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towerofanimus2012-12-03 05:48 pm
idolizer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-03 05:48 pm
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♬ 002. The more I think, the less I see.
Characters: Sayaka Maizono and you. Yes, you!
Setting: Dorms, room 1-05 -> Floor 25 -> Floor 48 -> Floor 14
Format: Actionspamming all the way, but I can match yo.
Summary: It's cold, but the idol won't let it get to her much - that only means more training is a go! It's when she visits the graveyard that something hits her in the feelings...
Warnings: Aside some DR spoilers and sadness, nothing else.
[ Dorms, 1-05 ]
[ It's been less than a month since Sayaka arrived to the Tower, and had to adapt to things rather quickly. Though nothing too terrifying happened, except listening to those audio files, she's got all the more motivation to learn to fight by herself and continue singing even in a place like this. It's a slow process, but she's progressing finely. Whether she's going to actually change her... weapon of choice or not, it's still early to tell.
The cold, however, took her by surprise. Other than her idol outfit and another set of clothes, she doesn't have much she could wear to deal with it. It's unnerving her day by day, along with the nutrition bars being the only damn food available around. Even so, she still tries to keep her pokerface and smile at whoever she meets. It won't be different when her roomates walk in, as they'll find her armed with knitting needles and some wool that she found in the workshop, sitting on her bed and working on this scarf she's doing. There's no way she's going to beg for a spare sweater when she can attempt to make a scarf by herself. ]
[ Floor 25 ]
[ The meadow has easily become her favourite spot, both for training or just chilling. Except that chilly now is more literal, and hanging out there is more ardous because of the cold temperature. But what Sayaka learned with years of showbiz is that if you have to defeat the cold during a concert in the open, you've got to move. And so she'll move, for a couple hours of non-stop powerwalking through the area. This is still part of the training after all. ]
[ Floor 48 ]
[ ... It's a sudden rush of curiosity that pushed her to get to this floor. Call it macabre curiosity, rather, but before we know it, she's in the graveyard, going past each headstone and reading the names on it. Basically they're all names she never heard of... they must be people who disappeared from the tower, but why make a graveyard of them? Are they really all dead, or...?
...
She freezes to a halt when her eyes fall onto perhaps the first and only name she recognizes among those faceless ones. Eyes widen as she read that name over and over.
Leon Kuwata
...
It hits her like a punch in the gut. No, it's not that, it shouldn't feel like that. She should be happy of the discovery! Finally she won't have to deal with him anymore! No more risking to cross paths with him, no more threatening, no more of that stupid loudmouthed redhead who hurt her so much and never regretted it--
...
She should be happy about it, but... even the grudge can't overtake the pity she feels for having him die a second time, and- and she can't bring herself to such a low level. Pity seems to be a fine sentiment in this moment. She can give him that at the very least.
Everyone that passes by will see her stand in front of that headstone for quite the long time, an undescribable expression on her face... like she's got no emotions at all written in it. ]
[ Floor 14 ]
[ After all that walking, the best thing to do is to... well, move some more. And dancing just happens to be one of her favourite activities, a great help when it comes to forget all about whatever bad feelings she had during the day. The music's up, so would you like to join her? ]
Setting: Dorms, room 1-05 -> Floor 25 -> Floor 48 -> Floor 14
Format: Actionspamming all the way, but I can match yo.
Summary: It's cold, but the idol won't let it get to her much - that only means more training is a go! It's when she visits the graveyard that something hits her in the feelings...
Warnings: Aside some DR spoilers and sadness, nothing else.
[ Dorms, 1-05 ]
[ It's been less than a month since Sayaka arrived to the Tower, and had to adapt to things rather quickly. Though nothing too terrifying happened, except listening to those audio files, she's got all the more motivation to learn to fight by herself and continue singing even in a place like this. It's a slow process, but she's progressing finely. Whether she's going to actually change her... weapon of choice or not, it's still early to tell.
