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towerofanimus2013-02-08 05:03 pm
Entry tags:
- *event,
- [au1] emmett brown,
- [au1] ishtar,
- [au2] john egbert,
- [au3] riku,
- [au6] terra,
- [ou] data,
- [ou] ganondorf dragmire,
- [ou] hagire rinichiro,
- [ou] koromaru,
- [ou] lancer (zero),
- [ou] minato arisato,
- [ou] naoto shirogane,
- [ou] nesir aeser,
- [ou] riku replica,
- [ou] romeo,
- [ou] ryoji mochizuki,
- [ou] sephiroth,
- [ou] shion,
- [ou] suzaku kururugi,
- [ou] taiki,
- [ou] wriggle nightbug,
- [ou] yu narukami
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
Notes: PLEASE GO HERE TO MAKE NEW POSTS.
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.
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
Notes: PLEASE GO HERE TO MAKE NEW POSTS.
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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So one day I did be fine and then without having no warning, I did no be having a thumb, and they did be taking things from inside me. Just like that, they did be gone.
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They... take parts of you? That's... Thanks for the warning...
[She's still not entirely recovered from the tale.]
So then... you only have one thumb?
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They do be from something that did be happening before I did be coming here, but for the rest... I did be dying and when I did be waking up my thumb did be back, when I did be arriving here a girl did be cutting off my hand, and that did be coming back as well. And I did be losing an eye and a leg and they did be coming back too.
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So what then? People just go around cutting off each others limbs all day? Like some kinda crazy circus act?
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God...
[This place is going to be worse than she thought.]
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Yeah, I'm pretty good at it.
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Yeah. It'd suck otherwise. Can you fight?
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A warrior, huh? You look kinda young to be a warrior.
[She doesn't doubt that she is, but it seems a little strange for someone so young to be a warrior.]
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Cool. So, what kinda warrior are you anyway?
[There's no way this girl is old enough to be training for the army or anything like that.]
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Um... magic? Protect them from what?
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"We do be protecting them from anything that do be wanting to harm them, and working together as a pair to be fighting evil."
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Sounds pretty cool. Where exactly are you from?
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So, how long've you been training?
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[There is no trace of taunting or rudeness in her voice. Just honest speculation.
Heather entered Silent Hill and fought her way through it with no prior training, or knowledge of the situation for that matter. She hadn't gotten through it without a bit of trouble though and would have preferred some combat training. But three years seems a bit excessive in her inexperienced mind.]
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What kinda stuff'd they teach?
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