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towerofanimus2012-12-05 02:48 pm
tokyorunaway) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-05 02:48 pm
In which the situation is completely misunderstood
Characters: Miyuki and You!
Setting: Dorm 2-11, second floor dorm area and the cafeteria
Format: Starting with actionspam, but I'll copy you.
Summary: Miyuki wakes up and logically thinks she's being sold into slavery. Panic ensues. She also eats all the food in the cafeteria.
Warnings: Very mild language. Possibly more, but I'll update when something comes up.
Dorm 2-11
[Unlike most, Miyuki isn't too bothered to wake up in a warm, unfamiliar bed. It's been too long since she's had a proper night's rest, and with the recent chaos Kiyoko brought, the bed is even more appreciated. The sleep paralysis isn't something Miyuki enjoys, but she finds herself back to her senses reasonably soon and rubs her eyes, giving a long, relaxed yawn. She pushes herself out of bed, too lost in the near forgotten comfort of an actual bedroom to notice the mysterious note and her strange clothing, instead busying herself with staring at the figure sharing her room.]
Huh...?
[She blinks. Once. Twice. A third time. And screams, darting back and nearly tripping over her bed in surprise.]
Oi! Who the Hell are you?!
[Shoving a finger in the stranger's face leads Miyuki to glance down at her arm, and upon noticing the white plastic-like outfit, shrieks once more, before her face twists in combined horror and fury.]
I- I won't let you sell me into slavery! I won't, you hear me?! I'll call the cops if you don't let me go, you pervert!
Second Floor Dorm Area
[It doesn't take much for Miyuki to flee her bedroom in sheer terror. She refuses to become some kind of sex slave for a perverted business man or oil tycoon - she may be a homeless runaway, but she still has every last bit of her dignity! After going full throttle down the hall, Miyuki eventually pauses, a hand clutching the wall as she gasps for air. The place is huge; much larger than she expected, and while the sleep helped her regain some of her energy, she still can't remember the last time she ate. All she can do is let herself breathe for a moment or two and hope there's no guards coming after her.]
Cafeteria
[Things become a lot more hopeful when Miyuki finds the stairs down to the first floor. Sure, she's still lost in what she thinks is a slave trade, but at least she'll be able to find an exit and get back to Gin and Hana. She allows herself to slow down as she tours the first floor, albeit still ready to fight off perverts at a moment's notice. Her guard drops, though, when she notices the cafeteria, her mouth watering at the idea of eating something - anything. Completely shrugging off the possible dangers, Miyuki flings herself into the kitchen, shoes squeaking against the floor as she damn near tackles the fridge, almost ripping the door off it's hinges in her excitement.
A bowl of plain oatmeal shouldn't look so incredible.
But, it does, and Miyuki is more than happy to rip off the cling wrap covering the top and guzzle it down. A pleased sigh escapes her as she finishes the bowl in record time, and she shoves it to the side before diving back into the fridge, completely dead to the rest of the world.]
Setting: Dorm 2-11, second floor dorm area and the cafeteria
Format: Starting with actionspam, but I'll copy you.
Summary: Miyuki wakes up and logically thinks she's being sold into slavery. Panic ensues. She also eats all the food in the cafeteria.
Warnings: Very mild language. Possibly more, but I'll update when something comes up.
Dorm 2-11
[Unlike most, Miyuki isn't too bothered to wake up in a warm, unfamiliar bed. It's been too long since she's had a proper night's rest, and with the recent chaos Kiyoko brought, the bed is even more appreciated. The sleep paralysis isn't something Miyuki enjoys, but she finds herself back to her senses reasonably soon and rubs her eyes, giving a long, relaxed yawn. She pushes herself out of bed, too lost in the near forgotten comfort of an actual bedroom to notice the mysterious note and her strange clothing, instead busying herself with staring at the figure sharing her room.]
Huh...?
[She blinks. Once. Twice. A third time. And screams, darting back and nearly tripping over her bed in surprise.]
Oi! Who the Hell are you?!
[Shoving a finger in the stranger's face leads Miyuki to glance down at her arm, and upon noticing the white plastic-like outfit, shrieks once more, before her face twists in combined horror and fury.]
I- I won't let you sell me into slavery! I won't, you hear me?! I'll call the cops if you don't let me go, you pervert!
Second Floor Dorm Area
[It doesn't take much for Miyuki to flee her bedroom in sheer terror. She refuses to become some kind of sex slave for a perverted business man or oil tycoon - she may be a homeless runaway, but she still has every last bit of her dignity! After going full throttle down the hall, Miyuki eventually pauses, a hand clutching the wall as she gasps for air. The place is huge; much larger than she expected, and while the sleep helped her regain some of her energy, she still can't remember the last time she ate. All she can do is let herself breathe for a moment or two and hope there's no guards coming after her.]
Cafeteria
[Things become a lot more hopeful when Miyuki finds the stairs down to the first floor. Sure, she's still lost in what she thinks is a slave trade, but at least she'll be able to find an exit and get back to Gin and Hana. She allows herself to slow down as she tours the first floor, albeit still ready to fight off perverts at a moment's notice. Her guard drops, though, when she notices the cafeteria, her mouth watering at the idea of eating something - anything. Completely shrugging off the possible dangers, Miyuki flings herself into the kitchen, shoes squeaking against the floor as she damn near tackles the fridge, almost ripping the door off it's hinges in her excitement.
A bowl of plain oatmeal shouldn't look so incredible.
But, it does, and Miyuki is more than happy to rip off the cling wrap covering the top and guzzle it down. A pleased sigh escapes her as she finishes the bowl in record time, and she shoves it to the side before diving back into the fridge, completely dead to the rest of the world.]
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WHAT?! [Veigar stumbles back and tries to pry the other from him completely forgetting that he could have simply blinked away.]
UNHAND ME CREATURE OR I'LL BLOW YOU OUT OF EXISTENCE!
[But considering her interest, he couldn't help his ego and grinned.]
Of course it's not trickery, who am I Shaco?! No, no it's much much more than that.
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[She turns him upside down, giving him a shake or two, before turning him right side up. She gnaws her lower lip, trying to figure out why she can't seem to find any kind of button or USB port.]
Magic isn't real, so just tell me how you did it, okay?
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Do that again and I'll forget that you have no clue what you're dealing with.
Magic, is very real. In fact, I'm especially adept at controlling it's true uninhibited form. The true, raw potential of the most powerful force in existence.
You'll come to understand that more in this place where I'm sure if you don't adapt your reasoning quickly you will lose your sanity in a matter of days.
[If not hours he thought to himself.]
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Oi! Warn me before you go around teleporting, weirdo-caster!
[She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms back over her chest in a comforting gesture. Today's so much weirder than it should be, an if she can't adjust herself, she'll probably snap.]
...Hold on, if you're some kinda all powerful magician, then why can't you just send me home? Then I wouldn't be around to bug you and you could keep doing whatever it is you do.
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[Frankly, he'd done enough damage to the place to have brought it to a crumbling heap and yet nothing gave.]
There's always inconsistencies in magic. Sometimes there's preventive measures, the opposing force that cancels out my own and I believe that would be the case here.
I can bring an entire land mass under my control but the walls of this place cancel out my magic so escaping is a no go... However, I'm free to use my magic as I please so I assume that was the purpose of the owners.