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towerofanimus2013-03-10 03:16 am
martelapproves) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-10 03:16 am
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Characters: Mithos Yggdrasill and YOU!
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: I'll follow you.
Summary: Mithos doesn't even bother to go to his dorm room. He heads straight for the cafeteria.
Warnings: Speciesism, though he'll try to behave himself for now. He really, really hates humans.
An angel doesn't need to eat. Or sleep, for that matter, but in a place like this, a place this... well... abnormal, Mithos feels the need to do so now.
He was reminded somewhat of Niflheim. A memory he's long since forgotten and moved on from, and one that doesn't even matter anymore. Aselia was gone. He died, just like Martel, and there was nothing left. All because some idiot humans thought that, despite, four thousand years of being proven right, he was wrong and too near-sighted to see that humans could change. The fact that the world was destroyed upon reuniting them, even after he himself was about to destroy it, was almost poetic irony.
How did it happen? Magitechnology? Maybe Lloyd couldn't handle the amount of power he took for himself upon gaining the Eternal Sword? Maybe Ratatosk still wasn't over being betrayed by him? Who knew. Who even cared anymore. He didn't even have the means to remake the world anymore, if the Eternal Sword was even capable of that. He never tried. He never wanted to try, either. There was only one thing, one person, he wanted, and now, it was forever beyond his grasp.
Mithos stared down at the oatmeal. It was already halfway gone, and it really, really seemed to be disagreeing with his stomach. He almost never ate, and when he did, it was purely for pleasure. This was foul. It almost sounded like how Raine's cooking was described to him. Were they here, too? The people who went down the path he himself refused to follow? If he was here, then... they had to be.
And they'd better have answers.
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: I'll follow you.
Summary: Mithos doesn't even bother to go to his dorm room. He heads straight for the cafeteria.
Warnings: Speciesism, though he'll try to behave himself for now. He really, really hates humans.
An angel doesn't need to eat. Or sleep, for that matter, but in a place like this, a place this... well... abnormal, Mithos feels the need to do so now.
He was reminded somewhat of Niflheim. A memory he's long since forgotten and moved on from, and one that doesn't even matter anymore. Aselia was gone. He died, just like Martel, and there was nothing left. All because some idiot humans thought that, despite, four thousand years of being proven right, he was wrong and too near-sighted to see that humans could change. The fact that the world was destroyed upon reuniting them, even after he himself was about to destroy it, was almost poetic irony.
How did it happen? Magitechnology? Maybe Lloyd couldn't handle the amount of power he took for himself upon gaining the Eternal Sword? Maybe Ratatosk still wasn't over being betrayed by him? Who knew. Who even cared anymore. He didn't even have the means to remake the world anymore, if the Eternal Sword was even capable of that. He never tried. He never wanted to try, either. There was only one thing, one person, he wanted, and now, it was forever beyond his grasp.
Mithos stared down at the oatmeal. It was already halfway gone, and it really, really seemed to be disagreeing with his stomach. He almost never ate, and when he did, it was purely for pleasure. This was foul. It almost sounded like how Raine's cooking was described to him. Were they here, too? The people who went down the path he himself refused to follow? If he was here, then... they had to be.
And they'd better have answers.
COMBO BREAKER
Of course, Kariya isn't quite your average passerby, though he probably comes close in the absurd pot-pourri of power in this place. There's something about this boy -- he doesn't think that's prana -- that's making his senses and his Worms both take notice.
He doesn't sit down, but offers a friendly enough smile.]
You might as well pinch your nose and gulp it down. You'll be able to wash it down with something better afterwards.
[Like a nice soda, or maybe something like the small pile of chicken nuggets he happens to be holding.]
[OOC: Let me know if sensing things isn't OK!]
Sorry this is late, orz And it's fine!
I ate worse.
[ Not being outright hostile... yet. Something about this was making his skin crawl. ]
No such thing!!
[He pauses there for now; since his tray isn't that heavy, he can afford to dawdle for a bit and be
meddlesomesolicitous of new arrivals. The disorientation's only just beginning to settle, so he's definitely sympathetic.]no subject
[ He's really done with this disgusting garbage. Anything to make it go by faster would help. He can tolerate it without gagging - anyone who can eat Raine's food and not die deserves a Purple Heart - but this wasn't much better. ]
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[Oatmeal isn't his favorite thing, either -- he can stomach all manner of culinary indignity with a straight face, but why suffer needlessly??
He'd even suggest adding something to it if he were sure that wasn't against the rules.]
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[ He put his hands on the side of the bowl. Using just a tiny bit of his magic, he began to heat the bowl in in his hands, until steam started coming from the oatmeal. He then took another spoonful of it. It was... slightly better, but still tasted awful. ]
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... That's handy. I can't do anything near that delicate.
[Part of it is crappy training, and part of it is that he's just more used to microwaves.]
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Yeah, well, I was a beginner once.
[ ... four thousand years ago. ]
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You must have studied hard.
[This seems like a good time to settle down across from you with his tray. Wouldn't want the chicken nuggets to get cold.]
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[ He takes another bite of the oatmeal. It still tasted bad, but... at least it was semi-tolerable, now. ]
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How has the Tower treated you so far? If you don't mind my asking.
[First experiences in the Tower are very likely to be a spectacularly mixed bag.]
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I see. Not everyone comes to the cafeteria first of all -- it's easy to get lost along the way.
[Those elevators. Why isn't there a manual.]