towerofanimus | Ad Visitatores

Ad Visitatores

Characters: anyone participating in the event
Setting: floor 56 and eventually other areas of the Tower
Format: either
Summary: Welcome to the Tower.
Warnings: horror/creepiness/potential danger/generally unfortunate things all possible
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A few minutes before anything happens, Ruana's voice rings out over the Tower's intercom--it manages to be louder than anything the residents happen to be doing. "Hey, everyone, there's something exciting going on at floor fifty-six! Go make sure they don't get themselves killed!"

You arrive, stepping or tumbling, in a surgical suite. It looks abandoned, with dust collecting on the table and floors. The lights flicker, and for a moment blood dripping off the table, puddling on the floor--but no, the lights are back, and surely that was your imagination. It's quiet, eerily so, but nothing hinders you, and you're free to spread out and explore. There are multiple rooms here, like in any hospital, and it's all a bit confusing. Occasionally the lights flicker, and it's a bit frightening as Things appear that shouldn't exist. Shadowy creatures stitched together and reaching for you, doctors brandishing phantom surgical tools, blood splattering the walls or floor or ceiling, how did it get there--but none are real, and all of them vanish when the lights return. Eventually you find the staircase, spiraling up and down into darkness. Approach it, though, and the thing glitters with a barrier that will push back any attempts at climbing the thing.

A girl, a teenager dressed in red and black, appears. And she does simply appear, inserting herself into the space, nearly pushing it aside to make room in it for where she is now. Her face beams with unconcealed excitement, and her words tumble out on top of themselves. "You can't go there! Yet, I mean. You'd all die!"

The girl steps onto the staircase, passing through the barrier as if it weren't there, and sits on the steps to address everyone. "Hi! I'm Ruana. You didn't show up the normal way, so the Tower can't support you yet. We got this one floor ready when I saw you were coming but, well, the Tower's kind've big, so getting all of them set up is taking a little longer than I thought." She smiles, sheepishly apologetic in a carefree sort of way. "I've got everyone coming here to visit you--or at least they know they can visit you--and I'll have someone bring food up for you. It'll be oatmeal, and oatmeal is super boring, but you have to eat it, okay? Then you can have whatever you want! The cafeteria's down on the first floor if you get hungry. We should have everything ready in a few hours. I've gotta go help with that, so you guys wait here.

"Don't worry, the monsters can't get to this floor as long as that barrier is up."

And then she's gone, blinking out of existence. The barrier will remain for three hours.

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[Kazuya laughed as he was pushed away, the noise muffled by Adachi's hand, before ducking under it slightly and pushing away from the table. He was now standing a bit aways from Adachi - finally out of your personal space!]

I'm just messin' with you. No need to get so wound up.

[He can smell it after all. No. Really. All this confusion and mild nervousness in the room was pinging his demonic hunger. They fed off of negative emotions, after all]

Edited 2013-02-12 12:04 (UTC)

[Nope, Kazuya isn't earning any brownie points, even when he finally gets out of Adachi's personal bubble. With a sigh, Adachi leaned back onto his chair.]

Thing is, I don't know anybody who would take being called an asshole too well.

[And most people might have given in to that temptation to smash a plate over the kid's head. As far as Adachi knew, he was just another annoying teenager.]

If I called my partner from work that, well...I'd actually be in this weird hospital for a real reason.

It takes a special person...

[Kazuya adopted an airy tone, pressing a hand against his chest as he sighed wistfully. He dropped his hand after a moment though, scooting dangerously close into Adachi's personal space again]

You're not taking it that personally, are you? I call my cousin an asshole all the time because he is one.

[Pause]

Fine, fine, sorry for offending you, or whatever.

[Huh. Adachi wasn't expecting an apology.]

Yeah, Dojima-san isn't really that kind of special. [Well, he was special in another way, like always pissing off nurses, like not helping Adachi's headaches at all special.

As Kazuya drew near, Adachi leaned back on reflex.]

No, it's fine. [Cue a nervous laugh, because, nope, he was just called an asshole.] You just...surprised me? Normally people don't just go around calling people assholes. [A sigh. He'd been called many things. Lazy, dim-witted, loose-tongued, and absent-minded, but an asshole? Usually only women he liked called him that.]

Guess it doesn't help that people don't do that to cops? [A quick glance over to Kazuya.] But is that really how you greet people?

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You're a cop?

[Kazuya tilted his head, looking Adachi up and down a bit more. Oh, hrm, he guessed he looked like a policeman officer whatever. Although Kazuya knew police were just ordinary men. He remembered seeing police who sacrificed themselves to protect people from demons in the lockdown... but he also remembered seeing selfish policemen take advantage of the situation as well. Those were the worst]

And sometimes. Sometimes I jump on them. Sometimes I make them an accessory to crime.

