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towerofanimus2013-03-01 11:25 am
looselips) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-01 11:25 am
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Characters: Shinji Matou & OPEN
Setting: Various floors, dangerous and otherwise, then Room 2-06.
Format: Action preferred, though I'll try to match.
Summary: Rider is gone, and Shinji isn't taking it well.
Warnings: Descriptions of a child's death-by-drowning in Part 2.
Notes: Part 2 takes place the day following Part 1, and is open to both passersby and roommates alike. If tag you into Part 1 without specifying a floor, I'll pick one myself; the only one that is really off limits is Floor 90, for reasons.
part 1 - various floors
[Shinji knows when Rider is gone, of course. He just doesn't accept it. He isn't the most rational, measured person at the best of times, and his circumstances now are obviously not optimal. So, rather than trying to quietly come to terms with her departure, he goes to look for her. He'll find wherever she has run off to sooner or later, he thinks, as though she's still somewhere in the Tower where he can yap at her until she pays attention to him.]
Rider! [He waits briefly, standing in the dormitory hallway. When there's no reply, he calls out again, louder and more agitated now.] Rider!
[And he keeps shouting for her as he stomps around the Tower, his voice growing increasingly demanding as he becomes increasingly desperate. He can be heard calling for her in all sorts of places, since while he starts with floors he is more familiar with and ones that are relatively safe, he soon begins to venture places an unattended eight-year-old really should not be. Mostly, he sticks to floors he thinks or knows would attract Rider—ones with water, or treasure, or that inexplicably smoky barroom—paying no heed to the way he is tiring himself out with all this searching.]
part 2 - room 2-06
[As it turns out, ten minutes is the perfect amount of time for reliving the way you died.]
[The lagoon had been a natural place to check. No one can blame him for going there. It isn't his fault, anyway—the blame lies on Rider, for leaving him in the first place, and those things lurking in the water, those things that had grabbed him before he even had a chance to scream. He can remember the feeling of their strong, wet hands wrapped tight around his wrists and ankles, and the way it felt to thrash as he tried to struggle free of them. But, more than that, he can remember the way it felt when he couldn't free himself. The panicked fear of death, the way water poured into his mouth and down his throat when his lungs desperately tried to suck down air...]
[His legs tremble when he is finally able to move again, but he makes himself stand regardless.]
[He can't take it anymore. As if losing to that pathetic no-name weakling wasn't enough, as if dying wasn't enough, as if being brought to this place only to have everything that made him special taken away from him wasn't enough, now he has been killed, again, by mermaids.]
[He doesn't even care that he's throwing what is undeniably a childish tantrum when he shoves his trunk over. He doesn't care that doing this might break something inside. What did it matter? He died, and now on top of being dead he's alone here, all because his stupid, selfish Servant went and abandoned him. He picks up an upturned item at random, paying no attention to what it is, and throws it at the nearest wall.]
[Unless stopped, he'll be at this until he calms down or tires himself out, and tiring himself out is probably the option that will come first.]
Setting: Various floors, dangerous and otherwise, then Room 2-06.
Format: Action preferred, though I'll try to match.
Summary: Rider is gone, and Shinji isn't taking it well.
Warnings: Descriptions of a child's death-by-drowning in Part 2.
Notes: Part 2 takes place the day following Part 1, and is open to both passersby and roommates alike. If tag you into Part 1 without specifying a floor, I'll pick one myself; the only one that is really off limits is Floor 90, for reasons.
part 1 - various floors
[Shinji knows when Rider is gone, of course. He just doesn't accept it. He isn't the most rational, measured person at the best of times, and his circumstances now are obviously not optimal. So, rather than trying to quietly come to terms with her departure, he goes to look for her. He'll find wherever she has run off to sooner or later, he thinks, as though she's still somewhere in the Tower where he can yap at her until she pays attention to him.]
Rider! [He waits briefly, standing in the dormitory hallway. When there's no reply, he calls out again, louder and more agitated now.] Rider!
