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towerofanimus2013-02-05 02:18 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-05 02:18 pm
sixth prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura and you
Setting: A bunch of new floors.
Format: Floor One Hundred, Eighty-Three, Eighty-One, Sixty-Three, Fifty-Four & Kitchen
Summary: Exploring the new floors! Also fondue.
Warnings: Some possibly squicky organ stuff on eighty-three, otherwise probably none?
Floor One Hundred
Kyoko stood at the top of the staircase, alternating between staring down into the seemingly-empty room below, the staircase below, and over her shoulder for anyone (or, needless to say anything that might be coming through. She took large bites out of the sandwich in her hand. Judging by the way she's fidgeting, tapping her foot impatiently, one might be able to gather that she's waiting for someone.
Floor Eighty-Three
If it seemed too good to be true, it normally was. Kyoko knew that all too well (and in this place, who could expect anything less?) So it was with a certain amount of skepticism that she approached this floor, which had piles of clothes free for the taking. She almost passed it up entirely, but curiosity inevitably got the best of her and she found herself sifting through one of the many piles. Eventually she procured a jacket from it, experimentally slid a jacket on.
Whatever she might have been expecting, though, it certainly wasn't to find herself wearing what might have been a living animal. To feel organs pressing down on her, disgusting, slimey things beating and squirming, contracting and expanding and living off of her. It was as though another creature, unaware of it's own death, were trying to claim her body for it's own. She shrugged it off, tore it off, threw it away with perhaps more force than necessary.
She glared at it, as though expecting it to start moving of it's own accord. To crawl back onto her and finish the job it'd started. Of course, to look at it now, that was certainly impossible. It was just a jacket, a lump of fabric and thread, and that was perhaps the most unsettling thing of all.
Floor Eighty-One
Nearly twenty floors later, stumbling upon the lounge was a welcome change of pace and she was no in no hurry to leave it. She searched the room carefully, searching for anything out of the ordinary and finding nothing outside of the unusual decision to leave the windows bulging out. She couldn't look down for too long; it was unsettling to think about just how high this place went, how such a thing could even be possible.
Instead she left it behind, choosing to sprawl out on one of the couches. She popped chalky candy hearts into her mouth one after another and idly wondered how many floors were left to check out.
Floor Sixty-Three
It was unsettling to so suddenly find herself underwater; so much so that Kyoko nearly turned back and avoided the floor altogether. She couldn't swim and didn't particularly care for any of the new water-centric floors, but this one least of all. Still, she steeled her resolve and stepped down the stairs, wondering if it might not be something akin to the aquarium. There were enough fish for that.
Her attempts to touch the glass that normally been in place proved that theory. She drew her hand back as though it were on fire upon touching not glass, but water. Wasn't one floor with the magically floating shtick enough?
Floor Fifty-Four
The dolls looked so real. It was as though they could come to life at any second, completely like anything Kyoko had ever seen. No expense had been spared in crafting them, right down to the details on their outfits. So much so that Kyoko had to lift one up, listen to the sounds of plastic limbs and watch it's head loll to confirm that it was just a doll. She wondered what Mami would think of this floor. She seemed to be the kind of person to be into this sorta thing.
Setting it down, she decided it'd probably be better if nobody took interest in them. These things would probably spring to life and kill you, like something out of a crappy grade-B horror movie.
Kitchen
Much later in the day, Kyoko can be found in the kitchen, in front of the stove. The sweet smell of melted chocolate wafted through the room and anyone who cared to come over and look would find that she was stirring fondue. There's a bowl filled with fruits sitting on the counter next to her. A reward for all of her hard work, perhaps? Not like she's ever needed a reason to treat herself.
Setting: A bunch of new floors.
Format: Floor One Hundred, Eighty-Three, Eighty-One, Sixty-Three, Fifty-Four & Kitchen
Summary: Exploring the new floors! Also fondue.
Warnings: Some possibly squicky organ stuff on eighty-three, otherwise probably none?
