伏見 猿比古 (Fushimi Saruhiko) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2013-02-16 02:23 pm
knifeinthe) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-16 02:23 pm
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001: Got my heartbeat waiting. [Open]
Characters: Fushimi, Mihli and you!
Setting: Backdated to February 15th; Floor 1, Floor 4, and Floor 10.
Format: Opening with action, but I'll match whatever you might tag with!
Summary: Fushimi's new and scouring about the tower for information and anyone he might recognize. Comes with optional bonus event flavor: "#1 Crush". Plus a closed encounter with Mihli for additional violent event shenanigans and awful first impressions.
Warnings: Under the effect of "#1 Crush" it's possible that Fushimi is going get violent and, uh, sharp after a point. Because you should look only at him, after all. And in their thread, Fushimi and Mihli will be under the effects of "Howl" which will also probably end up going down a similar route.
[Scenario one: Floor 1, open.]
[Today, Fushimi situates himself to a corner of Floor 1. His expression is as bored as it usually is, but there's a faint tightness to it--he really would rather not deal with anyone right now. But, of course, the odds of finding someone familiar would be greater here. Because, supposing that the world actually was destroyed on such vague terms, surely he couldn't be the only one to end up in this place.
Surely.
Either way, lookout duty is getting boring and frustrating, fast.]
'Tch, he's not here, is he...
[Scenario two: Floor 4, #1 Crush, open.]
[So there is an outside.
Fushimi doesn't know what to do with this information. It's as bad as the slow days of work, that left everyone with nothing to do. Possibly even worse, if what he had heard was to be believed. Was he expected to just live from day to day, as the Tower did as it pleased? How stupid. His own world was already irritating enough, he didn't need this on top of that.
As Fushimi plops down on a sofa with a drawn-out sigh, tired and frustrated at the information he has and hasn't received, a heart-shaped recorder forces itself out from between the cushions and proceeds to jab him in the hip.
When he reaches down to pry it away, it switches on.]
[Closed scenario: Floor 10, Howl, with Mihli.]
[By this point, Fushimi is damning the number of floors the tower has. At least this floor is a little fascinating, if nothing else. Just a little. It doesn't help ease the concerns he's kept quiet, though. As Fushimi eyes the aquarium, something shoots out of the water and on to the floor. A heart-shaped recorder, dripping wet, skids to a stop at the other end of the room.]
What-?
[It starts to play.]
Setting: Backdated to February 15th; Floor 1, Floor 4, and Floor 10.
Format: Opening with action, but I'll match whatever you might tag with!
Summary: Fushimi's new and scouring about the tower for information and anyone he might recognize. Comes with optional bonus event flavor: "#1 Crush". Plus a closed encounter with Mihli for additional violent event shenanigans and awful first impressions.
Warnings: Under the effect of "#1 Crush" it's possible that Fushimi is going get violent and, uh, sharp after a point. Because you should look only at him, after all. And in their thread, Fushimi and Mihli will be under the effects of "Howl" which will also probably end up going down a similar route.
[Scenario one: Floor 1, open.]
[Today, Fushimi situates himself to a corner of Floor 1. His expression is as bored as it usually is, but there's a faint tightness to it--he really would rather not deal with anyone right now. But, of course, the odds of finding someone familiar would be greater here. Because, supposing that the world actually was destroyed on such vague terms, surely he couldn't be the only one to end up in this place.
Surely.
Either way, lookout duty is getting boring and frustrating, fast.]
'Tch, he's not here, is he...
[Scenario two: Floor 4, #1 Crush, open.]
[So there is an outside.
Fushimi doesn't know what to do with this information. It's as bad as the slow days of work, that left everyone with nothing to do. Possibly even worse, if what he had heard was to be believed. Was he expected to just live from day to day, as the Tower did as it pleased? How stupid. His own world was already irritating enough, he didn't need this on top of that.
As Fushimi plops down on a sofa with a drawn-out sigh, tired and frustrated at the information he has and hasn't received, a heart-shaped recorder forces itself out from between the cushions and proceeds to jab him in the hip.
When he reaches down to pry it away, it switches on.]
[Closed scenario: Floor 10, Howl, with Mihli.]
[By this point, Fushimi is damning the number of floors the tower has. At least this floor is a little fascinating, if nothing else. Just a little. It doesn't help ease the concerns he's kept quiet, though. As Fushimi eyes the aquarium, something shoots out of the water and on to the floor. A heart-shaped recorder, dripping wet, skids to a stop at the other end of the room.]
What-?
[It starts to play.]
no subject
And then he laughs again.]
To protect me, was it? Ahh, you're too kind.
[The blue aura flares up in Fushimi's fist as he quickly twists and lashes out at Mihli in return. An eye for an eye, after all.]
no subject
In such close proximity and with her shield arm stretched out of reliable blocking ranges, she only really has access to her club as a means of defense - fortunate given it's made of sturdier stuff than the shield to begin with. Not exactly wanting to know what that flame will do to her jaw, Mihli brings her club up to block the incoming blow, and is surprised to feel the impact of such a hook capable of blowing her straight back out of melee range.
Without skipping a beat, she digs into the ground, kicking herself back into the fray with Fushimi as her club blurs with movement, arcing downwards for his face while she attempts to set a foot between his legs so that she can attempt a followup shoulder-check to knock him off balance.]