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towerofanimus2012-12-12 08:33 pm
glowsferatu) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-12 08:33 pm
[OPEN] standing dumb in the light
WHO: Kanaya Maryam and YOU!
WHERE: Dormitory levels
WHAT: Kanaya wakes up, she is not at all fond of her circumstances. And so the Tower receives a glowing alien girl conspicuously and shiveringly sneaking through the hallway.
HOW: Action
[ thirty seconds of sleep paralysis is a hell of an introduction to a new setting. by the time it's worn off, kanaya has found plenty of time to begin panicking. it doesn't look like any memory she's ever had, so the most reasonable explanation is that it must be someone else's. it's a dream bubble, right? it has to be. that doesn't explain the collar. something is wrong here. who put her in this ugly jumpsuit? who would even make such an ugly outfit?
once she's on her feet, she spares a moment to wonder if she should make the bed before deciding that there are bigger problems at hand, and ends up missing her introduction letters in the process. she elects to sneak out into the hallway instead, only to find it's cold. unreasonably cold, especially in this miserable outfit. her best hope is to keep moving, see if the bubble doesn't change if she does, stopping at each corner to peek around it. you never know what you might encounter in these things. ]
WHERE: Dormitory levels
WHAT: Kanaya wakes up, she is not at all fond of her circumstances. And so the Tower receives a glowing alien girl conspicuously and shiveringly sneaking through the hallway.
HOW: Action
[ thirty seconds of sleep paralysis is a hell of an introduction to a new setting. by the time it's worn off, kanaya has found plenty of time to begin panicking. it doesn't look like any memory she's ever had, so the most reasonable explanation is that it must be someone else's. it's a dream bubble, right? it has to be. that doesn't explain the collar. something is wrong here. who put her in this ugly jumpsuit? who would even make such an ugly outfit?
once she's on her feet, she spares a moment to wonder if she should make the bed before deciding that there are bigger problems at hand, and ends up missing her introduction letters in the process. she elects to sneak out into the hallway instead, only to find it's cold. unreasonably cold, especially in this miserable outfit. her best hope is to keep moving, see if the bubble doesn't change if she does, stopping at each corner to peek around it. you never know what you might encounter in these things. ]
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Yes, precisely that! Had you begun one shortly before your entry here?
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Only one person would call what happened a game
[The words are spat out like she tasted something horrible. She hates what the Witch did to her family.]
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I didn't mean to imply that it was pleasant or entertaining. I apologize if I gave that impression.
There is little kindness in a game that annihilates worlds and rends the universes they inhabit to nothingness. That strands you hopelessly at an indefinite end unless you can manufacture your own escape at great cost. But that is...still the essence of its presentation, despite its deeper nature.
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The so-called "game" was nothing like that. It was horrible, but only Rokkenjima was involved.
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I've...never heard of only one player being involved. I'm not sure exactly how that would work.
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[ she doesn't really have much to say about that, except: ] ...And the game?
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Okay. So, what happened?
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[She takes a deep breath and steadies herself. It wouldn't do for her to break down at the thought of those horrid images.]
The Golden Witch Beatrice made a pact with my father to give him ten tons of gold. Years later, she would come and reclaim that gold along with everything else he owned, including his family. However, there was one condition. If me or my siblings could find the hidden gold, she would let us go in peace and renounce her claim to our lives. In the end, we did not find it.
[She leaves the rest to the girl's imagination.]
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[ well what can she possibly say to that? pressing further would be a bad idea, she kind of regrets asking about it in the first place. ]
Well that...definitely sounds like a different game.
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So I wouldn't be too quick to jump to that conclusion.
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Then just know this is a nightmare of a dream that you will not be waking up from anytime soon. And it is still better than some of the other places that the administrators might send you.
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I'm sure this can't last forever.
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