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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. ]
xD
He looks up at that, cocking an eyebrow. A... A submachine gun. Really. Really? ]
It must have been quite the adventure, to require you learn how to.
[ It's not much of a surprise as it should be to Hidetoshi to hear this person knew his friend as well. Ah, that's mister social butterfly for you. ]
You're acquainted with Minato-kun yourself? Yes, I attend Gekkoukan High School as [ short mental pause to correct the past tense to present tense before saying it out of habit ] he does.
no subject
...it's a long story.
[He strokes his chin, thinking. Hey you know what else Naoya did? Telling things like they are.]
Yes, both leading our respective teams. However, my own is unaccounted for in the tower. Perhaps I should explain that I am from 1997, and your past.
no subject
I see—
[ And then Naoya drops that little bombshell of information, and Hidetoshi stares at him like he's grown a second head out of his left shoulder blade, and said head was radioactive. His shoulders tighten in confusion. ]
... Excuse me?
[ It's not the time distortion and the casual mention of being from 1997 that throws him off—Risette was from the future, after all and he'd gotten over that shocker pretty swiftly since it had happened with both Minato(s) as well. It was the connection of Minato and this person as being same since they lead their respective teams—their respective of who and for what? ]
LATE FOREVER
I apologize. That might be something that he should tell you himself first...
[He'd have to apologize to Minato later about this faux-pas as well.]
IT'S ALRIGHT
... Exactly what should he inform me of? Which teams are you referring to?
[ #good job Naoya ]