towerofanimus | OO2 >> WHY DO I HAVE NO "SCREaMING IN AUGIsHED HORROR" ICONS

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OO2 >> WHY DO I HAVE NO "SCREaMING IN AUGIsHED HORROR" ICONS

Characters: Hidetoshi, a bloodthirsty wolf, various monsters, and

towerofanimus .
Setting: Room 03-02, the dorms, and various tower floors. People are allowed to find his dead body and loot his corpse for candies if they want to.
Format: I'll roll with either, but expect action tags if he attacks your character.
Summary: "DID HIDETOSHI JUST FAIL TO MEET THE CANDY-COLLECTING QUOTA FOR THE DAY? I THINK HE JUST FUCKING DID. Also, did someone just order maximum mental trauma for the baby's first death."
Warnings: Death, freaking out and descriptions of a very violent fear of death, body horror, mentions of gore and missing body parts. In other words, the Animus Trauma Halloween Special, tailored for extra suffering.

[ SCENARIO A: THE 27th || DORMITORY LEVELS: HALLWAYS ]

[ Hidetoshi had managed somehow scrape by to fulfill the candy quota, and gather the needed number of sweets before the time limit ran out for several days now. But his luck couldn't hold out forever; the high school student had been avoiding the Terminals since his first attempt to access the network ended up with him witnessing that messy little execution of those two poor kids (just kids, kids, for cryin' out loud, you don't kill kids or anybody really, like that) and him disconnecting in a horrified, disgusted rush and getting as far away as he could from the Terminals.

What had began as a tedious waste of time, had devolved into a frantic search to prevent his costume from inevitably crushing the person who now wore it. He'd seen what happens to whose who failed to meet the quota and Hidetoshi had no desire to share in their fate. He tried, he truly did, patiently combing floor after floor for pieces of candy: but his efforts were all for naught and the idealistic teenager would promptly murdered himself before stooping so low as to attempt mugging someone for their stash.

As the hours wore on, it became more steadily difficult to suck in oxygen, his ribs ached when he breathed out, and his head spun dangerously from oxygen deprivation. In desperation, he goes to look for one of the Minatos or at least return to his room. (He doesn't make it.) It's in one of the cold, clinical hallways when his legs crumpled from under him, and Hidetoshi slumps up against the wall, shaking in silent panic and pain, but his face remaining stubbornly expressionless. The teenager won't admit to himself but he's ran out of time. There's isn't any time to reach anybody else for help.

And for the first time in his life, he knew the most instinctive, primal fear of all; the incredibly, suffocating terror of death. The kind of fear that was cold and dark and made cold sweat break out on your forehead for the sickening intensity of it. The voice in the back of your mind chanting, no, no, please, anything, anybody but that, I don't want that, I'm scared of that, please, I don't want. to. die.

Handa clenched helplessly, bitting white crescent-moons into the palms. A shuddering gasp escaped from him, choking and gagging softly as he tried and failed to heave deep breaths. Hidetoshi was dimly aware of his body failing him, his costume's constricting embrace slowly tightening. And tightening. And tightening: his vision had gone black at the edges, and slowly the fear deepened into a bottomless chasm that he drowned soundlessly in, struggling for the air that was being so cruelly denied to him. He whimpered.

No...

No. No. No. Not like this.

Anything but this.

In case anybody was wondering: for all his hacking and whimpering and panicking, Hidetoshi Odagiri does not scream nor cry when he finally gives up the ghost and dies. ]

[ SCENARIO B: THE 28th-29th || DORMITORY LEVELS: ROOM 03-02 ]

[ A dark grey eye stared up at the ceiling, pupil diluted in horrified confusion. He had awoken and found himself capable of breathing blissful oxygen once more—his lungs expanded, heaving in air, and he groaned before sitting up with a sigh: Hidetoshi remembered dying but it seemed what he had heard other people say about how temporary death is in this Tower, were true. He looked up and what the FUCK was that mangy-looking wolf DOING in his ROOM? He managed to not scream only because weirdly enough, Hidetoshi didn't think the creature would harm him. And because it was right about then he noticed that being not-dead was not the only alternation that had taken place when he had blacked out—Hidetoshi always been a little on the scrawny side. But never had his bones struck out so noticeably and never had it seemed all of his hair had been torn out and replaced by an old metal helmet, sealed to his skin.

Oh, and the damn spear was back.

He looked malnourished, he looked wrong and ghastly. His skin was purple, and he was all but nude. One of his eyeballs was missing behind this eyepatch, he could tell. Hidetoshi snarled, anger disguising terror. Who had done this to him, and when could he gut them like rotten fish...

