Takajo Zett (
scentofmakai) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-12-16 07:14 pm
01 | you can't break that which isn't yours
Characters: Zett and you!
Setting: Floor 38, Floor 13, Floor 12, Floor 6
Format: Starting actionspam, will change to match!
Summary: Zett's not affected by the cold going around. He catches up on his reading in the lounge, ignores the sanctity of the church, does what he can with his favorite pasttime of watching the stars, and goes hunting.
Warnings: None so far?
[Floor 38]
[Zett has a book to read (it's about character analysis in anime - Setsuna and Mirai are Japanese, Setsuna and Mirai watch this kind of thing, therefore it must be interesting) and is lounging on one of the beanbags. He also has a box or two of tissues next to him, ganked from the infirmary, and if someone so much as sniffles-]
Gesundheit. [He throws the box towards them. It may hit them in the chest, or, if they're unlucky, the face.]
[Floor 13]
[In the church, passerby may find Zett stretched out on one of the pews. He's singing to himself, though it's not the hymn you'd expect in this setting.
...actually, it seems to be a rather dirty song about a pixie and an ogre that fell in love and their difficulties with the, ahem, consummation.]
[Floor 12]
[Or, perhaps they find Zett watching the projection here. This time, he'll greet anyone who enters the floor.]
The stars sure are pretty, aren't they?
[Floor 6]
[Time for dinner! Zett's not willing to live off of nutrition bars, so he hunts for food himself.
If you notice a deer or two being felled by sudden bursts of lightning through the trees, there's sure to be a green-haired boy scampering up to them before anyone else gets his meal. He pulls out a knife and starts skinning the animal then and there. There's no reason to go down to the cafeteria to eat, right?]
Setting: Floor 38, Floor 13, Floor 12, Floor 6
Format: Starting actionspam, will change to match!
Summary: Zett's not affected by the cold going around. He catches up on his reading in the lounge, ignores the sanctity of the church, does what he can with his favorite pasttime of watching the stars, and goes hunting.
Warnings: None so far?
[Floor 38]
[Zett has a book to read (it's about character analysis in anime - Setsuna and Mirai are Japanese, Setsuna and Mirai watch this kind of thing, therefore it must be interesting) and is lounging on one of the beanbags. He also has a box or two of tissues next to him, ganked from the infirmary, and if someone so much as sniffles-]
Gesundheit. [He throws the box towards them. It may hit them in the chest, or, if they're unlucky, the face.]
[Floor 13]
[In the church, passerby may find Zett stretched out on one of the pews. He's singing to himself, though it's not the hymn you'd expect in this setting.
...actually, it seems to be a rather dirty song about a pixie and an ogre that fell in love and their difficulties with the, ahem, consummation.]
[Floor 12]
[Or, perhaps they find Zett watching the projection here. This time, he'll greet anyone who enters the floor.]
The stars sure are pretty, aren't they?
[Floor 6]
[Time for dinner! Zett's not willing to live off of nutrition bars, so he hunts for food himself.
If you notice a deer or two being felled by sudden bursts of lightning through the trees, there's sure to be a green-haired boy scampering up to them before anyone else gets his meal. He pulls out a knife and starts skinning the animal then and there. There's no reason to go down to the cafeteria to eat, right?]

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['Is he seriously talking to me?']
I think so... ah... he's not usually very sociable... he mostly just hangs around and is irritating when I'm trying to make difficult decisions.
['Irritating? Look who's talking. What the hell's gotten into you today?']
Being sick doesn't help. Nothing's wrong with me otherwise, though.
['Like hell it's not.']
Didn't I tell you to stop bothering me?
['I don't give a shit. And you're making yourself look even more crazy since he can't hear me.']
Rrgh...
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['Hah. Battles are for killing.']
I know, Hallelujah...
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[If Hallelujah counts as one too... he's not sure.]
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['As if you count as human anymore with all the modifications they did. Heh.']
... Stop that.
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[He growls slightly, and then blinks, surprised at himself.]
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[He's quiet for a few moments.]
I guess, to be fair, since he's what I refuse to do, it only makes sense...
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'He' split me off intentionally.
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[That makes perfect sense to him. Granted it's probably on the same level as magic.]
Guess that's not the point, though.
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