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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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"Do not worry. I will not allow you to die. And I do not expect anything in return. I am merely helping because I want to. Now, please hold your breath for a moment. I am going into the water."
If Kyoko let chaos carry her, he would hop into the water, and, using the hand closest Kyoko's head, froze the water around it, creating a small helmet of sorts. It was chilly, but it should keep any water out, provided Kyoko held onto it. It was a bit loose at the bottom.
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"This is...?" She blinked. She sort of got it. Maybe. It was weird and definitely not what she'd been expecting, but that still.
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Whenever he encountered a deadly fish that got a bit too close to his liking, he would snap his fingers and send a beam of energy at them, scaring them off.
chaos kept on swimming until they got up to the beach on floor sixty-two. When they got to wading levels, chaos put Kyoko down and took off the makeshift helmet he made.
"Are you alright? I am sorry if the swim was a bit bumpy. There are quite a few animals in there."
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"It's fine. I've had worse." She gave up on wringing up after a few moments, instead unzipping it and shrugging it off. She then flapped a few times it trying to shake off some of the excess water. There was a moment of silence before she added, somewhat begrudgingly, "Uh...thanks, I guess."
She wasn't the type to show exemplary manners, but he at least deserved that much. He had gotten her to the other side without getting her killed, after all. That was more than she could would have expected from most of the people she knew, much less a complete stranger.
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"I can imagine that you have. However, I would still like to apologize for a bumpy ride."
If Kyoko would let him, chaos would put a hand on her shoulder. If he was allowed to keep it there, he would use his powers to warm up her body before removing his hand.
"Don't mention it. We all need a little help sometimes. I am just glad that I could help."
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"Oi...Just what kind of magic are you using?"
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"My own. What sort of magic can you use?"
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"My own. Same as you."
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"I see. There are quite a few magic users in this place. It is always interesting to encounter them."
He then nodded again.
"If you are alright now, I shall be off."
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She shrugged and, without waiting for a response, turned to leave. She held one hand up in a bit of a wave as she walked.
"Well, later then. Maybe I'll see you around."
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"Hopefully I shall. Good luck exploring. If you need my help with anything, do not hesitate to ask."
And he would start to walk back in the water again.