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towerofanimus2012-11-18 11:54 pm
neverbeamemory) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-18 11:54 pm
006 | Time to get to it....
Characters: Gymnasium: Sephiroth & OPEN. Dormitory 03-02: Sephiroth, Master Xehanort & Odagiri Hidetoshi [Possible Open if anyone had reason to invade].
Setting: Gymnasium Floor 39: Any morning 19th - 23rd November. Dormitory 03-02: 19th November, Mid-Afternoon.
Format: Prose & Action, I'll match
Summary: Gymnasium: If there is one thing Sephiroth will always do, it's waste time making himself better. Dorm 03-02: This could be the start of something, an opportunity for sharing thoughts, ideas and possible plotting.
Warnings: Possible hating on the admins. Also usual risk of violence. Will keep updated as it progresses
Gymnasium:
[Maybe, just maybe. He might be developing a routine. Is that a good or a bad thing? Sephiroth doesn't know if this is his control keeping his mind occupied or indeed if he's been set up for this, he tries not to think too much about it recently. It's a big downward, paranoid spiral to consider layers upon layers of what is illusion and what is reality; having to just get on with the fact that there is a collar permanently fixed around his neck is enough of a reminder.
Of course, he wants to find answers. However else could he decide to accept or reject any of the ideals of this Tower he was stuck in. But it would take time for theories to develop, for facts to be learnt. He had to be patient, he had to keep his mind as clear as possible and that meant doing things to resist the urge to brood too much. He had also recently learned that quite possibly he may not be the superior being in this place. And so, almost every morning Sephiroth can be found pounding away at the track, launching precise strikes at the punching bag, or carefully pumping weights. Not every morning though, and of course not always the same routine. That would make him too predictable.]
Dorm 03-02:
Life in the dormitories and sharing his sleeping space had turned out not to be so difficult. Being such an early riser, usually Sephiroth could quietly slip away out of the Dormitory before the other residents he shared with were awake. That suited him just fine, first out and last back most of the time except on the morning after the inevitable collar-check that he seemed to have made clear that he would attempt to boycott every time if that's what it took to find a weakness in the system. Sephiroth had trouble sleeping anyway knowing well what such a vulnerable state such sleep was, and not knowing too much about the other residents that he shared with. He didn't think that the kids would become a threat; such children would only become a problem if they somehow got in his way or if he ended up somehow opposing them. Thankfully, from the couple of occasions he'd spoken with Xehanort the older man didn't seem inclined to cause him any grief either.
It could have been a lot worse. Sleep had started to come a little easier since he'd taken to reading a little in the evenings. At the Mountains of Madness was proving an enthralling, yet somewhat confusing read. Not that Sephiroth was illiterate in anyway at all, far from it. It was more that he didn't have any background knowledge of this world called Earth and so in order to understand sometimes chapters were re-read so that he could be sure within his own imaginaton how he envisioned this strange world. Tohko was right, HP Lovecraft did have a very particular way of writing that was for sure. If Sephiroth found he was running out of patience with the fiction there was the other book that lived on his bedside table. Well it wasn't really a book but more like a pile of papers bound together with string. It contained Shion's 'survival 101' compliation on known fungi, plants and berries within the Tower. Sephiroth had yet to check out the Forest on Floor 32, as he was naturally suspect to follow anyones research other than his own. After all, the admins could have changed everything since Shion found out all this information. The would-be Turks sources could be questionable as well.
By this afternoon, Sephiroth had worked out, cleaned up and found himself drawn back to the Dormitory to re-read a chapter of the fiction he had decided not to persue the previous evening. At least it would give his long silver hair the chance to dry off fully before he went off in persuit of anything else today. Long leather trenchcoat was draped across the end of the bed and pauldrons placed almost like an ornament on the top of the chest before Sephiroth had drawn all of his hair forward over one shoulder and sat up with his back against the headboard to continue reading At the Mountains of Madness. Occasionally he would run fingers idly through his hair to work any knots out that would inevitably tangle as the otherwordly, shiny silver mass dried off.
Setting: Gymnasium Floor 39: Any morning 19th - 23rd November. Dormitory 03-02: 19th November, Mid-Afternoon.
Format: Prose & Action, I'll match
Summary: Gymnasium: If there is one thing Sephiroth will always do, it's waste time making himself better. Dorm 03-02: This could be the start of something, an opportunity for sharing thoughts, ideas and possible plotting.
Warnings: Possible hating on the admins. Also usual risk of violence. Will keep updated as it progresses
Gymnasium:
[Maybe, just maybe. He might be developing a routine. Is that a good or a bad thing? Sephiroth doesn't know if this is his control keeping his mind occupied or indeed if he's been set up for this, he tries not to think too much about it recently. It's a big downward, paranoid spiral to consider layers upon layers of what is illusion and what is reality; having to just get on with the fact that there is a collar permanently fixed around his neck is enough of a reminder.
Of course, he wants to find answers. However else could he decide to accept or reject any of the ideals of this Tower he was stuck in. But it would take time for theories to develop, for facts to be learnt. He had to be patient, he had to keep his mind as clear as possible and that meant doing things to resist the urge to brood too much. He had also recently learned that quite possibly he may not be the superior being in this place. And so, almost every morning Sephiroth can be found pounding away at the track, launching precise strikes at the punching bag, or carefully pumping weights. Not every morning though, and of course not always the same routine. That would make him too predictable.]
Dorm 03-02:
Life in the dormitories and sharing his sleeping space had turned out not to be so difficult. Being such an early riser, usually Sephiroth could quietly slip away out of the Dormitory before the other residents he shared with were awake. That suited him just fine, first out and last back most of the time except on the morning after the inevitable collar-check that he seemed to have made clear that he would attempt to boycott every time if that's what it took to find a weakness in the system. Sephiroth had trouble sleeping anyway knowing well what such a vulnerable state such sleep was, and not knowing too much about the other residents that he shared with. He didn't think that the kids would become a threat; such children would only become a problem if they somehow got in his way or if he ended up somehow opposing them. Thankfully, from the couple of occasions he'd spoken with Xehanort the older man didn't seem inclined to cause him any grief either.
It could have been a lot worse. Sleep had started to come a little easier since he'd taken to reading a little in the evenings. At the Mountains of Madness was proving an enthralling, yet somewhat confusing read. Not that Sephiroth was illiterate in anyway at all, far from it. It was more that he didn't have any background knowledge of this world called Earth and so in order to understand sometimes chapters were re-read so that he could be sure within his own imaginaton how he envisioned this strange world. Tohko was right, HP Lovecraft did have a very particular way of writing that was for sure. If Sephiroth found he was running out of patience with the fiction there was the other book that lived on his bedside table. Well it wasn't really a book but more like a pile of papers bound together with string. It contained Shion's 'survival 101' compliation on known fungi, plants and berries within the Tower. Sephiroth had yet to check out the Forest on Floor 32, as he was naturally suspect to follow anyones research other than his own. After all, the admins could have changed everything since Shion found out all this information. The would-be Turks sources could be questionable as well.
By this afternoon, Sephiroth had worked out, cleaned up and found himself drawn back to the Dormitory to re-read a chapter of the fiction he had decided not to persue the previous evening. At least it would give his long silver hair the chance to dry off fully before he went off in persuit of anything else today. Long leather trenchcoat was draped across the end of the bed and pauldrons placed almost like an ornament on the top of the chest before Sephiroth had drawn all of his hair forward over one shoulder and sat up with his back against the headboard to continue reading At the Mountains of Madness. Occasionally he would run fingers idly through his hair to work any knots out that would inevitably tangle as the otherwordly, shiny silver mass dried off.
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