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towerofanimus2012-12-22 11:27 pm
justabignobody) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-22 11:27 pm
Entry tags:
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Characters: Riku and O-P-E-N
Setting: all over the tower, Riku during the event
Format: Action preferred, but I'll match
Summary: A - Q: When was a flu ever something to worry about?, B - A: When it starts messing with somebody's Darkness., C - Solution: Activate Hermit-mode and hide away from everyone. :|b
Warnings: Nothing so far
[A - 13th-14th December | Floor 1, Floor 3, Floor 4]
[It starts with a cough in the morning and just a little bit of temperature, just that kind of feeling that you are really hotter than you should be, but nothing that shouldn't be curable with taking it a bit slower for a day or two, or so Riku thinks at least.
And so he spends that day and the next not much different than he usually would, first going down to the Cafeteria to pick up a few nutrition bars, then to the library to pick up a book or two, and then only up to the lounge on the next floor, where he just curls up in the seat.
Surely, he'll start feeling better in a day or two. Right?]
[B - 15th-19th December | Floor 1, Floor 3, Floor 4, Floor 29]
[Well, so much for that theory.
Instead of feeling better, Riku can't help that feeling of foreboding, can't help but stop sometimes right in the middle of a step and stare at the shadows, lips pressing together as an all too familiar feeling rises within him (except that it shouldn't be, it can't be, it hasn't been; not since-).
He tries to ignore it at first.
He tries to ignore that feeling of darkness rising within him, growing, slowly consuming him. Again.
He doesn't even last half a day. Instead he drags himself up into the twenty-ninth floor and through the maze to the clearing in the middle (he has long memorized that particular path), doing his best to cut off some twigs from the hedge and make himself at least a little fire to sit in front off as he closes his eyes and concentrates on the within.
There's got to be a way to get this under control again.
...Needless to say that he isn't all too successful with that.
...And that it didn't really help his "flu" all that much either.
...You'd think he'd know better than to try again.
...
Spoiler: He doesn't.]
[C - 20th-22nd December]
[When he awakens on the twentieth, his head feels heavy, and he really, desperately wants to do nothing rather than to keep lying in his bed, to curl up some more in his sheets and hope that he'll stop feeling like he's freezing and burning to death at exactly the same time sometimes soon.
But then he makes the mistake of opening his eyes.
He gasps as he sees the shadows pool around him, wrapping around him, almost as if-
Snapping awake, he pushes himself off his bed, tangling in his sheets and landing on the floor a moment later - not even noticing Highwind's concerned chirping as he flutters in front of his owner, who just. Stares at his hands. At the dark glow surrounding it.
A moment later Riku is darting away already (stumbling once more in process) - he knows this feeling, he knows what it means, what might happen soon. He can't let anyone see. He can't get anyone involved, not when he can't guarantee that it's him that is in charge, when/if it does.
He can't take that risk. He won't.
And so Riku disappears into the tower without a word or warning, leaving a confused Highwind behind to sit on his pillow with just one command ("Stay here."), sheets still spread all over the floor for their room mates to find.
In the following days, some people just might catch sight of black-silver flicker, while he hides away.
He has retied the blindfold around his eyes, thinking, hoping, that it would help him get some control back. (It didn't.)
But even though, he is feeling terrible, and his Darkness is every growing stronger, worse, but...
There is one thing, he is absolutely certain about. He can't let anyone near while it's that unstable. He won't take that risk.]
Setting: all over the tower, Riku during the event
Format: Action preferred, but I'll match
Summary: A - Q: When was a flu ever something to worry about?, B - A: When it starts messing with somebody's Darkness., C - Solution: Activate Hermit-mode and hide away from everyone. :|b
Warnings: Nothing so far
[A - 13th-14th December | Floor 1, Floor 3, Floor 4]
[It starts with a cough in the morning and just a little bit of temperature, just that kind of feeling that you are really hotter than you should be, but nothing that shouldn't be curable with taking it a bit slower for a day or two, or so Riku thinks at least.
And so he spends that day and the next not much different than he usually would, first going down to the Cafeteria to pick up a few nutrition bars, then to the library to pick up a book or two, and then only up to the lounge on the next floor, where he just curls up in the seat.