Floor One Hundred
Kyoko stood at the top of the staircase, alternating between staring down into the seemingly-empty room below, the staircase below, and over her shoulder for anyone (or, needless to say anything that might be coming through. She took large bites out of the sandwich in her hand. Judging by the way she's fidgeting, tapping her foot impatiently, one might be able to gather that she's waiting for someone.
Floor Eighty-Three
If it seemed too good to be true, it normally was. Kyoko knew that all too well (and in this place, who could expect anything less?) So it was with a certain amount of skepticism that she approached this floor, which had piles of clothes free for the taking. She almost passed it up entirely, but curiosity inevitably got the best of her and she found herself sifting through one of the many piles. Eventually she procured a jacket from it, experimentally slid a jacket on.
Whatever she might have been expecting, though, it certainly wasn't to find herself wearing what might have been a living animal. To feel organs pressing down on her, disgusting, slimey things beating and squirming, contracting and expanding and living off of her. It was as though another creature, unaware of it's own death, were trying to claim her body for it's own. She shrugged it off, tore it off, threw it away with perhaps more force than necessary.
She glared at it, as though expecting it to start moving of it's own accord. To crawl back onto her and finish the job it'd started. Of course, to look at it now, that was certainly impossible. It was just a jacket, a lump of fabric and thread, and that was perhaps the most unsettling thing of all.
Floor Eighty-One
Nearly twenty floors later, stumbling upon the lounge was a welcome change of pace and she was no in no hurry to leave it. She searched the room carefully, searching for anything out of the ordinary and finding nothing outside of the unusual decision to leave the windows bulging out. She couldn't look down for too long; it was unsettling to think about just how high this place went, how such a thing could even be possible.
Instead she left it behind, choosing to sprawl out on one of the couches. She popped chalky candy hearts into her mouth one after another and idly wondered how many floors were left to check out.
Floor Sixty-Three
It was unsettling to so suddenly find herself underwater; so much so that Kyoko nearly turned back and avoided the floor altogether. She couldn't swim and didn't particularly care for any of the new water-centric floors, but this one least of all. Still, she steeled her resolve and stepped down the stairs, wondering if it might not be something akin to the aquarium. There were enough fish for that.
Her attempts to touch the glass that normally been in place proved that theory. She drew her hand back as though it were on fire upon touching not glass, but water. Wasn't one floor with the magically floating shtick enough?
Floor Fifty-Four
The dolls looked so real. It was as though they could come to life at any second, completely like anything Kyoko had ever seen. No expense had been spared in crafting them, right down to the details on their outfits. So much so that Kyoko had to lift one up, listen to the sounds of plastic limbs and watch it's head loll to confirm that it was just a doll. She wondered what Mami would think of this floor. She seemed to be the kind of person to be into this sorta thing.
Setting it down, she decided it'd probably be better if nobody took interest in them. These things would probably spring to life and kill you, like something out of a crappy grade-B horror movie.
Kitchen
Much later in the day, Kyoko can be found in the kitchen, in front of the stove. The sweet smell of melted chocolate wafted through the room and anyone who cared to come over and look would find that she was stirring fondue. There's a bowl filled with fruits sitting on the counter next to her. A reward for all of her hard work, perhaps? Not like she's ever needed a reason to treat herself.
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After all, even if they're different, they're the same. Kyoko is someone she can understand.]
'Course. Six months in this place is a walk in the park compared to fighting witches every day. [She offers a smug grin.] Well, not like that was ever even a challenge.
[She folds her arms.]
But you know, there's three graves bearing the name "Kyoko Sakura" right now. I don't plan on finding a fourth.
[Or being the fourth, obviously. Which is to say that she expects you to stick around, AUsis.]
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Probably the first. Unfortunate.
She nods and lets the smirk fall back into place.]
I ain't been here long enough to make a call, so I guess I have to take your word for it.
[Her eyebrow raises at the second comment. It didn't sound like a threat, so it had to be a compliment. It earns her alternate a scoff.]
As if.