[And he keeps shouting for her as he stomps around the Tower, his voice growing increasingly demanding as he becomes increasingly desperate. He can be heard calling for her in all sorts of places, since while he starts with floors he is more familiar with and ones that are relatively safe, he soon begins to venture places an unattended eight-year-old really should not be. Mostly, he sticks to floors he thinks or knows would attract Rider—ones with water, or treasure, or that inexplicably smoky barroom—paying no heed to the way he is tiring himself out with all this searching.]
part 2 - room 2-06
[As it turns out, ten minutes is the perfect amount of time for reliving the way you died.]
[The lagoon had been a natural place to check. No one can blame him for going there. It isn't his fault, anyway—the blame lies on Rider, for leaving him in the first place, and those things lurking in the water, those things that had grabbed him before he even had a chance to scream. He can remember the feeling of their strong, wet hands wrapped tight around his wrists and ankles, and the way it felt to thrash as he tried to struggle free of them. But, more than that, he can remember the way it felt when he couldn't free himself. The panicked fear of death, the way water poured into his mouth and down his throat when his lungs desperately tried to suck down air...]
[His legs tremble when he is finally able to move again, but he makes himself stand regardless.]
[He can't take it anymore. As if losing to that pathetic no-name weakling wasn't enough, as if dying wasn't enough, as if being brought to this place only to have everything that made him special taken away from him wasn't enough, now he has been killed, again, by mermaids.]
[He doesn't even care that he's throwing what is undeniably a childish tantrum when he shoves his trunk over. He doesn't care that doing this might break something inside. What did it matter? He died, and now on top of being dead he's alone here, all because his stupid, selfish Servant went and abandoned him. He picks up an upturned item at random, paying no attention to what it is, and throws it at the nearest wall.]
[Unless stopped, he'll be at this until he calms down or tires himself out, and tiring himself out is probably the option that will come first.]
works for me
[ Spoilers: Rin hates anyone who talks back to her. ] If you want me to shut up, you're going to have to make me do it yourself.
Seeing as you're half my size and probably incapable of any sort of geas curse, I think I'll take my chances on continuing to talk down to you.
[ Wait a second. She pauses as she considers something. ] What are you even paying her with?
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[You know, in the form of a warning, but whatever. At Rin's question, he shakes his head, looking exasperated.]
That money-grubber isn't happy unless she can get her mitts on some treasure. It's a real pain, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do.
[Since, you know, he can't just whip up more to collect here. No, they actually have to go hunting for valuables.]
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[ Hmph. ] What kind of treasures? Not the gemstones on the ninety-ninth floor, right?
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Hell no. There's so many of them they don't really have any value, right? But if you look around on some of the other floors, sometimes you can find things.
[And then there are those weird pot-monsters...]
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[ Things, huh? ] What sort of these can you find that are worth value in this place? Food?
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[Not that they have any real value here, he figures, but Rider likes her money.]
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[ Rin suddenly seems more invested in that part of the conversation over whether or not he's feeling better. ]
That kind of treasure? [ Spoilers: Shinji is surrounded by gold digging wimmenz. ]
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Yeah, maybe. What's it to you?
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I'd like to have a jewel.
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[He tilts his head, taking a second to consider her statement.]
Why don't you go tell someone who cares, then?
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Stupid Shinji, I was just trying to make small talk so you didn't look so pathetic over losing your stupid Servant.
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I don't look pathetic, you blind bint.
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[ Hmph. ] So let's go look for this stupid woman. She's loud enough, you know.
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[He's surprised by her declaring that they should go searching for Rider, and for a second, he just stares at her. Then, it's back to business as usual.]
...Yeah, well, you're the one who wanted to help, so I don't want to hear you complaining later. Got it?
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[ No one tells Rin she can't complain. NO. ONE. Not even pesky "little brothers" who don't need to hear it. ]