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towerofanimus2013-02-14 09:04 pm
beknightedheroine) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-14 09:04 pm
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nineteenth staff ♞ compositions for a duet
Characters: Sayaka Miki, Princess Zelda, and also you.
Setting: PART ONE: Room 1-05 -> Room 1-09. PART TWO: Floor 78 -> pretty much any floor where you can think to look for hastily-acquired gifts (because guess whose perception of time is screwy and forgot it's a holiday)
Format: Starts prose, can be action.
Summary: A double parter! One is a closed post to Zelda backdated to the day of the Q&A, and the second is open to anybody and is during V-Day!
Warnings: In part one, copious amounts of fabulous Animus history discussion. In part two, Valentine's event is in effect - Sayaka's fallen under the sway of one of the silly love songs, Lovely Ladies to be specific. So, uh, warning for a roughly-15-something year old being supernaturally compelled to be a flirt. Additional warning for a ridiculous text wall of Sayaka reading too much into things
(sheet music - first half)
Sayaka had slipped away from the admins' little Q&A session shortly before it dispersed, aiming to avoid any crowding generated by people stumbling back to their dorms to sit in safety and sort out their thoughts. It gave her time to gather her (messy, by god they're messy, barely held together by staples, post its, scotch tape and prayer) notes of her own, and carefully fold them up into her neglected schoolbag.
She at least knew Zelda's name, they'd both been residing in the same damn doom tower for who-knows-how-long - so it's an easy thing to just stride down the halls of the dorms, muttering the room numbers under her breath as she reads who inhabits each.
When she finds the right room (1-09 - she almost laughed out loud at how close it was, how didn't she notice that before?!) Sayaka sits down beside the door, and attempts a deep, meditative contemplation of how ridiculously null white the walls here really were.
(She doesn't really succeed, and ends up fiddling with the frayed ends of the bow of her school uniform like five minutes later.)
(rushed performances - second half)
She'd first checked her mailbox on a whim, who knew when, to find two Grief Seeds and a note that had boiled down to hey, make sure you take care of yourself. That day she'd clutched the valuable little artifacts to her chest with an unreadable expression, because Kyoko - she just kept giving her things like this, didn't she? The apples, the Seeds, and even her life--
It was that last one that stuck in her gut and made her realize huh, so this is what I made Kyousuke feel like, and what an awful feeling to have.
It was when she checked her mailbox again (and found, in order of what she noticed: a bountiful layer of flowers on a bed of dried grass, a tiny box of handmade chocolates poking out underneath it all, and two handwritten notes) that Sayaka realized she could finally articulate what she'd been feeling that day:
You keep giving me these things, and I don't think I can take them.
It wasn't just Kyoko, really; people in the tower were so paradoxically giving that it made her want to scream at them stop, stop it right now before you empty yourself out into nothing. But it was Kyoko that was exemplary; it was Kyoko who'd done this even before they all started getting sucked into this terrible place. Didn't they get that people could get used up? Didn't they get that they shouldn't use themselves up on her?
But the last thing she wanted to do was keep ignoring it was happening until her personal debts piled up even more. So here's what Sayaka Miki set out to do, Valentine's Day morning: she sternly ate her chocolates as advised (and fully ignored the part about "don't think too hard about stupid stuff"), stuffed her pockets full of dried flowers, and went to scour the tower for something to give back. You couldn't just give something to someone and it end there: that balance would stay tilted. And the last thing she wanted someone else to do - like she had been about to do to herself, like she's done before here - was to pour themselves away into oblivion.
The unfortunate part of this entire situation is that she quickly encountered actual background music to her dramatic search attempts.
Setting: PART ONE: Room 1-05 -> Room 1-09. PART TWO: Floor 78 -> pretty much any floor where you can think to look for hastily-acquired gifts (because guess whose perception of time is screwy and forgot it's a holiday)
Format: Starts prose, can be action.
Summary: A double parter! One is a closed post to Zelda backdated to the day of the Q&A, and the second is open to anybody and is during V-Day!
Warnings: In part one, copious amounts of fabulous Animus history discussion. In part two, Valentine's event is in effect - Sayaka's fallen under the sway of one of the silly love songs, Lovely Ladies to be specific. So, uh, warning for a roughly-15-something year old being supernaturally compelled to be a flirt. Additional warning for a ridiculous text wall of Sayaka reading too much into things
(sheet music - first half)
Sayaka had slipped away from the admins' little Q&A session shortly before it dispersed, aiming to avoid any crowding generated by people stumbling back to their dorms to sit in safety and sort out their thoughts. It gave her time to gather her (messy, by god they're messy, barely held together by staples, post its, scotch tape and prayer) notes of her own, and carefully fold them up into her neglected schoolbag.
She at least knew Zelda's name, they'd both been residing in the same damn doom tower for who-knows-how-long - so it's an easy thing to just stride down the halls of the dorms, muttering the room numbers under her breath as she reads who inhabits each.
When she finds the right room (1-09 - she almost laughed out loud at how close it was, how didn't she notice that before?!) Sayaka sits down beside the door, and attempts a deep, meditative contemplation of how ridiculously null white the walls here really were.
(She doesn't really succeed, and ends up fiddling with the frayed ends of the bow of her school uniform like five minutes later.)
(rushed performances - second half)
She'd first checked her mailbox on a whim, who knew when, to find two Grief Seeds and a note that had boiled down to hey, make sure you take care of yourself. That day she'd clutched the valuable little artifacts to her chest with an unreadable expression, because Kyoko - she just kept giving her things like this, didn't she? The apples, the Seeds, and even her life--
It was that last one that stuck in her gut and made her realize huh, so this is what I made Kyousuke feel like, and what an awful feeling to have.
