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towerofanimus2013-01-07 05:27 pm
altitonant_emperor) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-07 05:27 pm
OO5 >> December sucked for many of us, but otherwise no commentary will be offered on it
Characters: Hidetoshi, and everyone.
Setting: The hallways of the jail on the 45th floor, and the floating island on the 35th floor.
Format: Either actionspam or prose is perfectly fine by me, but as always, remember I'll be slower to reply to prose.
Summary: Now that December's over, Hidetoshi decides that the start of a new month would be an excellent time to explore more of the Tower for himself before the next events hits. Of course, this means any other Tower residents (new and old) are free to bug him or join him in exploration.
Warnings: None so far. Unless Monomaru turns up, he's a warning unto himself.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR FORTY-THREE ]
December had been not been kind to Hidetoshi. As the days had worn on, his hallucinations had grown worse and worse, advancing from simple audio delusions of hearing things to visual hallucinations. It gotten to the point where the high school student had been truly convinced that the entire tower was collapsing around him, falling into chaos as beams splintered down the middle, metal crumbled, and walls groaned painfully as they fell down, and he couldn't prevent it from occurring which had been a special favor of infuriating. He had awaited the end of the month with relief, and found the Christmas Eve party to be a welcome change from the dismal atmosphere of the prior cold weeks. Granted, the commercial western holiday was not his favorite, but there had been respectable food and a warm place to seat down. That had placated him, and he had refined from any disdain.
And now the indoor heating was back on, his mood had changed for the better. It was over. He found it disquieting he had counted it a minor triumph that no one he knew had perished during the month. With free time on his hands between refining his knife-wielding abilities, Hidetoshi had opted to familiarize himself with the relatively safer floors of the Tower while there was no more pressing matters to demand his attention.
The cloak Enoch had given him when they were both suffering from the illnesses that been running rampant that month, was wrapped securely around his shoulders (since it was still winter and an unwelcome chill still lingered in the air) as he strode calmly through the jail hallways, occasionally pausing in front of one of the cells to peer inside before continuing on his way. Feel free to run into him.
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR THIRTY-FIVE ]
The island was quiet, an inhabited, barren chunk of rocks and dirt suspended in the air over a lake with seemingly no bottom. (The setup made very little logical sense but by now Hidetoshi had sulkily resigned himself to the fact he was living a science fiction novel.) He had explored it, and found no life which was pleasant considering that if he had encountered any life, it probably would have attempted to kill him messily and Hidetoshi didn't particularly want to be forced to vacant the premises in a rush if he was outmatched, or clean any gore off of his knives. The only sound was that of the bottomless lake far under his feet, rumbling in a deep watery growl. The yellow armband that signified his connection to a high school disciple community on his arm was hidden under the warm cloak.
He stood a healthy distance away from the edge, one hand on his hip and the other hand holding a basic lighter which his dark gray eyes were glaring down at like its very existence personally and deeply offended him. Whatever reason you yourself have for being on the island, do you want to approach him or leave him be?
[ SCENARIO B || ANYWHERE YOU CHOSE, ANYTIME YOU CHOSE ]
Perhaps you run into Hidetoshi in the dormitory hallways, or on the way out of the library. If you're one of his roommates, maybe you crossed paths with him in the morning, as he was peeling himself out of bed and stumbling to the bedroom. Or is there something pressing you feel the need to tell him? Are you a newbie and want to ask a couple questions regarding your new home? Go ahead.
Setting: The hallways of the jail on the 45th floor, and the floating island on the 35th floor.
Format: Either actionspam or prose is perfectly fine by me, but as always, remember I'll be slower to reply to prose.
Summary: Now that December's over, Hidetoshi decides that the start of a new month would be an excellent time to explore more of the Tower for himself before the next events hits. Of course, this means any other Tower residents (new and old) are free to bug him or join him in exploration.
Warnings: None so far. Unless Monomaru turns up, he's a warning unto himself.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR FORTY-THREE ]
December had been not been kind to Hidetoshi. As the days had worn on, his hallucinations had grown worse and worse, advancing from simple audio delusions of hearing things to visual hallucinations. It gotten to the point where the high school student had been truly convinced that the entire tower was collapsing around him, falling into chaos as beams splintered down the middle, metal crumbled, and walls groaned painfully as they fell down, and he couldn't prevent it from occurring which had been a special favor of infuriating. He had awaited the end of the month with relief, and found the Christmas Eve party to be a welcome change from the dismal atmosphere of the prior cold weeks. Granted, the commercial western holiday was not his favorite, but there had been respectable food and a warm place to seat down. That had placated him, and he had refined from any disdain.
