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.]
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[ Ahh, morals, she still has them. Death doesn't matter here, people return anyway, what would be the difference if she killed her ex-classmate only to have him return shortly after?
Answer: a lot. She didn't change that much, killing fellow tower dwellers is something she swore to never do. Unless it's out of necessity. Or you get involved into one of her "moments".
She leans back on the chair, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. ]
But it's strange that people haven't thought about it, I mean come on- a bunch of years and nobody came up with that? What if they're really poisonous after all?
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[Sometimes he wonders if it's a troubling thing that he can accept death as just a way to end pain for a little while, and when he started thinking like that in the first place. He knows the naive boy he used to be would be appalled even at the thought of a mercy killing, insist that there had to be some other way, if they just hold on a little while longer...
Would he still think like that if he'd spent the last decade back home instead? Of course not, he has to remind himself - he would be dead. In a more permanent way.]
...But you're right. It is strange. But we would have heard if anyone had tried, surely...
[He stares up at the ceiling, as though it holds some kind of answer for him.]
So... if they are edible, the kitchens can be stocked with meat on a daily basis. If they aren't, we can record that fact and warn others should they become curious. In that case... I'll do it.
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[ Seriously, she began respecting him more through the years. Surely, she's glad that he's calmed down a lot, it's easier to talk with him and she doesn't dislike his company at all. ]
I would take a bite too, but then there would be nobody carrying you to the infirmary if things get bad.
[ A chuckle, and then she stands up. ] Then I'll go and bring you one. Wanna come with me?
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[He smiles a little, though there's definitely a sardonic undertone to it. What are the odds that the Admin were just waiting for someone to test the edibility of the monsters? Probably high. He almost wishes the consequences meant something anymore.]
Right, let's get going. [He pushes his chair back from the table and grabs his tray. It's not like he can just leave a mess there...] Let me take care of this and fetch my sword... Pick a floor and I'll be right there.
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Does the 30th sound good to you? It's always chock full of monsters out there. [ NO THAT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA... ] We'll just have to grab one and get out.
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Thirty of all places? ...It would be fast enough. Alright.
[WHAT COULD GO WRONG?]
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Good thing you agree. See ya there.
[ Sayaka will just wave as she turns to leave, tossing that consumed apple in the nearest bin. ]
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Ishimaru stands two steps up from the floor, katana grasped tightly in both hands.]
Ready?
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[ Grappling the handle of her sword, looking as calm as ever. Let's do this shit yo. ] Countdown?
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[He jumps off the step without any dramatic flair, and as soon as his foot touches the floor there's an ominous, otherworldly music that begins to play. Then it comes:
A one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater.]
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Sayaka didn't stop at the appearance. One monster is like another, and that doesn't stop her from brandishing her sword and swinging it at the creature, fast enough so she could get to attack first. ]
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It just had to be one of the more dangerous ones, didn't it.
Oh well. Anything has to be weak to stabbing, right?]
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She manages to pull back, feeling an annoying headache coming. ]
Hey, do you think this thing has a weak spot?
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I can't think of...
[Wait a minute!]
The eye?! Go for the eye!
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[ No time to think, at this point. Before the creature lashes at her, she moves ahead of it. ]
Got it!
[ From that distance she can't just jump and stab the eye. Therefore she throws the sword with all her strength. Hopefully it works? Or else they're screwed. ]
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RIGHT THROUGH THE CENTER OF THE EYE
and protrudes from the back of the head aww gross. But if the pained shrieking is any indication, it's certainly working. Ishimaru sidesteps a flailing limb but a second too slow - an extended claw cuts through his shirt and leaves a nice gash across his stomach. He hisses through clenched teeth and throws his own word while the monster angrily ambles after Maizono.
Two sharp blades running right through it on top of its other injuries is a little much. The music begins to skip like a broken record before stopping entirely.
And it falls.
...It had better be edible after all that.]
Hah...hhhah. That could have gone worse.
[He pulls his hand away from his stomach to see how bad it is and decides that he's probably not going to die from blood loss, at least. Still, ow.]
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Sayaka doesn't look good for wear but she marches on, despite the claw that reached deep at her shoulder during one of its counter attacks. No big deal, none, just a flesh wound - she's gotten worse crap even if it still hurts like hell. She waits until the monster completely stops moving, before walking to it and pulling her sword out of its body.
A quick look around, and then she turns to Ishimaru. ] We better grab it and get out of here. [ Then, seeing the blood. ] You ok?
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Ishimaru grabs his own blade with his clean hand, feeling a little bad for treating it so carelessly, but he knows it was that or let the both of them die horribly.]
I think so... What about you? We should clean up and make sure it doesn't get infected.
[He nudges the carcass with his boot.]
...I hope this thing tastes good.