It was when she checked her mailbox again (and found, in order of what she noticed: a bountiful layer of flowers on a bed of dried grass, a tiny box of handmade chocolates poking out underneath it all, and two handwritten notes) that Sayaka realized she could finally articulate what she'd been feeling that day:
You keep giving me these things, and I don't think I can take them.
It wasn't just Kyoko, really; people in the tower were so paradoxically giving that it made her want to scream at them stop, stop it right now before you empty yourself out into nothing. But it was Kyoko that was exemplary; it was Kyoko who'd done this even before they all started getting sucked into this terrible place. Didn't they get that people could get used up? Didn't they get that they shouldn't use themselves up on her?
But the last thing she wanted to do was keep ignoring it was happening until her personal debts piled up even more. So here's what Sayaka Miki set out to do, Valentine's Day morning: she sternly ate her chocolates as advised (and fully ignored the part about "don't think too hard about stupid stuff"), stuffed her pockets full of dried flowers, and went to scour the tower for something to give back. You couldn't just give something to someone and it end there: that balance would stay tilted. And the last thing she wanted someone else to do - like she had been about to do to herself, like she's done before here - was to pour themselves away into oblivion.
The unfortunate part of this entire situation is that she quickly encountered actual background music to her dramatic search attempts.
no subject
Although he was normally a chipper kind of guy (or at least outwardly so) just one misstep in the Tower had stripped him of any desire to keep that facade up. At this point he was just doing what he could to avoid people so he wouldn't have to deal with the act anymore.
Still, there's only so much one can do, and when he spots Sayaka, he quickly decides to simply reverse his step, ready to head the opposite direction so that he can continue his respite.
Too bad the tape player chose right then to go off.
Instead, he finds himself walking up to her, a goofy grin plastered over his face once again. "Wow! For being such a creepy place, there's a lot of cute girls around here!"
Wait, what?
Floor 99 (crystals count as potential gifts, right?)
Enoch had broken from the stairs, wandering the damp cavern in a circle around the floor, thinking aloud.
"Their control, our positions, we don't die, because we're anchored..."
...Either he'd come to a conclusion or he was going insane, from the sound of things. But he was so wrapped up in this that he nearly bumped into Sayaka.
"I'm sorry..."
At least if he was going insane, he didn't sound it when snapped out of his fugue/reverie/funk/whatever-it-was...
floor sixty-two
"Yo, Sayaka." She moved one hand to grab the piece of pocky that was presently sticking out of her mouth and snapped off a piece of it. "Good to see you're still around." Her tone was teasing enough to suggest that it was nothing more than a joke, but Kyoko couldn't deny that there was a sense of relief in seeing her Puella Magi here. She didn't think about it until she saw them, forgot about it seconds later, but sometimes there would be a brief moment where it would occur to her that they could be there one day and gone the next, that a couple of them already been reduced to nothing more than a tombstone.
OVERDUE NOTE SHARING YEAAAH
(Goddesses, she knows she can't trust herself to remember things any more, not after Riki showed her what she would become if she remained a prisoner of this place for much longer.)
But soon there is nothing more she can think to write about, and she returns to her dorm to put her notes in the relative safekeeping of her trunk. Or rather, she would have, but she stops short upon seeing a certain blue-haired long time Tower resident resting at her door. Odd, she thinks before addressing the girl, her head canted slightly to the right.
"Can I help you?"
EXTRA OVERDUE NOW
Sayaka slowly clambers up and out of Zelda's way, needing to pause to stretch - man, she hadn't realized how little rest she must have gotten the night before, if that sleepy feeling had settled into her muscles this fast.
"You were taking notes back there, right? Saw you scribblin' something before I left."
Fashionably late, yes
"Yes, I have been attempting to keep a record of the sorts of things they tell us, in hopes of eventually piecing together the half-truths and riddles they hide behind." She tilts her head. "Do you wish to look at them?"
/flips hair fashionably
careful, Sayaka, get any more dramatic with that hair flipping and you'll turn into Homura
"That is a deal I am willing to make, yes," she agrees, a faint trace of amusement in her smile. Opening her dorm door, she gestures for Sayaka to go inside. "Come in. ... Sayaka, is it?"
a risk she is perfectly willing to take >V
Sayaka zooms inside as soon as she's waved in, glancing around for a significant enough open surface to spread her mess of notes across - there's at least one properly made up bed, perfect. She lays her bag down on it, and carefully retrieves the paper patchwork abomination.
"Yeah, that's me. Sayaka Miki, professional thorn-in-sides at your service! You think whoever owns this bed would mind if I use it as a table for a bit?"
brave soul - also just pretend her notes are actually filled out, been too lazy to do them orz
"If she does, I will make certain to explain that it was for a good cause," she says, moving to the opposite side of the bed and placing her own (noticeably neater) stack of notes across from Sayaka's. "Where would you like to begin?"
HI ROOMIE :D 1-05
[OOC: Do you want to assume that they already know each other or not?]
no subject
His eyes lit up for a moment, both arms jutting above his head in tandum. He wove them back and forth, even though the distance between them had to be no more than a yard or two.
"OOOOOI! HEY HEY HEY! YOU THERE!"
His shrill and impatient voice echoed through the tower floor, piercing even his own ears as he winced in realization that perhaps maybe that was a tad toooo loud.
"Ah tatata~! That was really loud! Why would the walls do that??"