And now the indoor heating was back on, his mood had changed for the better. It was over. He found it disquieting he had counted it a minor triumph that no one he knew had perished during the month. With free time on his hands between refining his knife-wielding abilities, Hidetoshi had opted to familiarize himself with the relatively safer floors of the Tower while there was no more pressing matters to demand his attention.
The cloak Enoch had given him when they were both suffering from the illnesses that been running rampant that month, was wrapped securely around his shoulders (since it was still winter and an unwelcome chill still lingered in the air) as he strode calmly through the jail hallways, occasionally pausing in front of one of the cells to peer inside before continuing on his way. Feel free to run into him.
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR THIRTY-FIVE ]
The island was quiet, an inhabited, barren chunk of rocks and dirt suspended in the air over a lake with seemingly no bottom. (The setup made very little logical sense but by now Hidetoshi had sulkily resigned himself to the fact he was living a science fiction novel.) He had explored it, and found no life which was pleasant considering that if he had encountered any life, it probably would have attempted to kill him messily and Hidetoshi didn't particularly want to be forced to vacant the premises in a rush if he was outmatched, or clean any gore off of his knives. The only sound was that of the bottomless lake far under his feet, rumbling in a deep watery growl. The yellow armband that signified his connection to a high school disciple community on his arm was hidden under the warm cloak.
He stood a healthy distance away from the edge, one hand on his hip and the other hand holding a basic lighter which his dark gray eyes were glaring down at like its very existence personally and deeply offended him. Whatever reason you yourself have for being on the island, do you want to approach him or leave him be?
[ SCENARIO B || ANYWHERE YOU CHOSE, ANYTIME YOU CHOSE ]
Perhaps you run into Hidetoshi in the dormitory hallways, or on the way out of the library. If you're one of his roommates, maybe you crossed paths with him in the morning, as he was peeling himself out of bed and stumbling to the bedroom. Or is there something pressing you feel the need to tell him? Are you a newbie and want to ask a couple questions regarding your new home? Go ahead.
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When Hidetoshi awakes, Jungo is sitting on his bed and looking through something on his cellphone. He looks up and notices his new roommate is awake, too, and smiles just slightly.
"Good morning."
[ooc; I'm sorry this is so late. orz It's nice to meet you, roommate person!]
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Too tired to return the smile however; "... Good morning."
With another yawn, he pulled off the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet meeting the cold floor.
[ooc: no, no, it's all good. Great to meet you as well, roommate person~!]
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He continues to press a few buttons on his cellphone before setting it aside, remembering that it’s rude to use your cellphone while talking to someone. He yawned back before speaking again. "I'm sorry if I woke you up. Jungo wanted out."
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And after stretching out his arms slightly and pressing out the wrinkles in his clothes, he replied, still pushing off the wet cotton sensation of sleep. "It's fine. I was already half-awake anyway." And since the bathroom appeared to be open, it seemed to be his turn to clean up for the day.
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“Mm. That’s good, then. Jungo and I will try to be more quiet.” That was all he had to say before watching Hidetoshi head for the bathroom. Once he was left alone with nothing to do, he picked up his cellphone again.
By the time Hideyoshi had finished cleaning himself up, though, Jungo had summoned a demon into the room from his reserves. He didn't need a connection for that. He didn't notice that Hidetoshi had returned, but instead he focused on trying to feed Berserker some carrots. The demon didn't respond at all.
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Feeling refreshed and much more alert, he was not expecting the sight of a large armored humanoid cat that his roommate was attempting to feed carrots to, that greeted him upon his return to the room. He froze on the threshold, yanking out one knife in case it attacked. Encounters with monsters in the Tower had always been ones of mutual desires to maim each other.
"What the hell is going on here?"
He demanded warily, and guess who looks like he's seriously considering putting a knife into Berserker's eyeball.
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He stands between them, holding one arm towards his roommate and one towards Berserker. “Don’t fight. This isn’t a place for fighting.” The look on his face isn’t angry, but Jungo is certainly feeling panicked as he turns to Hidetoshi. "This is my demon. He won't attack unless we're attacked first. It's impossible for him."
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"Tch," He lowered the knife hesiantly, then nodded and stowed it away. The hooded feline did seem to only be hostile towards him because of his weapon and Jungo had placed himself between them. And he was correct, a bedroom wasn't a good place to fight. "He's your demon? I'll take your word for it."
He's still tense but made himself relax a little. God, this Tower had made him suspicious of so many things. Uncertainly: "He won't attack either of us?"
