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towerofanimus2012-11-03 12:08 pm
altitonant_emperor) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-03 12:08 pm
OO3 >> and in the aftermath, you stopped and tried to remember what it's like to breath
Characters: Hidetoshi, and rest of you lunatics, post open to whoever.
Setting: Floor 45, and anywhere else if needed.
Format: Actionspam to begin with. Either is fine by me, but be warned that using prose equates a slower tagging time from me.
Summary: Hidetoshi's post-October event reaction is to do his best to pretend it never happened beyond apologizing to the people he attacked under the mistaken assumption of them being monsters he desired to cut into bloody pieces, and then go and practice at chucking knives at makeshift targets. Brilliance!
Warnings: Post-death angst? Mentions of death and violence.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR FORTY-FIVE ]
[ After Hidetoshi had awoken in his bed in the dorm, restored to normal (dark grey hair regrown onto his scalp, missing eyeball back in its proper socket and all) he had calmly gotten up, calmly washed his face and hands in the bathroom before calmly proceeding to the nearest toilet to lean over and quickly empty the contents of his stomach into its depths. It hadn't made him feel much better, to be honest, but... it had helped a little. As did the righteous thought of much badly he wished to lecture the administrators on their abusive cruelty. Finding and receiving his own consolation prize had soured him to them even further, since it had seemed to him that Ruana was laughing at them all. Hidetoshi had died along with how many others collecting that stupid candy in order to survive the day, and still more of the tower residents had suffered? And she does this?
He doesn't want to dwell on what happened last month, or his own unwilling stint as an electricity-sprouting, nude purple-skinned and skinny Odin with a rabid, drooling wolf familiar. He can't just sit around in traumatized shock (since he's not traumatized or anything of the sort really) and other then forcibly dragging himself to mealtimes in the cafeteria and the weekly collar checkup, Hidetoshi could think of nothing productive to accompany his idle mind with. So he does nothing other than roam restlessly around the monster-less sections of the tower, taking care to avoid the creatures. Any of the supernatural abilities granted to him by his costume are gone by now, and Hidetoshi knows better than to engage things he cannot defeat.
It's only after Labrys speaks to him on the network, Hidetoshi finally comes up with something to take his thoughts off of the candy event. If he had nothing to do, then he would find something to do.
The throwing knives sink into the target one after another, thunk, thunk, thunk. Jay was an effective teacher but a fair one, and borrowing some live weaponry to train with had struck Hidetoshi as an excellent idea. The target itself is actually little more than a wooden coffee table Hidetoshi stole from the fourth floor lounge, lugged up slowly to the new observatory, and scratched a target deep into the wood, but it serves its purpose well enough. More than half of the small knives he throws either misses or doesn't connect with the target at all while the other half doesn't strike the bullseye, but Hidetoshi is just a beginner and he knows that you need practice before you can be remotely good at something. So he practices and laments the lack of any productive activities to do around here.
Sometimes his hands shake a little, causing the knives to go even more array when he tosses them smoothly through the air. But only sometimes, easy enough to dismiss, and nothing else is out of place.
He's fine. He is capable of ignoring the faint images of dead humanoid-things pressing against the outsides of the glass walls. Just tired and worn out.
Thunk, thunk, thunk. ]
Setting: Floor 45, and anywhere else if needed.
Format: Actionspam to begin with. Either is fine by me, but be warned that using prose equates a slower tagging time from me.
Summary: Hidetoshi's post-October event reaction is to do his best to pretend it never happened beyond apologizing to the people he attacked under the mistaken assumption of them being monsters he desired to cut into bloody pieces, and then go and practice at chucking knives at makeshift targets. Brilliance!
Warnings: Post-death angst? Mentions of death and violence.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR FORTY-FIVE ]
[ After Hidetoshi had awoken in his bed in the dorm, restored to normal (dark grey hair regrown onto his scalp, missing eyeball back in its proper socket and all) he had calmly gotten up, calmly washed his face and hands in the bathroom before calmly proceeding to the nearest toilet to lean over and quickly empty the contents of his stomach into its depths. It hadn't made him feel much better, to be honest, but... it had helped a little. As did the righteous thought of much badly he wished to lecture the administrators on their abusive cruelty. Finding and receiving his own consolation prize had soured him to them even further, since it had seemed to him that Ruana was laughing at them all. Hidetoshi had died along with how many others collecting that stupid candy in order to survive the day, and still more of the tower residents had suffered? And she does this?
