Don't make a sound...

[sacred_flamer]

Characters: Luke and everyone~
Setting: All around the Tower, any day from Sunday to Wednesday.
Format: Starting action, will match you.
Summary: Luke died and came back wrong. Now heaven forbid you make a sound...
Warnings: Potential character death.

[Luke died.]

[It took him some time to realize that was the case after he woke up in his room, even though he had intentionally confronted Yu with the knowledge he was going to die. By the time he could move, his head felt impossibly heavy, to the point where he couldn't even really lift it right. Feeling around gave him the answer why: his helmet had swollen to a ridiculous size. If that wasn't bad enough, every little sound was making him jump, wanted to follow after it...]

[On every day from Sunday to Wednesday, Luke is going to be wandering around the Tower, pursuing every little sound he comes across. Make a noise? Yeah, he'll be there. Look threatening? He can attack with that noise you just made.]

[Good luck with that, especially since all sound made comes in distorted for him. Memories of pods? Yeah, that's enough to drive anyone a little crazy. He'll be at his most dangerous on Wednesday, but if you're lucky you might get enough sanity out of him to get some candy.]

Comments

[sacred_flamer]

[Talking was a bad idea, dear Mr. Walker. Luke jerked back at the sudden noise, the distortion ringing loudly in his ears, and he just reacted, the hyperresonance coming out of complete instinct.]

[Hope you weren't too attached to that book, because it's atoms now.]

[whiteblackknight]

[Stares at his recently vacated bookspace.] Well, there went my afternoon.

[He jerks his head back to Luke.] What are you!?

[sacred_flamer]

[Even if Luke could hear right, he wouldn't have been able to answer. Dammit, the noise... the distortion made his head hurt, and he let out a pained cry as he gripped his head, shooting off another blast.]

[whiteblackknight]

Oh jee--

[A white cloak billows forth as a defense...that prevents skin damage at best.]

[The feeling of falling against a large book case, knocking it over and breaking it is not a fun one. Quite painful, actually.]

Urgh....[Papers, shredded, fly around the impact site, as if alive. And maybe they are. Tiny, fairy-like screams emanate from the shreds as they fall towards the ground.]

[sacred_flamer]

[The sound kept coming. Luke moaned, sounding like he was in pain from the least little bit of noise, and little blasts came as a result. What shreds of paper survived were disintegrated, barely leaving ash behind.]

[whiteblackknight]

[He lies there, his eyes closed to keep the ash out.]

...

[Once it stops falling, a single open eye shows the thing before him bend in agony.] ...that's a no-brainer. [His brain throbbed with the sound those shreds made before suddenly being silenced.]

*glare*