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“Mm, that’s right. He won’t attack anyone since he’s mine.” As he speaks, Berserker resumes his neutral stance by crossing his arms and glaring straight at Hidetoshi. The demon isn’t moving, though, and if it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest he might have looked like a statue. “I promise. Fighting isn’t good, we wouldn’t ever try to start a fight.”
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His roommate didn't seem the type to pick a fight anyway.
"Well, good then. I respect your promise. Please do see to it that you keep your word since he's under your command." He looked up, attempting to quell a headache. There hadn't been an hooded giant cat in the room when he'd woken up, so where had it came from? He heavily doubted Jungo could manage to fit the demon into the trunk that sat at the foot of his bed and thus questioned curiously. "Mind if I ask where on earth he came from however?"
Unless he did somehow manage to fit the demon into the trunk...
I'm sorry for being so slow, I have the flu and it makes long tags difficult.
Hidetoshi’s words bring him back to reality, though he lets a soft “Hmm?” that might make it too clear that he had spaced out for a moment there. “I told him not to attack anyone, so you’re definitely fine. Especially since we’re roommates.” Yes, that’s a good thing. Jungo is glad he has roommates. They’re all new people, but he thinks he can befriend each of them. That excites him.
“His name is Berserker,” Jungo starts as he reaches for his cellphone. “He came from inside my phone.” He holds up the screen for his companion to see, but it really doesn’t do any good now that they’re so far apart. It does display Berserker’s statistics as if he were an RPG character, however. “There’s one more in here, too. They’re the only ones I have.”
Nah it's okay. Being ill is totally understandable for being slow with tags.
And Jungo explains where the said demonic cat, Berserker, came from and holds up his cellphone, the faintly glowing square of the screen with its RPG statistics fully visible. Not that he can see the statistics since they're different sides of the room. But. Demons in cell phones.
What?
"Inside your phone itself? Ingenious." He commented rather flatly, and confusedly. Well, if Rise could keep a supernatural being called a persona in her mind, it couldn't be too far out of the ballpark to assume you could somehow store demons inside cellphones. He blinked, and glanced at the breathing statue standing beside Jungo. "So, Berserker and.. And the other demon's name is..."
It's hard to brain more than a few sentences when sick sometimes, haha /)_(\
He looked back down at his cellphone and started to press a few buttons. In a flash of light, the Berserker standing behind him digitized and returned to the phone in Jungo’s hands. The entire process didn’t even take more than a second. After pressing a few more buttons, he stood and walked over to Hidetoshi. Instead of Berserker, the screen now displayed one Neko Shogun. "This is Neko Shogun. He's a demon, too."
No blame will placed from my corner :] I know how tough that is when you're unwell
He leaned in closer, examining the picture before leaning backward and nodding. "Hm, I see."
It was too early in the morning for this kind of thinking before eating a decent breakfast, but Hidetoshi quickly shook off that train of thought. It was a self-defeating course. "A very practical set-up." He observed, sounding a little more mildly impressed after seeing the technology in action himself. "Who on earth would come up with an idea like that?"
Digitizing demons and commanding them via cellphones. Really.
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“The guy from Nicaea made it.” He remembered that much. The...Anguished One? He didn’t remember clearly, it was his friend who kept talking to him. Jungo wasn’t always around for it. He offered a small smile. “It’s very useful. Even I can use it really well. All of my friends use this, too."
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"All of your friends?"
He wasn't that surprised, not as much as he would have been if he had just arrived in this illogical Tower. It seemed people who came from those sort of worlds, where they could summon supernatural creatures of myth and folklore and nightmares to fight in their stead, tended to band together in teams. It seemed like that from... Oh, right. Rise was from his universe. From later on in his timeline even.
Nope, not gonna go back to rubbing his forehead. Glancing at Jungo once again. "Hmm... Well. If you're a new arrival, have you had a meal from the cafeteria yet?"
Just a quick check.
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It’s there that his smile faded into a bit of a frown. Usually? More like they were on a path to becoming enemies. He didn’t want his friends to fight, but that was the state he left his world in. For as gullible and naive as he can be, Jungo truly doubted that his world was destroyed because they were all promised a chance to save it. But here he was. He wondered if his friends were mad at him for leaving.
A moment passed before Jungo remembered to respond to the second question. His smiled returned, albeit weakly. “Yeah. I spent a couple of hours trying to make eggs, but then I ate the oatmeal.” He spent nearly two hours alternating between cooking and throwing up before figuring out how things worked. It wasn’t an entirely pleasant morning, but at least he managed to eat something in the end. “Thanks for asking.”