The wolf yowled, glistening drool dripping from its grinning, scruffy muzzle.

Hidetoshi all but ran of his room. ]

[ SCENARIO C: THE 30th-31th || ANYWHERE: TAKE YOUR PICK ]

[ The twisted-looking wolf wouldn't crease following him wherever he went and he couldn't make it go away and leave him alone. However Hidetoshi found after awhile the animal was actually an tolerable companion: it obeyed orders when he gave them and didn't seem interested in attacking anyone. It would be useful until it turned on him or something like that.

It wasn't the wolf that bothered him now; what was perplexing how how he seemed unable to locate anybody else. Save for rabid monsters (Hidetoshi had discovered he could electrocute enemies with the rune-engraved spear by total accident: it involved a moment of uncharacteristic carelessness on his part on the way to the cafeteria when he decided to not take the elevator, and an abomination that had appeared to be a deranged cross between an fire-breathing imp and a gigantic snake) and the costume-warped residents that he was trying to avoid if he could, Hidetoshi couldn't find a single normal person.

When the wolf was, at some point when Hidetoshi wasn't paying attention, loaded up with two baskets of the same candy the high schooler had died to collect, he hadn't reacted... very... well. After the immediate irrational response of trying to rip the metal baskets off of his over-sized canine and dump them on the floor only to discover the sweets just respawned back onto the wolf's back, he'd gone grouchily back to hunting down monsters and slaughtering them whenever he could.

And of course, by now, this event had flayed his nerves threadbare. He was angry, he was worn thin at the edges, and he had just discovered he could kill things with electricity: clearly the answer to his dilemma was to wander into the places where he had not dared to go when he had only knives and a mediocre level of training to defend himself. Hidetoshi doesn't even recognize the urge to hunt down "Shadows" for what it truly is...

If you desire to take his stash of candy for yourself so you wouldn't die in a painful fashion, you'll have to fight him tooth-and-nail for it. ]

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[ Brain still reconnecting. ]

Eat what? Eat the wolf?

[ But now that his panicked mind isn't completely focused on either a.) escaping the over-sized canine or b.) dealing with woah I just died there didn't I, Hidetoshi notices exactly what seemed 'off' about his older companion. In other words, he actually realizes Lancer is wearing goddamned human skin, a dog tail, and well. That his face is hidden by said human skin.

He really has no respect or liking for the admins of this wretched Tower anymore. ]

Tsk. You perished as well, Lancer-san?

[He shrugs.]

I'm alive enough now.

[He turns back to the wolf.]

Yes, eat the wolf. That just then gave me an appetite, and both of you smell delicious.

[In other words, he was going to at least try to eat the wolf...or he could eat Hidetoshi.]

[ Your current undead condition begs to differ, Lancer. And it's only because Hidetoshi has an excellent poker face he doesn't lose any color at Lancer's casual remark regarding his scent and possible cannibalism. Cannibalism. Cannibalism.This is why he was avoiding the other twisted husks of former candy-collecters. His eye flicker over to the spear he dropped, but his face remained expressionless. ]

Well, if you wish to kill and devour the wolf, do so, Lancer-san. [ Hidetoshi wouldn't mind sacrificing the wolf at all, it would save him some hassle, but he leaves unspoken if Lancer tries to eat him, he was going to fight back with all his might. He was not dying twice in two days. He refused to.

Said wolf is back on its paws with a roar of ill temper, and charging like a furry, rabid bullet towards the enemy a.k.a the older dog-man. ]

[Lancer braces himself, and then presses the wolf's head into the ground once it gets close enough. He's paying too much attention to the wolf to notice Hidetoshi's pokerface.]

Tch. Would be easier if you had candy.

[Sad to say, if Hidetoshi had candy, he would be dead. Ayaka's basket wasn't going to fill itself.]

[ It's only Lancer's quick reflexes that save him from losing the hand he uses to press the wolf's head down onto the floor. It yowls and thrashes and squirms and snaps, teeth clicking together uselessly; better hurry up and kill it before it breaks free.

Hidetoshi grunts, arms crossing over his bare chest. ]

My own collection of candy was lost with my... momentary termination.

[ That, and he figured he didn't particularly need to gather candy now that he had 'lost the game' and suffered the penalty. ]

[He's smashing his fists into the wolf's head. Dammit, when did it get so hard to kill his own food?]

Shit, that just seems like a waste of candy. I know kids who could've really used that.

