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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[ 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?

Uh...what century did Conchobar Mac Nessa rule in?

[ ...

You know what, Hidetoshi would like it if there was one person in this hellmurder Tower who wasn't abnormal. Just one. But this sounds like history and he always harbored an minor interest in history. ]

Who's that?

[ Do you really think Irish culture and history was studied in Japan. ]

Oh, he was my uncle and the King of Ulster. I think his reign is at least a couple hundred years ago. After all, my place didn't have much in terms of big cities or technology.

[Lancer didn't expect the boy to know much about Ireland's history, but at the same time, he wasn't very good at keeping track of the years that had passed since his death.]

[ ... So Lancer is royalty, and his uncle was the king of some land that sounds vaguely foreign. Huh. Who knew. It'd explain his awful table manners though. Hidetoshi looks mildly interested. ]

Sounds like he was important. So, you're from around the times of the medieval era? Quite a long time ago. No running water or electricity back then, of course.

[ Then you're old, Lancer. Old as balls. ]

Sure, let's say that.

[He's not quite sure if the years in between dying and being summoned counted toward his age.]

My uncle was pretty important in my own time. Guess he must be famous now in Ulster, as my relative if nothing else.

So your own fame outshines that of a king of your homeland?

[ He twirls the spear in his hands, taking care to keep the pointy end away from him. ]

And which historic deeds did you perform to gain that renown?

I fought off an entire coalition army when they invaded my place. I was around your age then. A little older, maybe.

[He's returned to chowing down on wolf meat. It's like he's talking over a perfectly normal subject during a perfectly normal dinner.]

And and I did other stuff. Beat up some gods, fought a bunch of other heroes, courted lots of beautiful lassies...

[ Dryly; ] Impressive.

[ Sorry, Lancer but he's taking your word with a teensy grain of salt. Just a teensy bit no matter how surreal. But, still, he's being honest! He was still struggling with gaining the student council presidency and schoolwork a couple weeks ago. Lancer's accomplishments sound much more grandiose! ]

That would certainly land you a spot in the legends.

[ Hoarse chuckle. ]

There's probably plenty of legends about me back in Ireland. Haven't taken the time to read all of them, though.

[Since he had actually lived through the events, going to the library to read a story someone wrote centuries after the fact seemed to be a waste of time.]

Do you know the titles of the more popular ones? Perhaps I've heard of them.

[ If Lancer still isn't finished with tearing furry chunks out with his bloody teeth and devouring the maimed wolf, he'll notice Hidetoshi staring at him with gradually widening dark gray eyes that say; something is... highly amiss.

Mainly? That wolf is starting to slowly regenerate, being a part of Hidetoshi's post-costume and all. It's barely noticeable and quite subtle, but it's happening.

I never named my own adventures, kid.

[Why would he want to?]

[He notices the boy's eye widening.]

Did something just happen?

I meant the books that were written down about them. Unless the legends in your land were passed down orally?

[ The spear he had been twirling was now held at the ready. The wolf's bloody corpse is... shivering? ]

Damnit, that stupid—Stab it or something, please.

Orally, mostly.

[He turns back to the wolf corpse.]

What the fuck? I thought I killed that thing.

[It's just a bit irritating to know the things you kill won't stay dead.]

A shame.

[ Pink muscles withering disgustingly, fur regrowing in patchy tufts, and a low grinding emiting from its body as shattered, chewed on and bitten bones begin the process of mending. Hidetoshi is caught between annoyance and being squicked out. ]

Considering you just ate that thing, I thought so too.

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