鳴上 悠 [Narukami Yu] (
pitiedthefool) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-12-20 08:46 am
014 | ❝We promised we'd make a snowman when it snowed...❞
Characters: Yu Narukami and you
Setting: All around the tower
Format: I'll follow you.
Summary: Nanako is sick with that special variety of the flu and goes missing, which equates tothe Sister-Complex Kingpin of Steel her "brother" silently flipping all the goddamn tables no matter how late it gets.
Warnings: "Death", all the feelings, inability to can, Yu flipping tables better than Thor, and pissed/far-too-sympathetic headgod.
[So not long after the post (finally) goes up on the network, he begins searching high and low for one bitty whose voice somehow always reached him no matter what happened. She had to be scared right now, wherever she was, and in this place...
He may not ever voice it, but he is, too. There's no Velvet Room summoning to make him stop and calm down, either. Only more flights of stairs and more floors to search. And right now he didn't give a damn about the cold, so long as he could find her and keep her safe like he'd promised. He promised...
Maybe that's why he didn't care about the time, either. Or stop unless told to. Outwardly, he's still mostly calm until a monster shows up and then it is way beyond overkill on any floor where powers aren't disabled.
Suddenly the red gaze of his other self is not so warm and caring...
Though eventually he will tire, sitting on the 25th floor in front of a large fire to warm up before going out again. There is no rest for the weary.]
Setting: All around the tower
Format: I'll follow you.
Summary: Nanako is sick with that special variety of the flu and goes missing, which equates to
Warnings: "Death", all the feelings, inability to can, Yu flipping tables better than Thor, and pissed/far-too-sympathetic headgod.
[So not long after the post (finally) goes up on the network, he begins searching high and low for one bitty whose voice somehow always reached him no matter what happened. She had to be scared right now, wherever she was, and in this place...
He may not ever voice it, but he is, too. There's no Velvet Room summoning to make him stop and calm down, either. Only more flights of stairs and more floors to search. And right now he didn't give a damn about the cold, so long as he could find her and keep her safe like he'd promised. He promised...
Maybe that's why he didn't care about the time, either. Or stop unless told to. Outwardly, he's still mostly calm until a monster shows up and then it is way beyond overkill on any floor where powers aren't disabled.
Suddenly the red gaze of his other self is not so warm and caring...
Though eventually he will tire, sitting on the 25th floor in front of a large fire to warm up before going out again. There is no rest for the weary.]

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Thanks...
['Wait a sec. Why the hell would he help us?']
You're right... what do you want from me? Are you going to attack me too?
[He tensed up, tightening his grip on the knife.]
['Attack him first. Do it before he kills you!']
[His eyes flicked to the staircase, and he slowly approached it, knife out.]
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[Sraosha disappeared, but he waved a hand over his face just to be safe. To be honest, he didn't trust many people he didn't know before who had knives. Blame his roommate for that one.]
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['Stop talking and start killing, dammit!']
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[Still preparing himself, and completely calm about the fact that someone has that kill or be killed glint in their eye. What a sad kind of existence, to be unable to trust.]
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['Move faster. You're still too slow!']
But he hasn't -
['Move aside!']
[The man seems to shake for a moment, before he lifts his head again, gold eye uncovered this time. His posture is more confident, and he races up the stairs towards Yu.]
Die!
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[He wished to impart life, not take it. Which is why he simply moves to the side rather than directly attack. For now, at least.]
Though if you're so eager to spar, I guess...
[Sigh. Really, he needs to find his sister, but if that's how he was going to be, then he'll fight. Though this guy seems different than he was ten seconds ago. Unsheathing his sword, he blocked the knife with a single action. Though unnecessarily with his active Persona's resistances.]
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[It doesn't matter to him that there's no real good reason for this other than being suspicious. As long as he can kill, he's satisfied.]
[He whirls around, going for another slash.]
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[Which is proven true in a brief moment, because the moment he doesn't manage to block the knife, it's almost as though a protective shield is activated and the attack rebounded. Odd.]
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Then I'll just blast you into tiny pieces!
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[Seriously, this guy does not do well when it comes to thinking straight, huh. Yeah, he's just going to move in a little closer and smack that gun out of the way. He's stared down a barrel a few too many times to give a shit.]
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The hell is going on with you?!
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Shouldn't I be asking you that? [Now... to get him to back off.]
Yoshitsune.
[When did that card appear in his hand? Or rather, why did it sound like he crushed glass in his bare fist? It isn't long after that sound that a samurai in red appeared behind him, smacking the offender in the face with the blunt end of a katana. ...Why did the right eye just glow red?]
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This is what I do, kid!
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[His hands remain at his side as he doesn't even seem to give a damn, sighing once Yoshitsune lifts his blade and uses Heat Riser. Really, you're just wasting your ammo at this rate.]
I do not mean to kill you; you're wasting time and your ammunition.
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[He starts laughing hysterically at the latter statement, though.]
Liar! You're with them, aren't you? You're out to get us, to trap us and cut us open or kill us! We'll show you. We're the real super soldier around here! I'll kill you and drink your blood!
[Hallelujah makes another lunge for him, pulling his knife out again.]
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[He wasn't going to listen, was he? Well, he couldn't say he didn't warn the guy. Three... two... one.
He moves to the side with ease, smacking hand with the knife away before--
PUNCH TO THE FACE, MOFO.
--and to think he's holding back as much as possible, if that stare is telling enough.]
That is your final warning. I won't hold back next time.
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[He shakes his head, butting the guy in the abdomen with the hilt of his katana and taking a few steps back and up. Next hit will be with the bus stop sign if he doesn't stop.]
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[He lunges again, seemingly undeterred by the katana. Sure, it hurts - but he doesn't care. He needs to rip and tear and kill the one who wants to hurt them.]
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[...Well then, enjoy falling through the stair that likes to vanish. Or would, if he hadn't held the bus stop sign out when he stepped aside at that lunge. Enjoy lunging right into it, though.]
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[... Ow. He's hit by the sign and goes flying back into a vanishing stair. He grabs onto one of the solid steps, but it'll take a moment to pull himself back up again.]
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[...siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Well, he tried. Might as well hold out a hand. Besides, he he does get pulled down instead, he is more than adapt to just nuke the entire floor.
Seriously, what's with the people he's running into today?]
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I don't need anyone's help!
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...Right off his palm. Well, he tried.]
Have fun hanging around, then.
[Just going to go back to looking for his sister...]
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[Ugh. He still feels a bit sick. Dammmit!]
Fuck... stop being so weak!
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