[His teleporting powers being on the fritz meant that he did indeed land on people at inopportune moments, and a few people took up his offer of cheating at betting during the Persona Tournament - it was good to have a demon subject that could look into the future]

So I guess, in the grand scheme of things, it was good I just called you an asshole, huh?

[Yep, corrupt cops sure are horrible! Luckily, Adachi would totally do something stupid and sacrifice himself for-- Check that, nope, he has nobody to sacrifice himself for, and even if he did, fuck that sort of attachment. What's the point in doing all that stuff? Where was the reward in it? Come on, the corrupt cops had to have the most fun out of anyone. Who really believes in justice anymore, especially the self sacrificing kind? That was reserved for cops like Dojima, and there weren't too many like him nowadays.

It's more fulfilling to manipulate a kid into ruining everything he spent his entire year on, anyhow, plus get it on tape. Nothing else could give that thrill, nothing else could make him so sickeningly giddy. And that's why the second to last sentence Kazuya said would've changed his opinion, but noope, the kid had to keep on talking.]

Huh? [But, if he didn't know any better, he'd think the kid is implying something, what with his smile...] I don't think it works that way?

[He glanced down at his oatmeal.] ...Oh, if you're talking about us meeting, I forgot to introduce myself. [Because, you know, being called an asshole is pretty distracting.] I'm Adachi. [But it looks like he just introduced himself to his oatmeal for a second...before awkwardly offering his hand.]

Edited 2013-02-20 06:53 (UTC)

[Hm, the word 'asshole' seemed to get under this Adachi's skin. Kazuya tilted his head to the side, watching his outstretched hand like it was a fascinating creature, his nostrils flaring a bit like he was taking in the man's scent. Creepy.]

I'm the Demon King, Kazuya. Or Kaz. Kazu. Kazzy. Take your pick.

[And then he finally grabs Adachi's hand, pumping it vigorously and holding it very strongly. Demonic strength goooo~]

[Whaaaat. Adachi froze under Kazuya's stare, his fingers twitching. Okay, what the hell was with that? He made an incomprehensible noise before the next came out in a garbled mess.]

The wha-- [And then Kazuya grabbed his hand.] Ow! [YEAH, OKAY, HE DIDN'T NEED THAT HAND FOR ANYTHING. Yep, he doesn't even shake back because what is with this kid.] The wh-what king?!

[LET GO LET GO LET GO YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK HIS HAND. Adachi tries to pull away to signal the handshake is done and he'd like to use that hand again.]

[Okay. This reaction was pretty fucking hilarious.

Kazuya released Adachi's poor hand to waggle his fingers at the cop in a mockingly coy manner, a shit-eating grin in place. Although, his red eyes had a very eerie glow to them now, and his canines looked a bit sharper...]

The Demon King. King of Bel. The Big Bad. The Final Boss! Am I making this any clearer for you?

[SORRY THAT ADACHI ISN'T ONE OF YOUR TYPICAL JRPG HEROES. OR, YOU KNOW, A HERO AT ALL.

Because, honestly, he was leaning back again as he brought his fingers back to...no, he was pretty sure no place was safe when concerning this kid. ...Maybe he should stop calling a demon a kid in his head?]

The big bad final boss? [However, when he puts it like that? Nope, that talk just downgraded him back to a little kid, because Adachi can't repeat that with a straight look on his face.] Right, I guess I'll play along... [Yep, downgraded to a little kid playing pretend in five seconds flat. Although, why he would in a place like this? Yeah, it was one thing to get away with a lie, but this?]

So, being the demon king... [He really can't say that in a serious tone.] What's it like?

[Aw what? What happened to that delicious nervousness and anxiety from earlier?! Kazuya's more demonic side hissed in displeasure at the loss of negative emotions - he is a psychic vampire, after all - and he pressed his lips into an unhappy line, eyebrows furrowing together]

Well, how'd you think? It's like shepherding a herd of cats. Demons are anarchists, even with a King, so half of the time they just do whatever. I feel like I got ripped off fucking Naoya...

[Don't say the words "big bad" and "final boss" when describing yourself to an adult, let alone a detective.

There's always the negativity that Adachi has in general, though, if it's any consolation. Is skepticism delicious? How about Adachi's sickening amusement in general?]

Well, I had the vague feeling it would be a useless title, but it never hurts to ask, right? [Oh yes he did.] Besides, it's not like I know much about that stuff. You know, other than old stories and stuff? There's that line between real life and make believe, right?

