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towerofanimus2013-03-01 06:48 pm
ghostytrainer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-01 06:48 pm
7th pokeball
Characters: John Egbert and YOU
Setting: Meadow floor; March 1-3
Format: either
Summary: Followup to this post. John managed to catch the soul extraction process on tape. Not wanting to expose himself any more than necessary, he avoided sharing it on the network and instead put note in everyone's mailbox. Now he's waiting to see if anybody responds.
Warnings: Probably just language
[Just as his note detailed, John can be found in the middle of the meadow floor between 1pm and 4pm on March 1st-3rd.]
[Not wanting to waste any time, he decides to train his Litwick and Zorua while waiting for people to show up by pitting them against one another in a play-battle. Yeah...experience gainage will be a slow process this way. He'll have to go monster hunting later. His Dusknoir floats at his side, arms crossed over his chest as he watches over the fight.]
[Now hopefully anybody who's here about the tape will be able to recognize him based on the dumb little doodle on his note...]
Setting: Meadow floor; March 1-3
Format: either
Summary: Followup to this post. John managed to catch the soul extraction process on tape. Not wanting to expose himself any more than necessary, he avoided sharing it on the network and instead put note in everyone's mailbox. Now he's waiting to see if anybody responds.
Warnings: Probably just language
[Just as his note detailed, John can be found in the middle of the meadow floor between 1pm and 4pm on March 1st-3rd.]
[Not wanting to waste any time, he decides to train his Litwick and Zorua while waiting for people to show up by pitting them against one another in a play-battle. Yeah...experience gainage will be a slow process this way. He'll have to go monster hunting later. His Dusknoir floats at his side, arms crossed over his chest as he watches over the fight.]
[Now hopefully anybody who's here about the tape will be able to recognize him based on the dumb little doodle on his note...]
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It's... strange to think about. All of that. It's... [She frowns, dropping her hands from her face so she can stare at them.] ...these weren't even my hands until... what, a week ago? What would happen if I got a scar while I was here? Would they know to put it on whatever my next body was? ...I keep thinking like that, and I want to find out, but I don't want to go through that again...
What are we even supposed to do from now on? What were we ever supposed to do here?
...I don't understand it at all...
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[It all depends on where and when the bodies come from. Were they all premade upon arrival? Are they created constantly each and every day?]
[John is silent for a good minute or so, before a small determined smile crosses his face.]
Well. I don't know what we were supposed to do here but I know what we need to do from now on!
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[She's not following his line of thought, and as bothered by this entire situation as she is, trying to read his mind doesn't even occur to her. She just looks at him, waiting for an answer.]
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[Sheba manages a small smile at that.]
There's... a lot more of us than there are of them. [They just had to avoid anyone getting eaten by Ruana.] If we all put our heads together, we can think of something...
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Someday we'll all be able to go home. Or... at least get out of this place.
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Even if they're right about our worlds...there must be some out there that haven't been destroyed yet. Hell, those visitors last month were proof of that much.
[He puts his hands in his pockets and glances towards the ceiling. He still really doesn't want to believe that there worlds are gone but...BUT....]
And surely ONE of them is an improvement over this godforsaken tower.