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towerofanimus2013-02-14 10:51 am
altitonant_emperor) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-14 10:51 am
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OO7 >> Valentines's Day is not a holiday he cares for alright
Characters: Hidetoshi, and EVERYONE IN THE TOWER! Open to visiting String!characters as well. If you want to interact with him during your stay, this is the place to do it.
Setting: Various (floors 81, 1, 74 and 100) set throughout the week, including the three-day event.
Format: Stating with actionspam but whatever you chose to respond with is fine.
Summary: Hidetoshi is unaffected by the event, and more concerned with his own affairs and the new factor of the batch of newcomers that had no collars, sent with a mission by someone named Philemon than the minor issue of who's hooking up with/harassing who under the influence of the administration's experiment.
Warnings: Nothing so far, but I will add a warning accordingly if that changes.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR EIGHTY-ONE ]
[ It's an excellent thing that Hidetoshi has never had any issues with heights as long as there is some stable barrier between him and the fall, because he's seated on the carpet near the portion of the floor that bulges out. Outside the windows, there's only the stars visible and the stratosphere, and dizzyingly far below, the clouds and the world fogged over in a gray haze that conceals any hint of the geography or land masses. The teenager doesn't have a stack of books from the library with him for once: he only has two or three volumes with him to read and they seem to be on... irish mythology? Oh, and one book on more obscure greco-roman mythos. The parcel of notes he had taken during the administration's Q&A session are piled beside him.
He's got a mug of coffee from the cafeteria however. Curse his older self for having developed a taste for it.
The newest of the assorted lounge is pleasantly quiet. Go ahead and disrupt that quiet if you want to. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR ONE HUNDRED ]
[ —It's a classroom, that what this floor has selected to taunt him with. Quite a nice one too, swept clean of any debris or dust and a well-stocked bookshelf on one side of the blackboard and a billboard with papers stapled to it set on the other side, a projector placed on top of it. There's a big screen television in the corner, the screen itself blank and black. Various student council projects, ones he already recalls having seen finished, are laid out on the tables arranged in a U formation. The folding chairs are empty of students, and the sunlight coming through the windows can deceive you into thinking it's a warm summer evening, heavy and still with heat.
It seems dusty and empty in here, like nobody's been around for awhile.
The clock on the wall ticks quietly.
Hidetoshi stands by the window, careful to touch none of the holograms and staring blankly at the illusion of school grounds that can be seen outside of it, and beyond the gates, the city of Tatsumi Port. He seems more annoyed than anything. ]
... Tch.
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR SEVENTY-FOUR ]
[ The teenager walked cautiously, bathed in the cavernous darkness of this floor and the shimmering blue glow rippling through it, listening to the murmur of clear water running over stone and dripping from stalagmites, and kept close to the entrance, in no mood to have to run away from the lurking monsters again. The reaches of the giant, vaulted chamber were nowhere near silent; what was heard was the noises of creatures that crept and crawled and slunk and hunted and dwelt within its darkness, and the sound of Hidetoshi's footsteps crunching on the slippery sands, and the echoing of noise through winding tunnels. His aimless exploration of the newly added on levels had brought him here.
It's pretty to look at, if nothing else. He can appreciate the beauty even if the beauty was just an another illusion.
The walls echoed with the sound of underground. ]
Setting: Various (floors 81, 1, 74 and 100) set throughout the week, including the three-day event.
Format: Stating with actionspam but whatever you chose to respond with is fine.
Summary: Hidetoshi is unaffected by the event, and more concerned with his own affairs and the new factor of the batch of newcomers that had no collars, sent with a mission by someone named Philemon than the minor issue of who's hooking up with/harassing who under the influence of the administration's experiment.