He doesn't want to dwell on what happened last month, or his own unwilling stint as an electricity-sprouting, nude purple-skinned and skinny Odin with a rabid, drooling wolf familiar. He can't just sit around in traumatized shock (since he's not traumatized or anything of the sort really) and other then forcibly dragging himself to mealtimes in the cafeteria and the weekly collar checkup, Hidetoshi could think of nothing productive to accompany his idle mind with. So he does nothing other than roam restlessly around the monster-less sections of the tower, taking care to avoid the creatures. Any of the supernatural abilities granted to him by his costume are gone by now, and Hidetoshi knows better than to engage things he cannot defeat.
It's only after Labrys speaks to him on the network, Hidetoshi finally comes up with something to take his thoughts off of the candy event. If he had nothing to do, then he would find something to do.
The throwing knives sink into the target one after another, thunk, thunk, thunk. Jay was an effective teacher but a fair one, and borrowing some live weaponry to train with had struck Hidetoshi as an excellent idea. The target itself is actually little more than a wooden coffee table Hidetoshi stole from the fourth floor lounge, lugged up slowly to the new observatory, and scratched a target deep into the wood, but it serves its purpose well enough. More than half of the small knives he throws either misses or doesn't connect with the target at all while the other half doesn't strike the bullseye, but Hidetoshi is just a beginner and he knows that you need practice before you can be remotely good at something. So he practices and laments the lack of any productive activities to do around here.
Sometimes his hands shake a little, causing the knives to go even more array when he tosses them smoothly through the air. But only sometimes, easy enough to dismiss, and nothing else is out of place.
He's fine. He is capable of ignoring the faint images of dead humanoid-things pressing against the outsides of the glass walls. Just tired and worn out.
Thunk, thunk, thunk. ]
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Anyway, yes, back to your daily scheduled programming:
Your idea of practicing is throwing knives at a table.
Really.
[ His voice is soft and modulated, if not a little bit flat, his tone laced with mild distaste. This is how he expects to improve his aim, his throw, his power? Throwing knives at a coffee table? Surely, there are better methods than that. ]
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Why, yes actually. [ He manages to make it sound not snappish, but largely annoyed. Practice methods doesn't need to be elaborate to be useful. ] If one expect any improvement in anything, basic practice is required.
[ He'd only received some scant instruction from Jay before the candy event had hit the Tower, and he had lost access to his knives upon death. So, Hidetoshi had... roughly less then two weeks and mediocre fighting experience with a spear to go off of. He isn't looking for an increase in power, just familiarity with something he is totally new at. A better aim, understanding and such. ]
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...
It's a table.
[ He rolls his eyes and averts his gaze to the nearby window. Is- Is that some kind of gruesome humanoid thing hanging from the window sill? That's not exactly a sight Shadow enjoys. Awkward. ]
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...
[ Does this person have issues with tables? :| ]
[ Hidetoshi follows his gaze upwards and tries to control his revolted grimace when he sees the monstrous, disgusting abomination dangling from the window sill, bony black fingers brushing against the glass and promptly looks back down. There's no real point to staring at creatures like appear to belong more in cheap two-yen horror movies than in reality. He continues on his way over to the battered table and crouches down on his haunches to gather up the scattered knives, prying some out of the wood and others off of the cold, smooth floor. ]
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[ he doesn't but GODDAMN A TABLE THAT IS THE WEIRDEST THING TO TRAIN WITH EVER
Whatever, though. That is now the least of his worries. He steps over to the window and faces that- that thing head-on, the grotesque eyes staring into his own. Shadow's ears pin to his skull, a small snarl showing itself, displaying to this beast that he's not to be trifled with. ]
What is this?
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[ Be quiet, he's working with limited resources here, okay AND NO ACTUALLY A TABLE IS NOT THAT WEIRD OF THING TO USE FOR TRAINING
He doesn't glance up from checking over his throwing knives, counting them up to ensure he didn't miss any of them before checking to see if the target had been knocked out of place or anything similar. It hadn't. He stood back up, rubbing his thumb idly down the flat side of one knife, and looking over at the black creature as he snarled at the beast beyond the glass. ]
I did not know and I do not want to know, as Keisuke would put it. [ Just of the many grotesque monsters that roamed the halls, and presumably the world, of the Tower they were trapped within. Or so Hidetoshi preferred to believe. An alternative left far too much to the imagination for him to sleep soundly. ] Perhaps it is one of the monsters.
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[ Someone probably owns that table or something. Grabbing from useful resources and wasting it on chucking knives? Pathetic.
As of now, however, he prefers to get to that... whatever it is outside, clinging to the wall for dear life and staring at him with its mouth (or... is that even a mouth at all?) hanging wide open, lolling from side-to-side. It is as if this thing's jaw has hinges that are loose, thus making the mouth swing about with nothing but skin holding it together with the head.
