Kyousuke Kamijou @ Animus (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2013-03-11 05:38 pm
verismo) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-11 05:38 pm
Entry tags:
002; concerto
Characters: Kyousuke Kamijou // OPEN
Setting: Floor 28, Floor 34, Floor 44
Format: actionspam
Summary: His voice is sort of back, but that doesn't really mean he's all there.
Warnings: Possible deaths by either: thinking too hard about a room or suicide by jumping.
[He had seen the network post, and the fact that only his soul is the one that's saved cause him to think on his experience within his dead world, and how it made sense that he didn't age at all, as well as the fact that he could even still be living without all the important nutrients his body needed.
To say that it didn't shock him would mean that he's lying to himself, and thus, like always, he decided to cope with this in only one way he knew how.]
[Floor 28]
[Whenever one comes across this floor, they could hear music being played; most of the time they're classical music, and well, that's really what that single violin player in the middle of the room knows as some of the instruments are playing along, as if making a harmony that looked probably a bit creepy as the rest of the instruments don't really have a player behind them.]
[Floor 34]
[...You know, the more he thinks about it, stepping off the stair case might not be a really good idea, as he's started thinking that it'd be better for him to just. Fall off the tower and hit the ground with a huge splat. That was his thought as he slowly walked to the edge of the floor, peering down on the vast greyness of the sky. Thankfully, he has half his mind to not actually jump
He's pretty close to actually jumping, though.]
[Floor 44]
[...Okay, this is actually starting to make him boggle, to be honest. Everytime he tries to measure the damn room, it just keeps on making less sense; barring some of the weird architecture he's seen back home (well, at least, the designs he could recall). He has half his mind to keep on trying to make sense of this place, all the while as a headache began creeping up his head.
You will find him actually using a measuring tape trying to measure one end of the room from the other as you pass through the floor.
y e p.]
Setting: Floor 28, Floor 34, Floor 44
Format: actionspam
Summary: His voice is sort of back, but that doesn't really mean he's all there.
Warnings: Possible deaths by either: thinking too hard about a room or suicide by jumping.
[He had seen the network post, and the fact that only his soul is the one that's saved cause him to think on his experience within his dead world, and how it made sense that he didn't age at all, as well as the fact that he could even still be living without all the important nutrients his body needed.
To say that it didn't shock him would mean that he's lying to himself, and thus, like always, he decided to cope with this in only one way he knew how.]
[Floor 28]
[Whenever one comes across this floor, they could hear music being played; most of the time they're classical music, and well, that's really what that single violin player in the middle of the room knows as some of the instruments are playing along, as if making a harmony that looked probably a bit creepy as the rest of the instruments don't really have a player behind them.]
[Floor 34]
[...You know, the more he thinks about it, stepping off the stair case might not be a really good idea, as he's started thinking that it'd be better for him to just. Fall off the tower and hit the ground with a huge splat. That was his thought as he slowly walked to the edge of the floor, peering down on the vast greyness of the sky. Thankfully, he has half his mind to not actually jump
He's pretty close to actually jumping, though.]
[Floor 44]
[...Okay, this is actually starting to make him boggle, to be honest. Everytime he tries to measure the damn room, it just keeps on making less sense; barring some of the weird architecture he's seen back home (well, at least, the designs he could recall). He has half his mind to keep on trying to make sense of this place, all the while as a headache began creeping up his head.
You will find him actually using a measuring tape trying to measure one end of the room from the other as you pass through the floor.
y e p.]
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[Since there's a lot, y'know.]
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[He picked it up before, playing it on and off.]
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[Whoa, this is actually a pretty lucky break, since when else could he meet other players?
...Not of the girl kind of course.]
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I'm a little rusty, so I'm not as good as you at the moment.
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