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towerofanimus2013-01-09 12:16 am
true_noir) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-09 12:16 am
Entry tags:
Exploration (Open)
Characters: Chloe and You
Setting: Exploring
Format: Action or Prose
Summary: Chloe's first days in the Tower are spent quietly, observing from the wings, looking at the floors near to the dormitories... 'catching up' with old friends.
Warnings: PG, but Chloe's always a creeper. Possibly some threats of violence when she meets Kirika, but not necessarily worse than that. I'll update if needed.
Dormitories/Hallways
Having re-acquired her cloak and body-suit from the trunk, Chloe had slipped her blades into the bandoliers on her back and begun the process of exploring. Early meals of oatmeal, unappetizing, bland and boring oatmeal had been washed down, and she had little interest in remaining in the cafeteria for long. She spent only a minimal amount of time in the room that was supposed to be her own and instead began to wander amongst the various floors, looking about with curiosity and remaining at a distance to most of those that she saw.
For now, it was a new world she had been trapped in. Until she properly understood it, understood what this collar meant compared to the one she had known before, she did not want to tip her hand prematurely.
Aquarium
Well, this at least was interesting. The forest had been skipped on almost immediately. Chloe had bad experiences with woods that thick, and she didn't expect this one was any different. One look at one of those deer was an aid in suggesting she try something more quiet, something with glass between she and the animals.
For now, standing and staring at the fish was at least soothing, if surreal. This tower's construction was hard to really understand.
Cathedral (Closed)
The familiarity of this building was haunting. The chapel that Altena had used had been non-descript as well, any signs of a use for Christianity long lost and forgotten, just as much as the old pagan artifacts lying about the vineyard of home. The faint feeling that she was interrupting, that she did not belong. She stalked amidst the wings, at the edges of the pews and pillars. She wanted to see who else came to places like this.
She suspected she knew one who might, but that would be a sole matter of chance.
Setting: Exploring
Format: Action or Prose
Summary: Chloe's first days in the Tower are spent quietly, observing from the wings, looking at the floors near to the dormitories... 'catching up' with old friends.
Warnings: PG, but Chloe's always a creeper. Possibly some threats of violence when she meets Kirika, but not necessarily worse than that. I'll update if needed.
Dormitories/Hallways
Having re-acquired her cloak and body-suit from the trunk, Chloe had slipped her blades into the bandoliers on her back and begun the process of exploring. Early meals of oatmeal, unappetizing, bland and boring oatmeal had been washed down, and she had little interest in remaining in the cafeteria for long. She spent only a minimal amount of time in the room that was supposed to be her own and instead began to wander amongst the various floors, looking about with curiosity and remaining at a distance to most of those that she saw.
For now, it was a new world she had been trapped in. Until she properly understood it, understood what this collar meant compared to the one she had known before, she did not want to tip her hand prematurely.
Aquarium
Well, this at least was interesting. The forest had been skipped on almost immediately. Chloe had bad experiences with woods that thick, and she didn't expect this one was any different. One look at one of those deer was an aid in suggesting she try something more quiet, something with glass between she and the animals.
For now, standing and staring at the fish was at least soothing, if surreal. This tower's construction was hard to really understand.
Cathedral (Closed)
The familiarity of this building was haunting. The chapel that Altena had used had been non-descript as well, any signs of a use for Christianity long lost and forgotten, just as much as the old pagan artifacts lying about the vineyard of home. The faint feeling that she was interrupting, that she did not belong. She stalked amidst the wings, at the edges of the pews and pillars. She wanted to see who else came to places like this.
She suspected she knew one who might, but that would be a sole matter of chance.
no subject
But what does a killer do when someone returned from the grave? Forgiveness? Hardly. "You forgot, we have just met," she spoken as a clone. "From the world where death is permanent, it's a strange place for me. Death to me is another person waiting to wake up. So how does one from your world, I don't know."
no subject
She closed her eyes for a second, keeping herself leaned in close. "Perhaps I will ask you this. You remember things, little Kirika. What is it like to meet the woman you remember killing when your hands cannot recall the act?"