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towerofanimus2013-01-16 07:43 am
altitonant_emperor) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-16 07:43 am
OO6 >> How do you measure the distance between two people?
Characters: Hidetoshi in his early twenties, and YOU!
Setting: Various (floors 48, 1, 6 and the dormitory levels) set throughout the week.
Format: Stating with actionspam but prose is perfectly fine by me. As always, just remember I'll be slower to reply to prose.
Summary: Hidetoshi is affected by the event (further details and tl;dr can be found here) and firmly believes he has been in the Tower for over a decade, and is acting accordingly. Surprisingly, he remains quite sane.
Warnings: Do mentions of animals getting electrocuted to death count as a warning... Oh, and Hidetoshi being weirdly mentally stable for the environment he grew up in.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR THIRTY-EIGHT ]
[ There's a reserved-looking man in his twenties that cuts an imposing figure and dark gray hair tied neatly back into a spiky ponytail, reclining in one of the beanbag chairs situated in the lounge, a thick book plopped open in his lap, several other tombs stacked next to him with a cup of coffee placed on top and occasionally he makes a remark to thin air. Like so; ]
That's a fucking farcical and erroneous assertion.
[ Don't be a smartass, you've already read the end of this novel, why read backwards. You already know what the ending is. Spoilered. Cheating.
Hidetoshi wrinkled his nose slightly, took a cocky sip of his coffee. I don't recall asking for your opinion. If I want to believe that for once in this story, the protagonist wouldn't be an ignoramus, then I will.
Are you truly going for that angle of argument? Delusion. Pointless. Flawed reasoning. Tut tut.
A familiar presence shifted in his mind, jostling for attention. Hidetoshi turns a page and sniffs. Shut up, you're just as engrossed as I am. Of course, he speaks very softly, so if you're hanging out in the lounge as well, you're fully capable of easily ignoring him. This floor is very quiet and calm, quieter than the flashy media room at least. A good place to take a breather and escape from the craziness of what Hidetoshi assumed to be a sudden wave of newcomers for the first time in ages, and the latest experiment. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR SIX ]
[ —Thunder Reign!
Faintly heard, through the forest, he calls out a spell's name and his persona flickers to life to cast it, scorching black patches of the ground and whichever mutated animals dared attack him. Some survived and fled, others died after a few more spells.
He's standing under the shelter of a tree, calling down thunder attacks. In front of him hovered a heavily armored persona dressed in a cloak of shades of dark gray, regal yellow, and with ribbons knotting the fabric together. Its face was featureless and smoother. A black stripe of colour over the blank space where eyes would normally would be and a crown-like crest that rose from its brow, and long wide sleeves covered its arms. One of its hands was a stump with a gleaming sword portending from it.
There's no reason for it; Hidetoshi had felt the desire to indulge and seen no harm in doing so here.
One of his longer swords was out, held confidently in his hand, the blade's edge sharp and well-cared for. He handles his movement with more grace than a scrawny twig of a teenager did. He's alert, that fact displayed in the terse tightening of his lips, the slight drawing of his eyebrows, the way he casts his gaze—unafraid and observant—across the surrounding area while his face stays calm. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR ONE ]
[ Someone has dragged a dead deer (bearing the signs of being cleanly shocked to death) from the forest into the kitchen and is skinning it (disclaimer: the mun knows jack shit about skinning animals) with the ease of old practice, out of the way and being very tidy with it, keeping the blood to a minimal. He's already thinking of how he wants to cook it—Lancer preferred meat, and he doubted Minato or Nesir would say no to decently cooked food. Whenever he tracked down Togami-kun after he was done being a fool for the day, he'd see if he could stuff some of the meat onto him. Then he paused, and glanced down at the partially-skinned corpse in front of him.
Y'know, when he was growing up, this was not a skill he'd ever thought he'd learn. Nor was... this the sort of life he'd ever would have believed he would lead. Not exactly the successful, credit-to-society existence he'd dreamed of as a teenager. Strange thought, that.
Twelve or something years, huh...
