towerofanimus | ☆ Exploration

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☆ Exploration

Characters: Alcor, Yamato, open to everyone~
Setting: Literally everywhere conceivable, Nov 2nd all day.
Format: I will follow you to the ends of the tower
Summary: In an effort to put October as faaaaaaaar behind him as possible, Alcor's going around with Yamato to see the sights and look for some folks to do a formal introduction.
Warnings: Dadcor being really grossly proud of his little bratty kid <3

If he ever left this forsaken tower and returned to his own place, set to claim the heavenly throne...he'd actually have to stay his hand from erasing the concept of 'October' from the new world he would make. Really, Alcor hadn't been very visible for most of the month; he had teleported around, stolen candy and given it to those he was most invested in, and then sleeping off his stress. It hadn't been a healthy exchange for him, but he had mostly been able to keep from lapsing in to a moment of mental emptiness. ...Mostly.

So the best way to greet November was with his best foot forward, right? Metaphorically speaking, of course. He wanted to have more time to actually show Yamato what was where, and to show him people he could trust- thus a leisurely tour of the tower was begun bright and early on the 2nd. Feel free to run in to them anywhere and everywhere, just be prepared to deal with a really ridiculous father-son duo.

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[......there's just someone looking zoned out and shuffling through the hallways.

Yeah, remember when he talked about hope?

He's kinda needing them right now.]

While Alcor is being bubbly and flowery over this father-son bonding time, Yamato was less than enthusiastic.

October had been downright traumatising to him, and right now he just wanted to sit in his room eating pumpkin seeds for an eternity. Instead Alcor made him come out of his room and stagger about the stupid tower which was full of stupid things like stupid costumes and stupid people and stupid candy.

Did he say the tower was stupid yet.

"Are we going to do this for long? I'm not in the mood for a long walk."

Let the bratting commence.

Well for those that didn't have the ability to threaten unmaking things when he was distressed (...normally, at least), the best way to deal with a really, really bad month was obviously to just ignore it. Because that was totally healthy and totally what was happening now, with Jun seated at the grand piano again and playing off any old tune he could think of.

Though at least this time the melody sounded less sad and more angry than the first time he'd met Alcor here.

Edited (action and prose there is no difference) 2012-11-02 22:01 (UTC)

[HELLO STARBUDDY someone is just leaving the library right now.

Of course seeing someone he enjoys spending time with, Alcor gets a nod and a smile.]

Good day, Al Saiduq. [And to Yamato as well.] Who is your companion, today?

[...oh. He should have expected a sight like this.

Even if he had put October out of his mind, that didn't mean others had- and clearly it had been enough to cause hopekid to become a shambling wreck. Yamato would have to understand- this was something Alcor had to help with.]

Makoto Naegi?

[Yamato just gave the rather dazed looking teenager a dismissive look. He didn't look like he had two brain cells to rub together]

You know this person?

[DISDAAAAAIN]

"I could carry you, if you'd prefer."

Take THAT I mean Alcor was at least trying to offer help, okay? Even if Yamato would never take it because of his pride, it was an honest statement.

"It isn't good to lock yourself in, Yamato. I want to show you some things that are not horrible."

Implying heavily that there are few of them.

Yamato didn't bother replying to the offer of being carried, instead letting his disgruntled expression speak for itself. Like he would ever be carried...

~~Peasant.~~

"This entire tower is stupid. I do not want to be shown anything within it, because it would be stupid too."

Hey look, someone else who was ignoring the situation! It's like a damn repression party up in here...!!

Alcor, as he is often one to do, had followed the melody to it's source. Even with a small smile on his face, he was at least apprehensive enough to know better than to risk aggravating the situation...but he also couldn't leave sleeping dogs lie, apparently.

It was only a little, reciprocated tune, but he did hum back at the piano's reverberating feelings as a means of greeting.

Yamato was looking a bit intrigued by the angry music, his head tilted to the side as he listened to the harshness and bluntness of the pressed note. When they followed the melody to its source, however, they came upon that- man! It was him.

Hmmm...

Yamato frowned when Alcor hummed back at the music, and lifted his sleeve to his mouth as he grumbled lowly in his throat, half-tempted to mimic him, but deciding not to after some thought. He didn't feel like it, mutter mutter...

To you as well, Xehanort. [He's actually able to smile more relaxed upon seeing the guy, 'cos if there's anyone on his list that he's interested in introducing Yamato to, Xehanort is high up there. Just thinking of how the kid would react to him was beyond intriguing.]

