Kiyotaka Ishimaru [石丸清多夏] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2013-01-16 12:56 pm
forgetbeam) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-16 12:56 pm
So, about these time paradoxes...
Characters: Ishimaru [replies from eyebrowsareforever] and You
Setting: Various places in the tower
Format: Your pick!
Summary: It's been ten years for Ishimaru, and he's mellowed out a little. The tower's obviously worn him down, but he keeps on trucking! And with all these new arrivals coming in, he figures he should help them settle in. If only he could find those informational pamphlets he wrote up years ago...
(Feel free to establish some kind of pre-existing TYL relationship!)
Warnings: Depends on who shows up.
[Libraries and Study Room]
[The reference books might be a little less popular than the ones on the third floor, but Ishimaru himself has always preferred them. Even after 'graduating' (or the closest thing he could get to it here), he never really broke the habit of sitting and studying for what could often be hours at a time. That's not what he's after today, though! With all the new arrivals in the Tower, he's going to need to bust out the little booklets he made up long ago just in case people started showing up again. Ha! Good thing he thought ahead.
But the only trouble is... where are they? He could have sworn he'd placed them on a very specific shelf here. Did someone take them out and put them back in the wrong place? Did the Administrators take them away? Did someone decide to use them as kindling on a colder month?
Whatever, he's going to do a thorough search of each and every shelf.
This search continues in the study room a floor down, ending in the other library. The longer he's at it the more visibly frustrated he is, frowning and clenching his teeth and all, but he does not give up until he's looked everywhere. He's very likely to ask anyone in his path if they've seen the books, too.]
[Cafeteria]
[He can't believe he wasted a few hours trying to find something that isn't even there. By this point he's realized that something weird is going on with the Tower again, and doesn't think it's worth it working on new booklets just yet. If there's no change by the end of the month, he'll do it, but for now he'll settle on individual explanations. Of course, most of the other long-term residents have probably taken care of most of it.
Not only is he feeling a little useless after his failed search, he's hungry, so it's off to the cafeteria. It's halfway through the month, and that's always about the time he gets tired of eating the same things all the time, but he knows better than to risk the restaurant. At least it's not those bars again.
But as hungry as he is, it's so hard to force anything down. He doesn't give up, though! Maybe he should try out this hunting business later.]
[Swimming Pool]
[Hunting's going to have to wait until tomorrow, though. It's getting late in the day and he'd love to get some kind of exercise in that doesn't involve hacking monsters to bits. So! It's time for a leisurely swim!
Except "leisurely" means "doing laps as fast and splashily as possible." Some things haven't changed at all in the last decade.]
[Elsewhere]
[So maybe you encounter him on a different day, in another place. He could be anywhere from his dorm/the surrounding hallways, watching movies in the media room (he's become That Guy who tries to memorize and speak along with the entire script), clearing monsters from around the stairways on the more dangerous floors, or... wherever, really.]
eyebrowsareforever] and YouSetting: Various places in the tower
Format: Your pick!
Summary: It's been ten years for Ishimaru, and he's mellowed out a little. The tower's obviously worn him down, but he keeps on trucking! And with all these new arrivals coming in, he figures he should help them settle in. If only he could find those informational pamphlets he wrote up years ago...
(Feel free to establish some kind of pre-existing TYL relationship!)
Warnings: Depends on who shows up.
[Libraries and Study Room]
[The reference books might be a little less popular than the ones on the third floor, but Ishimaru himself has always preferred them. Even after 'graduating' (or the closest thing he could get to it here), he never really broke the habit of sitting and studying for what could often be hours at a time. That's not what he's after today, though! With all the new arrivals in the Tower, he's going to need to bust out the little booklets he made up long ago just in case people started showing up again. Ha! Good thing he thought ahead.
But the only trouble is... where are they? He could have sworn he'd placed them on a very specific shelf here. Did someone take them out and put them back in the wrong place? Did the Administrators take them away? Did someone decide to use them as kindling on a colder month?
Whatever, he's going to do a thorough search of each and every shelf.
This search continues in the study room a floor down, ending in the other library. The longer he's at it the more visibly frustrated he is, frowning and clenching his teeth and all, but he does not give up until he's looked everywhere. He's very likely to ask anyone in his path if they've seen the books, too.]
[Cafeteria]
[He can't believe he wasted a few hours trying to find something that isn't even there. By this point he's realized that something weird is going on with the Tower again, and doesn't think it's worth it working on new booklets just yet. If there's no change by the end of the month, he'll do it, but for now he'll settle on individual explanations. Of course, most of the other long-term residents have probably taken care of most of it.
Not only is he feeling a little useless after his failed search, he's hungry, so it's off to the cafeteria. It's halfway through the month, and that's always about the time he gets tired of eating the same things all the time, but he knows better than to risk the restaurant. At least it's not those bars again.
But as hungry as he is, it's so hard to force anything down. He doesn't give up, though! Maybe he should try out this hunting business later.]
[Swimming Pool]
[Hunting's going to have to wait until tomorrow, though. It's getting late in the day and he'd love to get some kind of exercise in that doesn't involve hacking monsters to bits. So! It's time for a leisurely swim!
Except "leisurely" means "doing laps as fast and splashily as possible." Some things haven't changed at all in the last decade.]
[Elsewhere]
[So maybe you encounter him on a different day, in another place. He could be anywhere from his dorm/the surrounding hallways, watching movies in the media room (he's become That Guy who tries to memorize and speak along with the entire script), clearing monsters from around the stairways on the more dangerous floors, or... wherever, really.]
FIGHTS
It was never easy.
Other difficult things: hearing a voice beyond his door that seem so familiar, but fuzzy in his memory. Like a recording of his own voice when he was young, but in very high quality. "Brother..."
Is the boy he was once mistaken for finally in the tower?
He opens the door, instantly regretting it.]
. . .
NO BAD
Well this isn't right. It can't possibly be anyone else, the face is too familiar, but there's clearly something very different about the man before him now. Ishimaru looks honestly confused.]
.... M-Mukuro onii-san? Is that you?
[Ishimaru leans in, inspecting him closely.]
But you told me to fight you...
It might be easier to play along, but Ishimaru can't lie. He doesn't even think he can take the emotional strain if he could. But... the boy is also dangerous, he knows. He keeps his hand on the doorknob, ready to slam it if he needs to.]
...I'm not your brother.
........ IT WAS A BLUFF............
Then who are you? And what are you doing in my brother's room?
Oh. Well. WHOOPS.
[He shifts his feet so he can better block the door shut when the time inevitably comes. With the way the other Ishimaru's gripping his sword, it won't be long.]
You were mistaken.
[And he believed it for so long...]
cries
[Really he knows the answer to this question, but he doesn't want to face it himself.
Despite how inherently dangerous he is, he seems closer to crying than drawing his sword. Ishimarus gotta Ishimaru and all that.]
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[The same person. He can't say it. He can't even watch his other self cry, instead looking away and closing the door halfway.]
. . .
[If he tells him he truth, there's going to be trouble. If he doesn't, he'll still have to deal with him.]
What did you want?
no subject
He had dismissed it at the time, more because he didn't want to consider it than anything else. But clearly that was the case after all...]
... Why do you look like that?
no subject
I'm... nearly thirty years old, you know.
no subject
But how is that possible? The last time I saw you, you were the same age as me!
no subject
no subject
[AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING HIM HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE HIS PRECIOUS NII-SAN AROUND TO PROTECT HIM?]
no subject
[He might as well give him a fair warning...]