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towerofanimus2012-11-26 07:03 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-26 07:03 pm
Entry tags:
second prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, open
Setting: Graveyard -> Cafeteria -> Library
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Kyoko pays a visit to the graveyard, then stuffs her face, then reads a motherfucking book (except not.)
Warnings: None.
《 GRAVEYARD 》
Kyoko had only given the graveyard a cursory inspection before, dismissing it as a decorative parlor trick like the rest of the floors, but after hearing that it was a sort of memorial she decided it to be worth another look. Not that she really cared about such things, but it was as good of a way as any to ascertain who was no longer in the tower. The sight of Mami's grave gives her a pause, though she does little more than let out an annoyed "tch" before moving on. She'd already crossed that bridge once and she didn't care to do so again.
So it's not until she stumbles upon a grave bearing her own name that Kyoko gives much of a reaction. Of course, her reaction was to kick it over, littering it with offerings of apple and pear cores. Her gaze bore down upon it for the brief moments that she stood in front of it. That sort of thing was fine if it was your own grave, right? It wasn't like she was going to be using it anytime soon. Crawling into a coffin once wasn't an action she felt any regrets about, but she wouldn't do so again. So, it was nothing less than an insult and a frustration to a person like her who still alive, right at the very top of the food chain.
《 CAFETERIA 》
She made a habit of avoiding to sit down and eat meals at a table like this. It was too slow and too stagnant and perhaps even a bit too lonely for her tastes. Well, being alone came naturally to her--after all, that was just how life worked, right?--, but the emptiness was nonetheless unwanted. It made her feel a sort of emptiness in the pit of her stomach, though food was one of the few pastimes that she truly enjoyed.
Still, some foods were harder to move with than others and so she was sitting alone at the table now.
《 LIBRARY 》
Kyoko wasn't an intellectual nor did she have any interest in becoming one; outside of comics and childish fairy tales where love and justice always prevailed she had always had precious little interest in things like books or school. Why bother with them when she already had a viable career locked in and could just take what she needed, but the end to their short-lived conversation had struck something of a personal chord. Losing your soul, trading it away, how much of a difference was there?
"'Lose your soul in the Tower of Animus,' eh? What a waste of time," the red-headed girl mumbled to herself, just barely audible, as she glanced at the empty history section and and munched on scooped spoonfuls of cranberry jam straight out of the can. She scratched at the back of her calf with the toe of her boot. There was no surprise in it's absence, but something to at least explain the name of this place would've been nice.
Setting: Graveyard -> Cafeteria -> Library
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Kyoko pays a visit to the graveyard, then stuffs her face, then reads a motherfucking book (except not.)
Warnings: None.
《 GRAVEYARD 》
Kyoko had only given the graveyard a cursory inspection before, dismissing it as a decorative parlor trick like the rest of the floors, but after hearing that it was a sort of memorial she decided it to be worth another look. Not that she really cared about such things, but it was as good of a way as any to ascertain who was no longer in the tower. The sight of Mami's grave gives her a pause, though she does little more than let out an annoyed "tch" before moving on. She'd already crossed that bridge once and she didn't care to do so again.
So it's not until she stumbles upon a grave bearing her own name that Kyoko gives much of a reaction. Of course, her reaction was to kick it over, littering it with offerings of apple and pear cores. Her gaze bore down upon it for the brief moments that she stood in front of it. That sort of thing was fine if it was your own grave, right? It wasn't like she was going to be using it anytime soon. Crawling into a coffin once wasn't an action she felt any regrets about, but she wouldn't do so again. So, it was nothing less than an insult and a frustration to a person like her who still alive, right at the very top of the food chain.
《 CAFETERIA 》
She made a habit of avoiding to sit down and eat meals at a table like this. It was too slow and too stagnant and perhaps even a bit too lonely for her tastes. Well, being alone came naturally to her--after all, that was just how life worked, right?--, but the emptiness was nonetheless unwanted. It made her feel a sort of emptiness in the pit of her stomach, though food was one of the few pastimes that she truly enjoyed.
Still, some foods were harder to move with than others and so she was sitting alone at the table now.
《 LIBRARY 》
Kyoko wasn't an intellectual nor did she have any interest in becoming one; outside of comics and childish fairy tales where love and justice always prevailed she had always had precious little interest in things like books or school. Why bother with them when she already had a viable career locked in and could just take what she needed, but the end to their short-lived conversation had struck something of a personal chord. Losing your soul, trading it away, how much of a difference was there?
"'Lose your soul in the Tower of Animus,' eh? What a waste of time," the red-headed girl mumbled to herself, just barely audible, as she glanced at the empty history section and and munched on scooped spoonfuls of cranberry jam straight out of the can. She scratched at the back of her calf with the toe of her boot. There was no surprise in it's absence, but something to at least explain the name of this place would've been nice.
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And she goes back to tossing food into her mouth. She swallows after her mouth fills up again.
"And you're eating fast too."
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"Nope. But it would be more fun that way. Like a game where you have to eat all of the food before it goes poof!"
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Except not. She's definitely eating more quickly now, as though her meal might actually disappear.
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Another bar goes down her gullet.
"Has the food ever disappeared here before?"
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She doesn't know much about the guys in charge.
"How many of them are there? Which ones come up with the funnest games?"
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"Stick around long and you'll find out how much they all stuck. They think that just 'cause they saved a couple people they can do whatever the Hell they want." She starts biting down on her meal a little faster. "Like anyone would want help from them."
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"Well, if they do suck, I'll just FALCON PUNCH them. Or RIDER KICK them until they stop sucking."
It was what giant robot-piloting schoolgirl heroes did.
"They help people? Like with the games?"
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"But wouldn't we blame them for ending our worlds instead?"
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"Maybe they did it because they thought we were special?"
She doesn't quite believe it. No virus would be able to kill digital lifeforms, so even if they all died, Mari might have survived.
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She thinks about it, ransacking her mind for answers and trying ignore the persistent Angel song.
"I...don't know."
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"But if it is true, and the world really is gone, where would we got after we break out?"
A second after finishing that sentence, she perks up again.
"Maybe we can put rockets on the Tower and fly it into outer space and find a new planet to live in!"
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"Heh, maybe we could do that. This place can't be all there is of this world, anyway. It'd be a pretty worthless place if it was, y'know! There's gotta be a ton of things we could do if we could just figure a way out." She nodded firmly. "With that kinda freedom we might even be able to find a way to restore our worlds, y'know."
Well, maybe it wouldn't be that simple. The tower sounds like a pretty complicated place by itself, but she'll worry about that when the time comes.
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"Restoring something dead to life is harder than saving it from dying in the first place. Do you think we could get everything right?
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"There's no guarantee that we'll be able to do anything, y'know. Trying to do something like that would mean crossing a fairly dangerous bridge. As for me, I'd rather risk messing a few things up than to just give up on saving anything." She shifts in her chair. "Even if the whole world couldn't be restored, the people here might be able to at least salvage the things that were important to them."
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Rei leans further over the table.
"But that sounds like a good plan. I think everyone would want all their stuff back. Not just the items in their trunk."
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Though actually, it was more unnerving (not to mention deafening) than that, but if she just says it out loud then it'll become real. It's easier to tell herself that it's not so bad.
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She hasn't spent too long on that floor yet, but she thinks that she'd be fine if it was just that.
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