...

[what.

Oh.

Oh you did not just say that quuuurl!]

Useless title and make believe...?

[GROOOOOOOOOOOOWL! No, seriously, a real growl better suited to a tiger than a young teenager rumbled in the back of his throat]

You know, disrespect like that can be classed as treason. You don't have to believe me, but saying I'm made up or useless is a bit hurtful, don't you think?

[Oh no, he broke the illusion! Oh, what ever should he--]

[Oh. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh. Shit.]

T-Treason?

[HE DONE FUCKED UP NOW]

He-Hey, you're getting me wrong!

[THAT KID JUST MADE A SOUND HE SHOULDN'T HAVE WHAT THE HELL

BACKPEDALING ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY]

I wasn't... [Right, he's putting some space between them because he's pretty sure his heart just broke his ribcage.] Calling you that?

I mean, obviously you're not made up! You're standing in front of me, right? [Yeah, it's...maybe he should get out of here.]

[Suddenly Kazuya's expression changed - flipping from anger to something a bit more... predatory, tilting his head up slightly as he inhaled deeply. Oh. Those negative emotions were back in full force...

...no! No, no. Kazuya. No. You are more than demonic instincts]

Hrm...

[Kazuya settled his hands on his hips, turning his head away with a loud sniff. He really hit the jackpot with this guy]

I'm still hurt about the useless thing. That was just mean. But, I may forgive you, if you do something for me...

[AGAIN, HE'S NOT A JRPG HERO USED TO THINGS LIKE THIS

Adachi definitely wasn't used to the feeling of his heart clenching up in his chest or kids-- Okay, any of this. Did it bare repeating? Stuff like this was one of the reasons he wanted to legally carry a gun, to eliminate any sort of fear or lack of control.]

Yeah, I guess that came off wrong...

[Wait, he had to do something now? What a pain. He held back a sigh. Great, he was negotiating with a kid...] A favor?

[Though, the kid did say he sometimes made people accessories to his crimes?] Like what? I doubt there's much I can do here, and who knows how long it's gonna be.

You have to be my minion!

[Kazuya seemed to be in brighter spirits now. He had his demon minions, but only four came with him to Hinoto-Ri, and Atsuro was a friend-minion, so he technically didn't count. Having a grown up minion would make life easier for him - how, he wasn't sure yet, but he'd think a funny use for him once they're out of horror tower]

...Your what?

[Fffffuuuuckkkkkk yooouuuuuuuuu. ISN'T THAT LIKE. TOO SOON? Isn't that the opener to a joke or something? THEY JUST MET. How can he be Kazuya's minion when all he knows about Kaz is that he has a weird growl and might actually maybe not be lying about being a demon? Might actually maybe

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy--]

My. Min. Ion.

[Kazuya says it sloooooooooooooowly. Pfft, that face though, Kazuya could barely keep the laughter in]

It'd be great, c'mon. I'll call you in when I wanna do stuff that require an adult, and you'll get perks of being under my protection. No one wants to mess with a Demon King after all.

Well...

[Meanwhile, Adachi is pondering his options.

What a pain... If the kid isn't pulling his leg, though, that 'flee flee GET THE HELL OUT' feeling would always loom over his head. How ironic, though, that he would be the one getting called instead. He'd been planning on calling Yu on his own time to mess with him. How funny, since that had been, what, five days ago?]

It depends. [Minion. Adachi. A minion.] Is there any way you could show me what you can do?

[OH OH SHIT SPECIFY FURTHER] ...Not on me, of course! It would be stupid of me to blindly agree, right? So, before I even make a decision, could you show me something only a Demon King can do? [He may as well get something entertaining out of this.]

[Hm, that was fair - although tricky. Considering their surroundings, Kazuya had no idea how it would affect his powers, and he was still feeling a bit...off. Unwell. Urgh, why did it take so long to digest demons...]

Only a Demon King can do, huh? Hm, that's kiiiiinda tricky. I mean, I can cast magic, teleport, or summon my demonic minions, amongst other things. Which do you wanna see?

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Ad Visitatores

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I'd appreciate it if Opera didn't self-destruct and eat my tags.

DW is eating tags in general since some have been eaten too :C

five years later

my long wait is over...!!

AT LONG LAST

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why am I tagging at 9 am :I

i don't know you are a masochist

JUST LIKE ADACHI, APPARENTLY 1/23423589

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3/I don't know

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I love how I get notifs five years later

you live in a time vortext it seems

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it's like a job interview, isn't it?

some horrible job interview from hell

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i couldn't resist