Man, it's been a long time. Over a decade. Hidetoshi almost chuckled. ]
[ SCENARIO C || DORMITORY LEVELS HALLWAYS ]
[ If you meet him in the hallways, he's probably just pacing back and forth, lost in thought over the odd changes that seem to have overtaken the Tower for this experiments. After all, he could recall no experiment where the entire upper fifty floors had simply vanished. He looks bored and restless, and can be bothered at will. Or he's napping in his room, and for some reason, you want to come in and bug him. ]
Setting: Various (floors 48, 1, 6 and the dormitory levels) set throughout the week.
Format: Stating with actionspam but prose is perfectly fine by me. As always, just remember I'll be slower to reply to prose.
Summary: Hidetoshi is affected by the event (further details and tl;dr can be found here) and firmly believes he has been in the Tower for over a decade, and is acting accordingly. Surprisingly, he remains quite sane.
Warnings: Do mentions of animals getting electrocuted to death count as a warning... Oh, and Hidetoshi being weirdly mentally stable for the environment he grew up in.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR THIRTY-EIGHT ]
[ There's a reserved-looking man in his twenties that cuts an imposing figure and dark gray hair tied neatly back into a spiky ponytail, reclining in one of the beanbag chairs situated in the lounge, a thick book plopped open in his lap, several other tombs stacked next to him with a cup of coffee placed on top and occasionally he makes a remark to thin air. Like so; ]
That's a fucking farcical and erroneous assertion.
[ Don't be a smartass, you've already read the end of this novel, why read backwards. You already know what the ending is. Spoilered. Cheating.
Hidetoshi wrinkled his nose slightly, took a cocky sip of his coffee. I don't recall asking for your opinion. If I want to believe that for once in this story, the protagonist wouldn't be an ignoramus, then I will.
Are you truly going for that angle of argument? Delusion. Pointless. Flawed reasoning. Tut tut.
A familiar presence shifted in his mind, jostling for attention. Hidetoshi turns a page and sniffs. Shut up, you're just as engrossed as I am. Of course, he speaks very softly, so if you're hanging out in the lounge as well, you're fully capable of easily ignoring him. This floor is very quiet and calm, quieter than the flashy media room at least. A good place to take a breather and escape from the craziness of what Hidetoshi assumed to be a sudden wave of newcomers for the first time in ages, and the latest experiment. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR SIX ]
[ —Thunder Reign!
Faintly heard, through the forest, he calls out a spell's name and his persona flickers to life to cast it, scorching black patches of the ground and whichever mutated animals dared attack him. Some survived and fled, others died after a few more spells.
He's standing under the shelter of a tree, calling down thunder attacks. In front of him hovered a heavily armored persona dressed in a cloak of shades of dark gray, regal yellow, and with ribbons knotting the fabric together. Its face was featureless and smoother. A black stripe of colour over the blank space where eyes would normally would be and a crown-like crest that rose from its brow, and long wide sleeves covered its arms. One of its hands was a stump with a gleaming sword portending from it.
There's no reason for it; Hidetoshi had felt the desire to indulge and seen no harm in doing so here.
One of his longer swords was out, held confidently in his hand, the blade's edge sharp and well-cared for. He handles his movement with more grace than a scrawny twig of a teenager did. He's alert, that fact displayed in the terse tightening of his lips, the slight drawing of his eyebrows, the way he casts his gaze—unafraid and observant—across the surrounding area while his face stays calm. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR ONE ]
[ Someone has dragged a dead deer (bearing the signs of being cleanly shocked to death) from the forest into the kitchen and is skinning it (
Y'know, when he was growing up, this was not a skill he'd ever thought he'd learn. Nor was... this the sort of life he'd ever would have believed he would lead. Not exactly the successful, credit-to-society existence he'd dreamed of as a teenager. Strange thought, that.
Twelve or something years, huh...
