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towerofanimus2013-01-13 01:56 am
nonacquiescent) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 01:56 am
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Characters: Waver Velvet and open
Setting: Floors 14, 45, 19 and 43 or anywhere else
Format: Starting with action but I can match
Summary: Waver's been in the tower for twenty years and become a grumpy bum. Replies will come fromachillean
Warnings: Nothing really, I don't think.
Floor 14
[Is there really someone sitting in front of a tv with a Playstation controller in hand...in boxers and an undershirt? Yup, there sure is. And that person is Waver. Poor posture and everything. Although it might be hard to some to recognise him as Waver Velvet at first, as he's aged twenty years. His hair grown out past his waist, and being nearly a foot taller are the major points. Care to join? Sure you do.]
Floor 45
[Waver stands at the windows, looking out to the clouds as he thinks. The faceless creatures occasionally watch him, but he pays it no mind, and even chuckles to himself in thinking of his first day in the tower and how afraid he had been. Looking down at what little of the world below he can see through the clouds is a good way to problem-solve, or work out a plan for his next lesson, letting his mind wander. Today, though, he's thinking about what his life could have been outside the tower. Remaining with Rider and those he had met in the Tower of Animus certainly did him good, but if it all had never happened, where would he be? There's no use in wishing for that, or to go home, he's seen the ruins of his world firsthand now. But the thought is an interesting one nonetheless, and something difficult to turn away from. Especially when he's now spent longer in the tower than he'd spent at home.]
Floor 19
[An average day for Waver has always involved plenty of reading. Finding very few other spots in which he can concentrate without being bothered by the tower, or people in the tower, he sits in the library with a magic text of his own. He jots down notes in a notebook as he goes. There are enough magi in the tower to bounce his ideas off of from time to time, as he still strongly believes study can create a great magus. These days it's all a matter of getting any new books from home. Luckily he's received a few at Christmas from the administrators, and has several others piled up on the table. Although a nearly tattered copy of The Iliad sits among them. He's also lighted a cigar and sits with it in his mouth almost the entire time, with no regard for the fact that a library probably isn't the best place to be smoking.]
Floor 43
[In the evening, Waver takes a plate of food up to the cells, as he thinks Ryuunosuke has been locked in one for some time, and can't allow him to starve in there and end up free again. He carries it nonchalantly through the tower, taking the elevator to floor 41 and walking the rest of the way. But when he gets there, and sees the cells all empty, the doors simply hanging open, he drops the plate, sending it crashing to the ground.]
Shit--
[Had someone let Ryuunosuke out? He has to find him right away, before he can hurt anyone, any of the children he tutors.
He can be found all around the tower, desperately looking for the one he should be watching, and cursing under his breath the whole time.]
Setting: Floors 14, 45, 19 and 43 or anywhere else
Format: Starting with action but I can match
Summary: Waver's been in the tower for twenty years and become a grumpy bum. Replies will come from
achillean Warnings: Nothing really, I don't think.
Floor 14
[Is there really someone sitting in front of a tv with a Playstation controller in hand...in boxers and an undershirt? Yup, there sure is. And that person is Waver. Poor posture and everything. Although it might be hard to some to recognise him as Waver Velvet at first, as he's aged twenty years. His hair grown out past his waist, and being nearly a foot taller are the major points. Care to join? Sure you do.]
Floor 45
[Waver stands at the windows, looking out to the clouds as he thinks. The faceless creatures occasionally watch him, but he pays it no mind, and even chuckles to himself in thinking of his first day in the tower and how afraid he had been. Looking down at what little of the world below he can see through the clouds is a good way to problem-solve, or work out a plan for his next lesson, letting his mind wander. Today, though, he's thinking about what his life could have been outside the tower. Remaining with Rider and those he had met in the Tower of Animus certainly did him good, but if it all had never happened, where would he be? There's no use in wishing for that, or to go home, he's seen the ruins of his world firsthand now. But the thought is an interesting one nonetheless, and something difficult to turn away from. Especially when he's now spent longer in the tower than he'd spent at home.]
