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towerofanimus2012-11-08 05:27 pm
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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"I did hear rumors." he said slowly, not specifying more on these rumors and who brought them "And I am worried about what Ganondorf may have made you go through."
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Of course, he was being massively manipulative and not everything was true. The worst thing that could have happened, did.
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He paused. This was uncharacteristic of the Reno he had talked to before, but that was logical given what he went through.
"This will bring you little if no comfort, but I can only assume they desired to save what could be saved. Xion, much as you may have desired." Gandalf stated. Riku after all had successfully rescued Xion. if he had tried to rescue Reno, the three of them may have been lost. "But I still feel worried over what befell you after this."
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"How was it pointless?"