Reno (
midgarhorizon) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-11-08 05:27 pm
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Characters: Reno, open
Setting:
Floor 39, Gymnasium
Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.
Format: Either
Summary: Open bar post shenanigans.
Warnings: None so far
Floor 39, Gymnasium
Reno was out on the track today a bit before classes start, running as fast as he could. It was like he was trying outrun something. His troubles, his conscience, the spell Ganondorf had placed on him, maybe. He had no shoes on, going along in his bare feet, lap after lap. To someone who really knew him, it was an attempt at exhausting himself, to actually fall asleep later when night came. To others, who knew. At this point he couldn't care what others thought of him anymore, not after all that had happened.
After how many laps - he had lost count a long time ago - he started to get winded and slowed down, coming to a stop near where he had left his gear. Grabbing a towel, he pressed it against his face and walked around a bit before sitting down.
Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.
The Tower was weighing more heavily on Reno than it usually did. The costumed blood bath didn't help matters any, but it wasn't even what was bothering him. Fighting, blood, things like that he had gotten long used to.
Truth was, he felt estranged from his friends, angry at others, but most of all angry with himself that he couldn't have changed anything, now or then.
Just some time to think, that's all he needed, which was why he was down in the tiny bar he had made with his other self, taking stock. A lot of his daily routines were flagging lately, like making alcohol for the bar, and eating. Well, with the falling temperatures, it was getting harder to find things to make the alcohol.
All of the bottles in the bar were out on the counter, on some tables nearby, on the floor. He had a clipboard with some paper, marking off tallies and taking notes, sometimes sitting on a chair or laying on the floor.
Setting:
Floor 39, Gymnasium
Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.
Format: Either
Summary: Open bar post shenanigans.
Warnings: None so far
Floor 39, Gymnasium
Reno was out on the track today a bit before classes start, running as fast as he could. It was like he was trying outrun something. His troubles, his conscience, the spell Ganondorf had placed on him, maybe. He had no shoes on, going along in his bare feet, lap after lap. To someone who really knew him, it was an attempt at exhausting himself, to actually fall asleep later when night came. To others, who knew. At this point he couldn't care what others thought of him anymore, not after all that had happened.
After how many laps - he had lost count a long time ago - he started to get winded and slowed down, coming to a stop near where he had left his gear. Grabbing a towel, he pressed it against his face and walked around a bit before sitting down.
Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.
The Tower was weighing more heavily on Reno than it usually did. The costumed blood bath didn't help matters any, but it wasn't even what was bothering him. Fighting, blood, things like that he had gotten long used to.
Truth was, he felt estranged from his friends, angry at others, but most of all angry with himself that he couldn't have changed anything, now or then.
Just some time to think, that's all he needed, which was why he was down in the tiny bar he had made with his other self, taking stock. A lot of his daily routines were flagging lately, like making alcohol for the bar, and eating. Well, with the falling temperatures, it was getting harder to find things to make the alcohol.
All of the bottles in the bar were out on the counter, on some tables nearby, on the floor. He had a clipboard with some paper, marking off tallies and taking notes, sometimes sitting on a chair or laying on the floor.

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Maybe, just maybe, she block him or turn his attack against him. In her mind, she thought upon every hero and fighter she could, hoping that they would give her strength.
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"Ready." He wasn't going to rush her, not with the real possibility he could hurt her by accident from misjudging what she could take.
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Tohko nodded when the guy spoke, and without another word, she quickly tried to punch him near the eye with her right fist and his stomach with her left. If she could get him on the ground, then she might have a chance..
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It wasn't that hard but it was enough to make him back up. "Hey, kiddo, what do ya think you're doing? The whole reason I got this here was so you could punch it, not to go after my eye."
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"I'm sorry..I thought if I hit you near your eye, you would be blinded for a moment! I wasn't trying to put out your eye. I have to admit..I've never seen punching guards before, so I thought they were for you, so if you swung at me, I wouldn't get as hurt. I do apologize. May I try again?"
She scratched her head as she asked. While she was happy that she had managed to actually hit him, she felt rather foolish for not knowing why he had brought out those guards in the first place.
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Overconfidence could get her knocked over pretty easy, but he would wait and see what she did.
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