Surely, he'll start feeling better in a day or two. Right?]
[B - 15th-19th December | Floor 1, Floor 3, Floor 4, Floor 29]
[Well, so much for that theory.
Instead of feeling better, Riku can't help that feeling of foreboding, can't help but stop sometimes right in the middle of a step and stare at the shadows, lips pressing together as an all too familiar feeling rises within him (except that it shouldn't be, it can't be, it hasn't been; not since-).
He tries to ignore it at first.
He tries to ignore that feeling of darkness rising within him, growing, slowly consuming him. Again.
He doesn't even last half a day. Instead he drags himself up into the twenty-ninth floor and through the maze to the clearing in the middle (he has long memorized that particular path), doing his best to cut off some twigs from the hedge and make himself at least a little fire to sit in front off as he closes his eyes and concentrates on the within.
There's got to be a way to get this under control again.
...Needless to say that he isn't all too successful with that.
...And that it didn't really help his "flu" all that much either.
...You'd think he'd know better than to try again.
...
[C - 20th-22nd December]
[When he awakens on the twentieth, his head feels heavy, and he really, desperately wants to do nothing rather than to keep lying in his bed, to curl up some more in his sheets and hope that he'll stop feeling like he's freezing and burning to death at exactly the same time sometimes soon.
But then he makes the mistake of opening his eyes.
He gasps as he sees the shadows pool around him, wrapping around him, almost as if-
Snapping awake, he pushes himself off his bed, tangling in his sheets and landing on the floor a moment later - not even noticing Highwind's concerned chirping as he flutters in front of his owner, who just. Stares at his hands. At the dark glow surrounding it.
A moment later Riku is darting away already (stumbling once more in process) - he knows this feeling, he knows what it means, what might happen soon. He can't let anyone see. He can't get anyone involved, not when he can't guarantee that it's him that is in charge, when/if it does.
He can't take that risk. He won't.
And so Riku disappears into the tower without a word or warning, leaving a confused Highwind behind to sit on his pillow with just one command ("Stay here."), sheets still spread all over the floor for their room mates to find.
In the following days, some people just might catch sight of black-silver flicker, while he hides away.
He has retied the blindfold around his eyes, thinking, hoping, that it would help him get some control back. (It didn't.)
But even though, he is feeling terrible, and his Darkness is every growing stronger, worse, but...
There is one thing, he is absolutely certain about. He can't let anyone near while it's that unstable. He won't take that risk.]
13th, floor 4
It didn't help. Enoch met the 13th with just as much stamina as he had the 12th, and after spending what should have been breakfast time sluggishly warding off a zombie, dragged himself upstairs.
He couldn't tell the Rikus from one another, and assumed this was the same young man he'd met yesterday, that was curled up on the couch across from him.*
So you've caught it as well...
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Given how Enoch's statement is phrased and that they have met before, Riku so far doesn't suspect that he is being confused with his double and just shrugs.]
It's been going around for a while already.
[Overall it's not exactly surprising that he caught it. That doesn't make it any less annoying though.]
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I hope we don't lose anyone to it.
*Even though they'd all be brought back anyway. He had to wonder if Jason had thought of the extra work he'd made for himself when he decided not to heat the tower.*
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That might be unavoidable though.
[Jason isn't exactly known for setting up his games in a way that might allow them to win after all.]
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*Still...it was strange, how little this was like winter at home, how little they could do. It was somehow worse than the winters on Earth in his time. They weren't so free, and metal didn't insulate the way clay and wood and stone did.*
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[Not that it could be expected much different. Things would be too 'easy' otherwise, right? It's not exactly a battle that can be truly one, unlike the last time that Jason had been in charge... only something that can be waited out, probably.
Riku just sighs... January just can't come soon enough.]
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*Enoch reaches up to turn a cushion down to act as a pillow. Why it was all right to sleep out here in the middle of the day but not his own room was mystifying. It was sleep, either way.
At least this time he had the justification of not wanting to climb more stairs.*
And I haven't been ill in a very long time, either.