[ ... Annnnd, after one final maddened thrashing of its body and a choked howl, it's dead. Blood spurts out of its mouth as its skull caves in. The fur is disgusting and matted and shaggy, but here's your meal, buddy. ]

And exactly how was I supposed to defend my own post-mortem corpse from whose who had no desire to die themselves?

[ Y'KNOW, BEING DEAD AND ALL. LOOTERS WORK FAST, GEEZ. ]

You have a point.

[Lancer grabs one of the front legs of the corpse and, with a sickening tear, rips it off the main body. Without even pausing to remove the fur, he bites into it and tears off more bloody chunks with his teeth.]

The assholes up at the top sure crafted a nice little trap for us. There's no way to avoid killing for that candy.

[Come to think of it, they were probably the ones responsible for his recent pangs of hunger as well.]

[ Duh, he does. ]

[ His poker face isn't impeccable enough that he doesn't a slight face of avid disgust when Lancer rips off one of the wolf's legs and begins rather messily devouring it. The wolf's blood drips lazily onto the floor from both the limb the older man is gnawing on and the wounds of the body itself, staining it with dull crimson drops. ]

My resentment of those 'assholes' has suddenly multiplied with this little game of theirs. Are these sort of [ games, torments, horrors ] events common in this tower?

[ While Hidetpshi speaks, he's also walking over and snagging that spear he dropped while fighting the large rabid canine. It was a good idea to keep himself armed at the moment. ]

[Lancer takes several more bites of meat before replying.]

I'd assume so. I've only ever had my body switched around, but those living here longer have been through more...and probably worse.

[ A chill runs down Hidetoshi's spine. He hadn't thought to ask how long Minato (either of him actually) had been here. ]

Wonderful. [ And the only reason he doesn't stab the wall or the floor out of ill-channeled wrath is because he isn't stupid even when he's pissed off. ]

[Hidetoshi is a smarter man than Lancer.]

Isn't it? You know, maybe I should try it again this month. Just suggest what exactly the administration can do with themselves.

[After all, he's not gonna request bodily harm to Jason during a Jason month, so there's not gonna be any monsters under the bed.]

[ Only sometimes. He's suffered from juggling the idiot ball lots of times himself. His sole remaining eye locked onto Lancer, the empty eye socket concealed behind the metal eyepatch twitching uselessly as his nerves failed to move the missing body part in sync with his other eye. ]

Do you have a way of contacting the administration to inform them of your lowly opinion of them?

[ Cuz' if so, Hidetoshi would like to know so he can use it too. ]

There's the suggestion box. You can drop just comments too.

[ Lancer is like Hidetoshi's personal animus exposition box by now, how useful of him.

He smirks and for a moment, entertains of a brief fantasy of dropping the management a note with pictures of them gutted like rotten fish on it, but regretfully dismisses the idea mostly due to the fact he's not a terrible skilled artist. And that would be a poor move, politically. Hidetoshi would prefer to piss off his captors after they no longer have the power to harm him. Much safer and reduces rick that way.

He's going to have to vent some way then. :| whatevers ]

Where is the suggestion box located in the tower?

Oh, it's just [insert location of suggestion box here because the mods never said where it was]. Can't miss it.

... [ stiffly; ]Thanks.

[ by the way are you done eating yet, Lancer? ]

[Nope. He's still tearing away at the wolf, having now crouched down to take bites out of the corpse directly with his teeth. He's just that hungry.]

[ Putting some distance between us as a precaution, thanks. He watches silently as the older dog-man returns his attention to devouring the bloodied corpse of the gigantic wolf, the gore staining his face and the floor around the limp body, offering no comment but a mildly repulsed look. ]

[Lancer stops eating to turn toward Hidetoshi. His mouth, and indeed, the bottom half of his face, is drenched in blood.]

Oh yeah...guess I should apologize for my "table manners".

[Ayaka had reprimanded him about that.]

[ Well, that's a pleasant sight, isn't it. Should he look at the bloodied, half-eaten wolf corpse, the wall, or the dog-man dressed in human skin with rotten table manners. Eh. It's polite to look at someone's face when you're addressing them; ]

Your poor eating habits are currently enforced by your costume, I assume?

[ Giving you the benefit of doubt here, buddy. ]

Ah? I guess. Not that different from how I usually eat.

[He raises an arm to wipe the blood away from his mouth.]

[ You're an adult, Lancer, why can't you act like a respectable one!! Thus you get a look of vague frustration. ]

Well then, you certainly have terrible table manners. Did your parents neglect to teach you any as a kid?

[Because he still has ten years to go before he figures out he's actually an adult.]

I didn't need any of that shit as a kid. You modern people have too many rules.

[ Skeptical eyebrow raise; ]

And in which century were you born?

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