Man, it's been a long time. Over a decade. Hidetoshi almost chuckled. ]
[ SCENARIO C || DORMITORY LEVELS HALLWAYS ]
[ If you meet him in the hallways, he's probably just pacing back and forth, lost in thought over the odd changes that seem to have overtaken the Tower for this experiments. After all, he could recall no experiment where the entire upper fifty floors had simply vanished. He looks bored and restless, and can be bothered at will. Or he's napping in his room, and for some reason, you want to come in and bug him. ]
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[Except he doesn't, not really. Can it be called projecting when it's in your own head?]
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...You have a Persona?
*He. Gained a Persona. Okay then. Frankly, Enoch's just trying to keep down the reflexive need to withdraw and slink off honed over centuries of painful faked deaths and departures.*
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[Yeah, now he's concerned, had this mouth's experiment had affected the immortal? Sure am closing that book and setting it to the side because you were the only other older male influence he ever had, and unlike Lancer, Enoch hadn't been a terrible influence. Plus, Enoch seemed to be withdrawn, like he was fighting the urge to move away from them or excuse himself.] Enoch, are you well?
[He should know this. Has an deficiency in his memories appeared? Are they lacking, absent? Like the others... He did not leave like Rise, like so many residents. He should remember. Recall. Have recollection of the events. Epiphron chimed in with his own two cents.]
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And if he had lost his memories of the past twelve years, that would to be actually what happened.]
Does my appearance have you so troubled... ?
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Making a small, noncommittal sound, Enoch lowers his head again.*
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[Ugh, emotions are hard when you try your best to not think of them a lot. Hidetoshi glances at his pile of books and coffee cup, still frowning. Maybe if he departed from the premises until the experiment was done with and the older man regained his memories, Enoch would not be troubled by reminders of immortality like his current age....? Or would that make him a coward?]
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*He didn't want to be having this talk, never again. But it...would have to happen. Eventually. Gradually. If they stayed in the tower so long. But...
...oh, his thoughts just weren't the way they should be!*
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But you are not, and I know how... You do not take well to unpleasant reminders of that.
[The man folds his hand into his lap; hands that had once been the soft, smoother ones of a teenager who rarely engaged in much manual work or labor, now covered in old scorch burns, and a dozen little white scars where he nicked himself on accident.
C'mon, talk to him here.]
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*....It's really no contest, is it, now that he's thinking on it?*
...No. It was worse knowing I was causing others pain. I suppose that's some small blessing about this place.
*He's just glad this time everyone has experienced never...well, happened. The admin experiment will end. Everyone will return to their proper ages and Enoch can...watch them grow up in normal time.
...As if that's any better. That's what made this experiment hurt him so badly, after all.*
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Enoch.
[There are a number of things he could address about what Enoch just said. The first bite about his time on Earth, or causing others pain and small blessings. But finally, he settles on;] The sight of myself aged that troubles you, I can't change that. but I can assure you that I...
[Ugh, trying to use the right words. Changing tactics;] You don't cause me or others pain, Enoch. You are a good man, Enoch, and the time we've spent with you is a fine one.
[Even in the Tower.]
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*He looks up when Hidetoshi moves closer, trying to drag himself out of the spiral of despair he'd found himself trapped on.*
It's...one thing about this tower that is better than Earth, in a way. That my immortality isn't to be hidden.
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You're welcome.
[Yes, dragging yourself out of spiraling into despair is always an excellent course of action. He sighs, trying to smile, looking at Enoch.]
That's true. It's never pleasant, being forced to lie about yourself. But I don't want you to feel [guilty, self-loathing] unhappy since we are mortal. [And would age as a result, thought personally he could prefer disappearing from the Tower before he got too old. Becoming senile and not being capable of leaving a fragile-boned, withered ancient body via a peaceful (or at least quick) death seemed a truly terrifying nightmare.
Since while the immortal would not leave them, he would be there to watch them age and be unable to escape the reality of that.]
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*Enoch simply assumed that if they aged, they died. It would be the only means of death in the tower - Ruana never did give him an answer on whether those who aged would die from it, but in hindsight it felt like he was asking a stupid question; why wouldn't they?*
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[Hidetoshi wasn't so certain about that. It seemed another method to make them suffer, and the admins had never been hesitant about using their methods before. And Hidetoshi's used to regarding death as a slap on the wrist.]