This is Yamato Hotsuin, my child, ab incunabulis.

[Since everyone else seemed to assume Yamato was his biological child and not, well, "adopted".]

Oh, did someone call for a repression party? Because one of the kings of repression is standing near one of the tombstones that's too worn out to see anymore. He's actually being somewhat... gentle with it, doing his best to brush the debris off of it.

The energy he senses makes him pause, however, and he turns to greet Alcor.

"... Ah. Alcor. And Yamto as well. Hello there."

[Yamato stared up suspiciously at the strange man, looking strangely...disgruntled over Alcor's apparent friendliness with him]

Who's this?

[He says quite rudely]

"You are within this tower, and I am as well." Your silly child logic is so much easier than your older, snippier stuff. He never realized he missed this, before.

"Also, pumpkin seeds are within the tower." Don't think he didn't notice your enamored state with them, okay.

"..."

Yamato scowled and turned his noise up, even stamping his feet for a few steps to show his obvious irritation. As he was wearing geta, this made a loud cracking noise whenever the wooden teeth struck the floor.

"Fine. Most things are stupid within this tower, with a few exceptions, that being myself and the pumpkin seeds."

YEAH. YOU'RE NOT AN EXCEPTION. YOU DUMB DUMB.

There's a broader smile as he spots Naoya, that melts away quick. This is the sort of place the star would otherwise seek to avoid, but...

"I should not be surprised that you two are already acquainted." Seriously, it just sort of made sense like that. "To whom are you tending, Naoya?"

Edited 2012-11-02 22:24 (UTC)

Despite the inherent awkward in... baaaasically everything about this situation, the humming wasn't unfamiliar, and he perked up slightly when he heard it, slowly bringing the tune to a close and turning in his seat to look at Alcor and Yamato.

"Hello, Al Suha-- Yamato." Just gonna smile and nod as if nooooothing happened.

Oh, it was him. Just excuse Yamato making a little face here, because both the surroundings are gross, and he is a bit grumpy in general towards Naoya for obvious reasons. Two big egos clashing...

COMMENCING BRATTY IGNORING.

Alcor actually had to cover his mouth in a failed attempt to keep from smiling too obviously.

"Only you and pumpkin seeds? There are other things, I'm sure." He pretended to ponder, but not for too long. "Your clothes, for example."

Hello sheep boy.

Er.

Naoya stands and brushes the dirt off of his hands and clothes. "Someone whose name has been lost to the flow of time. I'm all too familiar with that state... so I thought at least someone should tend to them."

Too many lives and names that had been blotted out completely. It wasn't fair, and he wouldn't stand for it.

"What are you two doing today?"

Yamato almost paused, and let out a small, aggravated noise. Stop poking holes in his words!!!! He could feel his face beginning to heat up from his little slip.

"...and my clothes- and my geta, before you say anything else."

[Daww, have a little chuckle Yamato. If there's one thing he's used to, it's sassy kids... there's far too many of them in this tower, after all.]

Your father and I are well acquainted, and share similar passions for knowledge. It is a pleasure to meet you.

[And to Alcor:]
I believe some congratulations are in order. You are quite fortunate to have been reunited.

Alcor was practically brimming with happy when Jun didn't, I dunno, run away or anything, which was no doubt going to be obnoxious as hell to Yamato.

"You did not have to stop. The music was soothing in it's way." Expressing emotion through other medium- he knew humans did that, but the star had never considered trying such himself. Maybe it'd help with his nasty I WILL UNMAKE YOU problem.

He turned his gaze down to Yamato, ruffling his hair. "Are you busy, Jun? I wanted to show Yamato something, but...wasn't quite sure I could replicate it alone."

[Oh Yamato, you little brat, stop being so kawaii.]

I'm quite glad, even if it has been a trial in other ways. [Obvious ways. Tower being the tower and all.] I am seeking to bestow upon him a list of people who would not, to be crass, remove his head or anything of the sort.

Yamato whined quietly when Alcor ruffled his hair - although he would vehemently deny that such a noise escaped him - pushing away Alcor's hand and turning away from him grumpily.

Although he was peering at Jun suspiciously from the corner of his eye. Remember - Alcor is his so don't be too friendly with him, Jun, or face the wrath of a possessive child Hotsuin!

[Yamato, impossibly, just looked even more grumpy - and it manifested into a little pout]

How did you two meet?