Floor 19
[An average day for Waver has always involved plenty of reading. Finding very few other spots in which he can concentrate without being bothered by the tower, or people in the tower, he sits in the library with a magic text of his own. He jots down notes in a notebook as he goes. There are enough magi in the tower to bounce his ideas off of from time to time, as he still strongly believes study can create a great magus. These days it's all a matter of getting any new books from home. Luckily he's received a few at Christmas from the administrators, and has several others piled up on the table. Although a nearly tattered copy of The Iliad sits among them. He's also lighted a cigar and sits with it in his mouth almost the entire time, with no regard for the fact that a library probably isn't the best place to be smoking.]
Floor 43
[In the evening, Waver takes a plate of food up to the cells, as he thinks Ryuunosuke has been locked in one for some time, and can't allow him to starve in there and end up free again. He carries it nonchalantly through the tower, taking the elevator to floor 41 and walking the rest of the way. But when he gets there, and sees the cells all empty, the doors simply hanging open, he drops the plate, sending it crashing to the ground.]
Shit--
[Had someone let Ryuunosuke out? He has to find him right away, before he can hurt anyone, any of the children he tutors.
He can be found all around the tower, desperately looking for the one he should be watching, and cursing under his breath the whole time.]
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[He waves the cigar a bit to indicate he means 'you don't mind if I smoke'.]
I have a lesson to teach later, but how does around seven sound?
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[That was meant more as a joke than anything to be taken seriously. At the mention of a class, Tohko nodded.]
Oh, sure! That's fine with me. What will you be teaching?
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[He's going to leave it at that, but, no, he can't, he didn't expect her to believe it at all, so he shakes his head and laughs.]
You shouldn't believe anything you're told, though. It was a joke.
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[At the laughter and the words, Tohko sighs and her smile diminishes..but it doesn't vanish completely.]
..I don't believe just everything I'm told! I know it would be a little strange of me to accept an agreement like that..but I'm curious about video games, so I can see myself accepting that sort of agreement. I believed it because I trusted you.
[And Tohko just thought of something and sighed again.]
However..I'll let the 'agreement' still stand if you answer a question for me. As you grow, will you understand how Oba Yozo felt?
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..No, I'm not asking that because you smoke. I don't have a problem with you smoking, really. But..if you're so confused, then you've probably forgotten why I gave that book to you in the first place.
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That's it. So, the question still remains: Do you now fully understand Oba Yozo's plight and how he felt?
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I see..so at the age I know you from, hiding had become such a part of you that you didn't see anything wrong with it. I understand..but it's good to hear that you have changed for the better over the years.
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That's it exactly. I cared too much about how others saw me. So it seemed only natural for anyone else to feel that way. Well, you can attribute that to Rider being Rider.
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[..You may be older than her, but she can't help it. You're still a close friend, so you get your head patted.]
It's good to hear that Ride managed to snap you out of that idea. If you ever revert to how I remember you, I'll have to help him pound that idea out of your head.
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...I don't think you need to do that, besides, he would probably take it literally and beat me half to death.
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Well, I probably don't need to do that, but I would like to help. And I don't think Rider would do that! He's no an idiot. And if he tried, I'd let him know where he slipped up.
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[For Tohko, history is nothing more than the story of the world.]
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[It's a joke, Waver, a joke!]
But you're right! If anyone here is in a position to be speaking about them, it's him. Maybe he should start teaching a few classes himself once we start.
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Right, you can't go anywhere without bumping into someone who's met that guy.
'Once we start'? Oh, right, the 'school' started about twenty years ago, didn't it. Rider doesn't teach anything, he just goes around the tower being as loud as ever.
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That does sound like him. I'll have to try and convince him now to teach a few people in something. Maybe I can change his mind!
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[ie: constantly throwing Waver around and slapping him on the back way too hard.]
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