The cold, however, took her by surprise. Other than her idol outfit and another set of clothes, she doesn't have much she could wear to deal with it. It's unnerving her day by day, along with the nutrition bars being the only damn food available around. Even so, she still tries to keep her pokerface and smile at whoever she meets. It won't be different when her roomates walk in, as they'll find her armed with knitting needles and some wool that she found in the workshop, sitting on her bed and working on this scarf she's doing. There's no way she's going to beg for a spare sweater when she can attempt to make a scarf by herself. ]
[ Floor 25 ]
[ The meadow has easily become her favourite spot, both for training or just chilling. Except that chilly now is more literal, and hanging out there is more ardous because of the cold temperature. But what Sayaka learned with years of showbiz is that if you have to defeat the cold during a concert in the open, you've got to move. And so she'll move, for a couple hours of non-stop powerwalking through the area. This is still part of the training after all. ]
[ Floor 48 ]
[ ... It's a sudden rush of curiosity that pushed her to get to this floor. Call it macabre curiosity, rather, but before we know it, she's in the graveyard, going past each headstone and reading the names on it. Basically they're all names she never heard of... they must be people who disappeared from the tower, but why make a graveyard of them? Are they really all dead, or...?
...
She freezes to a halt when her eyes fall onto perhaps the first and only name she recognizes among those faceless ones. Eyes widen as she read that name over and over.
Leon Kuwata
...
It hits her like a punch in the gut. No, it's not that, it shouldn't feel like that. She should be happy of the discovery! Finally she won't have to deal with him anymore! No more risking to cross paths with him, no more threatening, no more of that stupid loudmouthed redhead who hurt her so much and never regretted it--
...
She should be happy about it, but... even the grudge can't overtake the pity she feels for having him die a second time, and- and she can't bring herself to such a low level. Pity seems to be a fine sentiment in this moment. She can give him that at the very least.
Everyone that passes by will see her stand in front of that headstone for quite the long time, an undescribable expression on her face... like she's got no emotions at all written in it. ]
[ Floor 14 ]
[ After all that walking, the best thing to do is to... well, move some more. And dancing just happens to be one of her favourite activities, a great help when it comes to forget all about whatever bad feelings she had during the day. The music's up, so would you like to join her? ]
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Mm, you two could probably get along, together.
[...Okay so that might be streeeetching it a little, and Naegi knows that.]
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Probably. [ She repeats, a little dully. ] At least she should be safe... wherever she is.
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[`At least, I hope she can...` was his worried thought as he looked at the general direction of her tomb.]
...Um, do you want to... see it...?
[He's okay if she doesn't want to ...]
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[ Wait what--
Perhaps it's better than staring at Leon's grave, it might make her feel better... in a twisted kind of way. ]
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[With that, he's going to start walking at the general direction of the headstone.
Slowly.
And probably a with a bit of an awkward shuffle too.]
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[There it is, a simple gravestone bearing Kirigiri's name, and judging from how there's flowers around, it's pretty clear that someone visits it a lot, and considering how Naegi's placing those on her grave? Yeah, he does this all the time.]
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She'll stand there, basically speechless for a while as she stares down, and reads the name over and over, as if to confirm it herself. A part of her feels bad for Kirigiri, but seeing the flowers there, she can only assume Naegi is the one coming here everytime... he must suffer this the most. ]
So she's really gone, huh...
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[He'd hoped that she survived, but whatever the case, he knows that she can handle herself in a world like that.]
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[ That's harsh, but yeah... these experiments she heard about have all of them as test subjects, basically. She touches the collar around her neck with her fingertips, as it suddenly feels tighter around her. ]
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[But maybe...]
There's a small possibility that it's for a different kind of experiment, though.
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[ And perhaps they wiped her past memory of this place for that same reason... these bastards. ]
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[because he couldn't bear to see his friends suffer in this tower-
ha.
hahaha.
ha. bear.]
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Nod, and a shrug of her shoulders. ]
I already knew that.