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towerofanimus2012-10-24 04:40 am
ogrewhelming) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-24 04:40 am
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Characters: Sakura Oogami and YOU!
Setting: Any place, any time after October 21st.
Format: I shall match.
Summary: Sakura has acquired an unhealthy fixation on unusual people. Alas, that includes most of the tower these days.
Warnings: Violence, character death with permission.
When she'd awoken after the crushing sensation, she'd counted herself fortunate. Nothing unusual, at first glance. No cybernetics, no animal parts, nothing grafted or sewn to her body... Just herself in a poor choice of outfit, and a niggling feeling that perhaps such enhancements had some appeal after all. Such thoughts were easily ignored.
Well, it was an ill wind that blew no good. At this point, she would no longer require candy. If her friends had survived yesterday's drought, it would be best for them to benefit from her ignoble end. She can be found wandering the tower, looking for familiar faces. And if she looks a little too intently at some of the less familiar faces, it's hardly the strangest behavior exhibited thus far.
...Several days later, she was beginning to feel much less fortunate. What was a pirate without treasure, after all? The chest at the foot of her bed contained only a few trinkets from home, and nothing else. She had never been much for material possessions, after all. People were far more important. This tower was full of admirable and unique individuals from many distant locales. It made perfect sense to consider such people as precious treasures.
She began her search, enthused by her new purpose in life. Any resident with a visibly unusual quality, whether natural or not, may hear a hearty cry ringing through the area as Sakura strides towards them.
"You there! Your body... will you give it to me?"
Setting: Any place, any time after October 21st.
Format: I shall match.
Summary: Sakura has acquired an unhealthy fixation on unusual people. Alas, that includes most of the tower these days.
Warnings: Violence, character death with permission.
When she'd awoken after the crushing sensation, she'd counted herself fortunate. Nothing unusual, at first glance. No cybernetics, no animal parts, nothing grafted or sewn to her body... Just herself in a poor choice of outfit, and a niggling feeling that perhaps such enhancements had some appeal after all. Such thoughts were easily ignored.
Well, it was an ill wind that blew no good. At this point, she would no longer require candy. If her friends had survived yesterday's drought, it would be best for them to benefit from her ignoble end. She can be found wandering the tower, looking for familiar faces. And if she looks a little too intently at some of the less familiar faces, it's hardly the strangest behavior exhibited thus far.
...Several days later, she was beginning to feel much less fortunate. What was a pirate without treasure, after all? The chest at the foot of her bed contained only a few trinkets from home, and nothing else. She had never been much for material possessions, after all. People were far more important. This tower was full of admirable and unique individuals from many distant locales. It made perfect sense to consider such people as precious treasures.
She began her search, enthused by her new purpose in life. Any resident with a visibly unusual quality, whether natural or not, may hear a hearty cry ringing through the area as Sakura strides towards them.
"You there! Your body... will you give it to me?"
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"Do you think you are a match for me in battle?"
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He'd never been a necessarily violent man. There was just so much disagreement.
"But I don't doubt the odds in my favor."
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She's not sure how much of that blood is his own and how much is from other people, after all. And she still doesn't think he'll be much of a threat to her.
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"I just don't want to make a mess."