That is just a bit of a nauseating sight. Just a bit. ]
No, it is clearly an ally. What else would it be?
[ He isn't about to move from this spot yet, although he does take a step or two back. If that thing busts into the tower, he's going to have to promptly deal with it. ]
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[ He had noticed that no matter how much damage was caused to a floor, or a room, or anywhere really by anybody, sooner or later the damage was cleaned up or repaired. Hidetoshi was sure that the chaos sparked by the candy event had generated a fair deal of damage, yet. There was no sigh of any prior damage. And how many times must it be repeated, the table is scratched and still fully useable, not destroyed.
He walks back to the original position he had been standing in when the black creature had walked into the empty observatory and doesn't bother looking over at the revolting abomination clinging to the outside of the walls with its impossibly realistic mimicry of a zombie or other such unsettling, nasty things. It helps when he thinks of it and the general creepy atmosphere as mere horror movie effects, even he's fully aware that's not true. ]
My mistake. It could be either one of the cast members of the television series Feathermen, or one of the many unidentified, disgusting lifeforms that roam this lovely Tower of ours, who can say.
[ That was dry sarcasm, just in case you were wondering. ]
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I do not particularly care.
[ He leaves it as that condensed response, focusing on the more important matter at hand. He carefully steps back to the window, raising a curious finger and tapping it lightly against the glass. The creature doesn't move in the slightest, not even reacting to stimuli. Either it is very unresponsive or it's hard of hearing.
Either way, all he knows is it doesn't seem to be prepared to attack. There's that much. ]
Oh, no. [ He rolls his eyes, returning with some of his own biting sarcasm. ] You are mistaken. That is clearly a lovely princess lying in wait for you.
[ ... or perhaps both of them. egh. ]
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Of course. [ He answered the black creature's short volley of sarcasm with a disinterested sneer and his own snide commentary. Hidetoshi hefted one throwing knife in his hand, checking the weight for a moment with a critical eye while sparing another eye to pay attention to the other person's tapping on the glass wall in close proximity to the disgusting, zombie-thing outside. ] Well, I'm afraid the lovely maiden will be made to return to her home of rotting away in some putrid ditch, disappointed. Unless you feel like making her day yourself.
[ ... ew.
Thunk. The knife hit the target with a solid impact. His sneer lightened into a small smile. ]
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Oh, yes, it is definitely slobbering all over the window now with saliva and small smears of blood, making a totally nasty mess.
Ew. ]
... Well, then. [ Shadow turns away, trying to ignore the knotting sensation in his stomach. Eugh. ] I don't suppose you can defend yourself from 'harmless maidens' using simple knives.
[ Because that... isn't really going to do much of anything, he thinks. ]
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He very determinedly does not look at the window.
Because, no. ]
My self-defense skills are mediocre at the best. [ Said flatly. Even if they had improved over the duration of the candy event. There was a reason he tended to do his best to avoid monsters when not under the control of the Tower. His ego prevented him from spelling out plainly he wouldn't be of much use in combat, but his pride wasn't so large it would stop from being sincere about his ability to defend himself. ] So, I'm afraid I would only be an minor assent in combat against a 'harmless maiden', and I rathrt doubt throwing knives work against the... undead. [ All late-night horror movies were very clear about the fact you needed to chop off a zombie's head or burn it alive for it to stop moving or such crap. ]
[ It almost makes him miss being able to electrocute people. Thus, the need to boost his fighting skills up a little. He lines up another throw, squinting at the target scratched onto the coffee table. ]
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Do you wonder why they are mediocre?
[ He places a fist on his hip, not about to let him answer. ] Knives will not do anything for you. Training with larger weaponry, with magical abilities, with energies... that will aid you. There is no point to this.
[ Says the hedgehog who got killed by a kid vampire. ]
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No, I do not wonder— [ If he had wondered why, he wouldn't exactly be working to remedy the issue, would he? He was aware of the problem and being a perfectionist at heart, was attempting to work at fixing it. But the black creature cut him off before he could finish that sentence. Cue a small twitch. ]
[ He appraised him coldly, glaring down at him with, more with anger than anything else. ] I see. Is that how things are in whatever universe you come from? People can pick up heavy weaponry and be proficient at using it within one and half months? Magic and such energies actually exist? Then I feel I should inform that I have no such abilities. [
Cross-canon power ain't a thing man. Neither is non-canon powers. He's a NPC to boot.][ He turns to face him fully, crossing his arms over his chest. ] 'No point', you say? Don't be so narrow-minded. There's no reason to put the horse in front of the wagon. [ Everybody starts small. Realistic goals and all that. ]