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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. ]
AWW YIS ♥
[That's all Rise manages to get out before she finds herself flat on her back on the ground. Because...future!Rise would've been able to avoid that, maybe, at least if she'd kept up her training...but current!Rise hasn't had nearly enough lessons yet to fend off an attack from Nesir when she's Seriously Attacking.
She has learned something, though: instead of just lying there on the ground like a derp and trying to get her breath back, she's quickly rolling to the side and away, away from Nesir and towards Hidetoshi.]
♥
He would make a wry comment about Nesir being rude, but hey Nesir was Rise's teacher after a fashion. She could interact with her roommate that way if she pleased.
If she was planning on killing and/or seriously maiming the female idol, he would have countered immediately and brutally. But she wasn't.]
♥ :D
Just because she likes you Rise. She's not happy though.] And what do you be calling that?
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That's just what I was gonna ask you!
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Nesir-san. [A pause as Rise sputters out her own question that was halfway indignant and halfway startled before he offers an explanation for why she wasn't quite up to snuff, his hand dropping back to his side.] I believe Rise is suffering a few... memory issues after her departure.
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So you really have been forgetting everything I taught you? [Nesir's voice was stern, a teacher who was angry at her favorite pupil.]
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[...After running into a much older Nanako-chan, as well as a few other people acting like they've been here longer than they really have, Rise thinks she knows what's going on here. But she has a feeling that just knowing that isn't gonna keep Nesir from trying to get her to 'remember' all those lessons that they haven't actually had yet. 8|; ]
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Hidetoshi remains firmly in place between the two of them, his gaze stern but otherwise does little to interfere; he doesn't particularly feel the need to interject his opinion into this. He will act if either of them makes a move, but only then.]
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No, it was just last month!
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[And then glancing back over at Nesir.]
If she doesn't remember, then there isn't much use to reminding her of it. It's not her fault. [He sounded a little defensive of her. Besides, this wouldn't last very long since this was only a experience. If the female remained, she would surely recall sooner or later.]
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So the memory wipe is absolute. I did be attacking her and there did be no instinct or muscle memory, she did just no be knowing what to be doing. [She looks at Rise again, curious.]
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But a pout wasn't unreasonable in this case, so that's what they'll be getting from Rise, along with a slightly sulky tone.]
That's because I haven't learned it yet.
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...
... No, I shalln't.
Gonna stand here and keep a sharp-eyed lookout for any approaching murderous woodland animals while they chat it up.]
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[You're the theory guy, get theorising.]
...Rise, are you trying to pick a fight with someone you KNOW can kick your ass...?
Or, maybe they're making you think you've been here longer than you actually have!
... Yep I think so. GDIT Rise s-sigh
When was he designated the theory guy anyway.
Alright, let's see if Hidetoshi can mediate this before it breaks out into a fight.] It's not impossible. They can interfere and even manipulate souls, as demonstrated with prior experiments. It wouldn't be too hard for them to move a soul from one identical body to another. It would explain the lack of muscle memory at least.
[And then Rise pips up, and what she says does. Sound reasonable.
Slowly, considering his words very carefully;] You have a point, Rise. But I have currently met more people who testify they remember my version of current events than yours.
//BREAKS ORDER sorry, the muse was adamant about getting this in 8|;
Numbers like that don't mean anything here! The admins can manipulate as many or as few of us as they want!
No worries, I'm being slow anyways
Sorry reason isn't something Nesir is listening to right now, she's angry. Because the last ten years... Rise wasn't her friend or anything, just her student and roommate. But they had gone through a lot in the last ten years and the fact that Rise didn't remember... that she was suggesting it wasn't real...]
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Are you really, Rise please hold off on the logic until it looks less likely for a fight to break out. Nesir's temper was roused and the female idol was still pouting like crazy, and frankly, Hidetoshi wanted none of it.
This was between the two of them but...
He opens his mouth to speak, but given how sharply they're snapping at each other as they argue, he probably doesn't get a chance to say anything.]
...//slinks in all super-late >__>;;
or as well as she will once she has time to think back over how this whole conversation went down. So she responds a little more snappishly than she otherwise would...]None of us chose to come here, and I doubt that we get to choose whether we want to leave or not! So don't blame me when I don't have any say in it! And from my perspective, I just got here a few months ago--I haven't gone anywhere yet!
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[She gave a bitter laugh, if that was a real excuse then Nesir was the most innocent person she knew.] We did be telling you we have been here for years, just because you had no choice in having your memory wiped does no be meaning you do be having no choice in what you say. You did be leaving and now you do be saying we do be lying.
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this is gonna suck
this is gonna suck and he's not even sure which side to defend. Nesir was a friend of mutual benefit those current take on events was the one he agreed with, and Rise was his actual friend even if she was younger and he felt the urge to treat her accordingly, but both of them were running off hurt feelings and anger right now and why this.
Hidetoshi's fairly they bite his head off if he spoke up and snapped out, "Enough, calm down already and talk it out after you've taken a deep breath and counted to ten."
So he stays silent and starts inching away to see if he get the room cast a minor electrical spell at the space between them later.]
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I'm not saying you're lying, I'm saying that either way it's the Tower doing weird stuff again! And maybe it is me that's affected right now, but it could just as easily be you!
[...And after talking with Yu-senpai, and seeing firsthand how he'd acted during November, when he wasn't fully himself...she's been thinking about this sort of thing a lot. And what she's decided deep down, even if she hadn't acknowledged as much, finally comes out in an emotional rush.]
And no...I don't think that people are to blame for things when the Tower makes them do them! Especially when there's no way they would ever willingly choose to do those things! [For a moment, her voice isn't completely steady, a tell-tale waver of emotion in it.] I would never just leave my friends behind--not ever! No matter what it cost me!
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You did be doing it, willingly or not it do no be mattering, the effect is the same.
[She glares at her. She actually does usually believe that people aren't to blame for the towers games, but she's angry and Rise is annoying her.]
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