Warnings: Nothing so far, but I will add a warning accordingly if that changes.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR EIGHTY-ONE ]
[ It's an excellent thing that Hidetoshi has never had any issues with heights as long as there is some stable barrier between him and the fall, because he's seated on the carpet near the portion of the floor that bulges out. Outside the windows, there's only the stars visible and the stratosphere, and dizzyingly far below, the clouds and the world fogged over in a gray haze that conceals any hint of the geography or land masses. The teenager doesn't have a stack of books from the library with him for once: he only has two or three volumes with him to read and they seem to be on... irish mythology? Oh, and one book on more obscure greco-roman mythos. The parcel of notes he had taken during the administration's Q&A session are piled beside him.
He's got a mug of coffee from the cafeteria however. Curse his older self for having developed a taste for it.
The newest of the assorted lounge is pleasantly quiet. Go ahead and disrupt that quiet if you want to. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR ONE HUNDRED ]
[ —It's a classroom, that what this floor has selected to taunt him with. Quite a nice one too, swept clean of any debris or dust and a well-stocked bookshelf on one side of the blackboard and a billboard with papers stapled to it set on the other side, a projector placed on top of it. There's a big screen television in the corner, the screen itself blank and black. Various student council projects, ones he already recalls having seen finished, are laid out on the tables arranged in a U formation. The folding chairs are empty of students, and the sunlight coming through the windows can deceive you into thinking it's a warm summer evening, heavy and still with heat.
It seems dusty and empty in here, like nobody's been around for awhile.
The clock on the wall ticks quietly.
Hidetoshi stands by the window, careful to touch none of the holograms and staring blankly at the illusion of school grounds that can be seen outside of it, and beyond the gates, the city of Tatsumi Port. He seems more annoyed than anything. ]
... Tch.
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR SEVENTY-FOUR ]
[ The teenager walked cautiously, bathed in the cavernous darkness of this floor and the shimmering blue glow rippling through it, listening to the murmur of clear water running over stone and dripping from stalagmites, and kept close to the entrance, in no mood to have to run away from the lurking monsters again. The reaches of the giant, vaulted chamber were nowhere near silent; what was heard was the noises of creatures that crept and crawled and slunk and hunted and dwelt within its darkness, and the sound of Hidetoshi's footsteps crunching on the slippery sands, and the echoing of noise through winding tunnels. His aimless exploration of the newly added on levels had brought him here.
It's pretty to look at, if nothing else. He can appreciate the beauty even if the beauty was just an another illusion.
The walls echoed with the sound of underground. ]
Re: floor 81
floor 81
[He chuckles.]
Oh right... If something is bothering you, Lancer-san, I am just as willing to help you as I am him. [He didn't have much to offer as help, but the gesture was there.]
Re: floor 81
[He sounds as cocky as ever. Any issues he had, he could just ignore until they naturally went away. Time was the only therapist he needed.]
If anything bothers me, I'll just kick its ass.
floor 81
[u ar an idiot.
Wouldn't be nice if time truly healed all wounds, and you could punch away all your issues. He seemed skeptical of this coping method, but not voicing that doubt. The cockiness is recognizable but maybe justified.]
You really think so?
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floor 81
[Like your ~issues~]
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Of course. I might get a drink or smoke or two to help out. Can't go into battle without the right weapons.
floor 81
Strange armory you got there for that.
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floor 81
[Trails off a bit at the end.]
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I am not enabling your possible future, horrible fashion chances, thank you very much.
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Wearing tacky Hawaiian shirts with bright floral patterns is not the solution to that.
Re: floor 81
[He can get someone else to make him the shirt. Then he'll have an ensemble.]
floor 81
[Hidetoshi will quietly get rid of them before you progress to the ensemble and tights as well. As a friend.]
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floor 81
Excuse me, jealous?!
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floor 81
There is no way you can be serious.]
I really hope you're joking.
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[Because he likes trolling people.]
floor 81
[An offense to fashion. Lancer's fashion sense can't be that terrible; he refused to accept it.]
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[Neither had he been born in Japan.]
floor 81
[He knows. Remember the book on which mythology he was just reading?]
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