[Time for rude, probing questions hour - and Yamato shifting a bit closer to Alcor to hold onto his pants leg in a clear show of 'this is mine B|'. He doesn't want to share his caretaker okay]

That moment when Alcor was so glad he didn't have to try and take care of both of these kids at the same time- oh wait, welcome to Animus.

"...an unfortunate truth, though I commend you for it." He had always tried to remember the otherwise forgotten, but...it was a hard thing to do. Instinctively, he gripped Yamato's hand a little tighter.

"I was trying to investigate the new floors, as well as showing Yamato around more properly, as things have calmed somewhat." He glanced down at said kid, frowning a little. "Please, do not be rude Yamato. Naoya is a dear friend of mine."

"..."

Okay, Yamato's dislike simply intensified. Anyone 'dear' to Alcor was deemed a threat to Yamato's place in Alcor's list of priorities. He liked being first place, and he wasn't quite used to 'sharing' his caretaker yet.

He glanced at Naoya from the corner of his eye, letting out a small grunt that could've meant anything before resuming his ignoring.

As the two headed towards one of the lounges, well. Instrumental music floated out softly to greet them, and Taro just stared down at an old, faded photograph. He sniffed, and looks up, spotting Alcor. He cut the music off abruptly.

"... Hey."

Edited 2012-11-02 22:39 (UTC)

Honestly, with all of Alcor's language knowledge and cheats and whatnot, Jun felt kind of awkward with him of all people having heard the tune. His anger was something he was trying to taper, not let other people know about.

So needless to say he was pretty OK with not playing and helping Alcor with whatever it is he wanted. And you know, ignoring Yamato's drilling looks of suspicion.

"Sure, I can help. But what with...?"

"Ah." Naoya half-smiled at them. "Oh, don't give me that look, Yamato. I knew him a very long time ago. I imagine we were not in contact when he started taking care of you."

He could see that jealousy a mile away.

"Did you stay mostly out of harm's way last month, Alcor?"

It's quite understandable. This is a place fraught with dangers, after all... having one's family present puts them at risk.

[Of course his own "family" is quite capable of defending themselves... when they're not instigating trouble on their own...]

I believe your father was investigating the pool.

"I need a guitar."

yes

hes doin it

hes doin this thing

"But, I am not sure I remember how to hook them up. That part of my memory is...fuzzy, at best."

What is this?

Yamato tuned better into the conversation, glancing up at his caretaker with a frown. "You can play the guitar?"

He never knew that.

The request takes Jun by surprise as well, but then... oh yeah, he probably learned how to play from that time he was Tat..suya... yeeaaah.

He nodded. "Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem...!"

And rather than take the initiative and explain to the kid about the bodyswap situation, Jun was going to leave that task to Alcor and instead get up from the piano seat and go over to inspect one of the electric guitars that was closest to the kind that Tatsuya played, setting up the amp and making sure it was tuned and playable. Or at least as much as his skills could afford, he was a pianist not a guitarist after all.

"I suppose he was just an ordinary hedgehog, after all."
R.I.P
Sonic the Hedgehog
19?? - ????
Shadow's fingers trailed over the engraved text, disbelief finally having worn down from his features, leaving him staring blankly at the name and reading it over and over again. To think that, such a short while ago, he'd wanted him dead, yet once they finally forged an alliance, he wanted to... protect him. Battling that Biolizard, he shoved him to the side whenever he was too weak to go on, looking to defend him from further harm. He used most of his power during that Chaos Control, and while he would have fallen either way, he kept Sonic from enduring the same fate.

Now he was gone - at least, according to this mysterious tower grave - and he felt as if he'd failed him.

Just as he did Maria.

He felt so much mixed emotion twirling within his mind, yet he felt as if all ability to feel had gone from him physically, leaving him as an empty shell. He wasn't angry, he wasn't regretful, he wasn't proud, he wasn't upset, he wasn't mourning, he wasn't celebrating, and he just plain wasn't feeling anything. All he could condense it to was feeling horrible, yet lost, leaving him in a form of living, walking stasis, much like when he was locked in a tube for fifty years.

He remained crouched down next to the grave, his expression unwavering as he gave a haunting whisper to a hedgehog who will never hear him:

"I will never forget you."

Care to approach this angst-bucket?

Edited 2012-11-03 22:01 (UTC)

[...........oh no. Someone else who knew him. This'll be really awkward if he even had the willpower to process that.]

...

[There's just a nod from him.]

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