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towerofanimus2012-12-03 12:11 am
denigrator) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-03 12:11 am
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The Tale of a Jerk and a Scientist
Characters: Hojo and YOU
Setting: Throughout the tower. Pick a floor, any floor.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match prose, too
Summary: After some time spent wandering his ruined world like a ghost, Hojo has returned to the Tower. His first priority? Research.
Warnings: A complete lack of scientific ethics, which may come up.
[A great deal has gone on in Hojo's absence--he's been gone months!--and this has had the unfortunate effect of upsetting so much of his research. He has absolutely no idea what's happened while he's been gone.
So what's a scientist to do? Make his way through all the floors he had been so carefully studying, trying to salvage what he can. Sometimes he talks to himself. Sometimes he hums. Off-key or tunelessly. Sometimes he scowls and stops to take notes. Sometimes he smiles. And stops to take notes again. He grits his teeth, doing his best to ignore the cold. He's worked in cold (very cold) climates before. Fortunately, he has a Fire Materia, which provides some warmth.
One might find him in the cafeteria, taking samples of the oatmeal.
In the observatory, he spends a long time looking out, studying the strange creatures visible through the glass.
He takes soil samples in the graveyard, and biological samples on floor Forty-One, collecting insects. He plucks a few blossoms in the meadow (Twenty-Five) and in the garden (Twenty-Nine).
He stops in the clinic to deal with a few of the wounds he's sustained along the way.
He pauses to enjoy the morgue (Twenty-Six) and the laboratory (Twenty-Seven), looking for traces of his old research with Fuhito. He doesn't find much, though what he finds, he gathers up. What a shame. So much work lost. All the more reason to work more, and harder.]
So much to do, so much...
Setting: Throughout the tower. Pick a floor, any floor.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match prose, too
Summary: After some time spent wandering his ruined world like a ghost, Hojo has returned to the Tower. His first priority? Research.
Warnings: A complete lack of scientific ethics, which may come up.
[A great deal has gone on in Hojo's absence--he's been gone months!--and this has had the unfortunate effect of upsetting so much of his research. He has absolutely no idea what's happened while he's been gone.
So what's a scientist to do? Make his way through all the floors he had been so carefully studying, trying to salvage what he can. Sometimes he talks to himself. Sometimes he hums. Off-key or tunelessly. Sometimes he scowls and stops to take notes. Sometimes he smiles. And stops to take notes again. He grits his teeth, doing his best to ignore the cold. He's worked in cold (very cold) climates before. Fortunately, he has a Fire Materia, which provides some warmth.
One might find him in the cafeteria, taking samples of the oatmeal.
In the observatory, he spends a long time looking out, studying the strange creatures visible through the glass.
He takes soil samples in the graveyard, and biological samples on floor Forty-One, collecting insects. He plucks a few blossoms in the meadow (Twenty-Five) and in the garden (Twenty-Nine).
He stops in the clinic to deal with a few of the wounds he's sustained along the way.
He pauses to enjoy the morgue (Twenty-Six) and the laboratory (Twenty-Seven), looking for traces of his old research with Fuhito. He doesn't find much, though what he finds, he gathers up. What a shame. So much work lost. All the more reason to work more, and harder.]
So much to do, so much...
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Then the cake fades away into nothing, and the butterfly flies up again as if it's been revived from its inevitable death. But then she summons spears raining down from the heaven on the butterfly, impaling it. Another wave and the spears disappear and the butterfly flies up again..
It repeats a few times with various kind of things. She makes it boil in a very small sea of hot chocolate, she makes a rabid teddy bear kill it, there's a whole variety of things. And the girl seems cruel yet in the cruelty almost playful in the way she giggles maniacally. As if she doesn't even care that someone's watching. ]
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[Hojo watches. He's quite enjoying himself, in his way. It's interesting, seeing one person kill a butterfly in so many different ways. This child has a great deal of power. He can appreciate that.]
And what is your purpose in doing this? Is it only enjoyment?
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If you see something, don't you just feel like you want to break it?!