the room, Tohko knew that if the room had managed to get that messy, than the rest of the tower must be in a dismal shape as well. So, she wandered out of the room and started wandering about, cleaning any messes that she found.
culbutiri: (I really don't want to)

[personal profile] culbutiri 2012-10-18 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Nesir winced and felt a stab of fear as the razers went into her neck, this was bad... Curse this woman to blinding brightness what even was she? Some kind of monster?

"I do be understanding you, please be letting go of me so I can be cleaning just like you did be telling me to." She forced her voice to sound meek, like she would use against particularly arrogant priestess accolytes who thought they could boss her about.
Edited 2012-10-18 15:08 (UTC)
culbutiri: (silence)

[personal profile] culbutiri 2012-10-18 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Nesir managed a half terrified smile in response and, still trembling, went to begin cleaning. She didn't have much of an opening, she wasn't expecting the woman to leave her or stop watching her but Nesir was fast. In the blink of an eye she drew both her daggers; glad that her pirate costume had places to store them unlike that white outfit she had arrived in.

She moved, not towards the girl but towards the door. She wasn't stupid, she wasn't about to try and fight against a girl whose fingers were weapons. But she was getting out of here.
culbutiri: (I will kill you)

[personal profile] culbutiri 2012-10-18 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Pain... Nesir gritted her teeth, grasping at the emptiness. It might still be difficult for her to reach it whilst angry, but pain. Pain she could deal with. She had learned this trick to escape pain.

More worrying than the stabbing was the fact it was her left hand that had been grabbed. She tried to twist, knowing it was tearing her back; feeling a numbed version of the pain but not letting it reach her mind, she would pay for that later. If this was the other side she would be able to slash at the girl but missing two fingers on her right hand... She fumbled with the knife cursing herself for still not being strong enough. She slashed out anyways and kicked backwards.

"I do no be dying by your hand!" She twisted again, this time in an attempt to free her left hand.
culbutiri: (blood splatters)

[personal profile] culbutiri 2012-10-18 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Nesir screamed, her vision swam and the emptiness fled. She cursed as she struggled sobbing at the pain in her hand. Part of her screamed at herself to stop, if she lost her left hand she would be completely useless...

But she didn't want to die, she was Nesir Aeser, she was Culbu Tiri shadow sworn and she was not dying in any thrice cursed tower out of her world.

Not dying however was easier said than done she kicked again and stabbed again with her right hand even as she stumbled due to blood loss.

"You can be doing so much in ten minutes." She snarled. Including killing this girl, and finding someone with magic and begging them to heal her. She had no pride when it came to survival.
culbutiri: (blood splatters)

[personal profile] culbutiri 2012-10-18 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Nesir's scream was piercing, she dropped to her knees no longer able to stand, she tasted bile in her throat and her vision swam. Her mind was screaming; she had lost her hand. She had lost her hand and she was about to lose her other one.

She struggled again, trying to stand, trying to kick; slipping in blood. "You do... be shutting up." She lurched forward again, trying to pull away.

culbutiri: (blood splatters)

[personal profile] culbutiri 2012-10-18 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
All she got was a gurgling as Nesir fought for breath and voice. She crawled, out, leaving a trail of blood as she half clambered half fell down the stairs into the media room. She wasn't trying to escape, not really. Though she would never give up trying to somehow live until she actually breathed her last.

No she was just trying to get away from that awful woman; she had killed her but Nesir would not give her the pleasure of watching her die.