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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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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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A soft, uncertain cough:]
Nesir. Intentions do matter, and Rise is right about that much. [He was certain, even years after her departure, it had not been willing. She wouldn't leave her friends behind yet the whims of the tower sent her away.] She left, the end result wasn't changed and that affected her acquaintances regardless of her being unwilling, yes... But I request you both stop throwing blame and hurt feelings into this matter.
[He was still siding with Nesir on what was happening for events and believing Rise was affected, not them. But he agreed with Rise on not placing the blame for actions committed under the influence of an experiment. (The unsteadiness in Rise's voice is unnerving.) He waited, hoping they wouldn't bite his head off.]
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Rise exhales slowly, forcing herself to calm down despite the fact that she's kinda irritated with herself for missing such an obvious thing, needing to have it pointed out by someone else before she got it.]
...Yeah. Hidetoshi's right about this, so...sorry, Nesir. I just... I really hate the idea that someday I might vanish, and leave all my friends behind. I want us all to get out, together. So being accused of that sort of thing, of just leaving everyone behind...
[It still stings a little, the words they'd exchanged, but she's a lot more in control of herself now.]
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[Its an acceptance, as much as Rise is going to get anyways] Sorry I did be shouting at you.
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He glances between, smiling slightly. See? They're apologizing, that's great. Conflict was tiresome.]
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[Or for this weird...time screw-up thing to end, she adds silently to herself but doesn't say aloud. She has a feeling that wouldn't go over so well, all things considered.
Still what else can they do but wait? From what everyone else has said, taking on the admins isn't even an option right now.]
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[Nesir would teach her to fight again, teach her a thousand times before she let her give up and accept what this tower did to their minds.]