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towerofanimus2013-03-15 10:25 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-15 10:25 pm
Entry tags:
ninth prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Naoto Shirogane, Sayaka Miki, Mami Tomoe, and you.
Setting: Dorm 03-01 (closed,) Floor Thirteen (closed,) Floor One (closed,) Floor One Hundred One (open)
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: Serious discussions, plus checking out the newest addition to the tower.
Warnings: None.
Floor One Hundred One open
[The way this floor is built is strange, but it's quite pretty. The timing of it was too coincidental to simply be unrelated to Dax's death. There are flowers everywhere. Of course, there's no way that something like this should be able to exist, but in this place that's hardly surprising. Still, to see all of these plants and flowers...thousands of them, pressing against both the top of the floor and hanging between the one beneath it.
Vaguely, she recalls that sometimes the administrators might request a floor, but it's far more likely to simply be a stroke of inspiration. In other words...it seems that at least one of the other administrators might have been shaken by the loss of Dax as the tower's residents. She places her hands behind her head as she looks around, a stick of pocky clenched between her teeth. When she speaks, it's to no one in particular.]
So this must be some kinda memorial, huh.
Dorm 03-01 ⚜ closed to Mami Tomoe
[For both of them, the subject of death has hung in the air. It's stood just between them, silently known, but neither of them were brave enough to directly broach the subject. It was too unpleasant, the implications that came with it too heavy to deal with when there were so many other things to worry about. The fact that they were alive, after years their friendship finally recognized once more. It's a broken, cobbled together, never quite the same was it was before, never would be, but it was perfect for two girls who were broken by their own circumstances long ago.
Even so, she's been given her answer. That their souls are here, that they might be able to go back, and yet...what will they be going back to? The other girls still have a chance at living. Even Sayaka, if she were able to go back, might be able to change her fate (and Kyoko, deep down knowing how unlikely it might be, nonetheless hopes for it.)
So here she stands, in front of the door bearing Mami Tomoe's name. She has a small tray containing strawberry tea--leftover from the month before--and a small plate of cookies. Nothing compared to what Mami used to do for her, but something nonetheless. Good food makes these conversations easier, less overwhelming. She considers just barging in, but thinks better of it, and instead just raps her knuckles on the door.]
Oi. Mami. You in?
Floor Thirteen ⚜ closed to Sayaka Miki
[It's been something that's been on her mind for awhile, but until now she hasn't quite been able to sit down and work out here thoughts. There's been too much to take in, too much frustration and heartbreak to worry about something as insignificant as her own feelings. Those things that she does her best to push to the back of her mind, hide under the guise of some foolish belief that just living is enough.
But it's starting to nag at her again, that feeling that something is wrong. The knowledge that Sayaka can't, won't indulge in her method of just ignoring the things that seem unpleasant. Every scenario with that girl seems to be one that ends with her irretrievably broken. Back home, in this place...Kyoko can't just ignore that.
So, today, she sent her a simple telepathic message: Could you meet me in the cathedral? There's something I want to talk to you about.
It's a place that feels close to home--but that's not quite why she chooses it. It's because it's quiet, almost unusually so. Because people aren't likely to visit it and with sound carrying poorly, even less likely to try and invade on another person's conversation. So, she sits on one of the pews, her hung over the back of it, staring towards the front and simply waiting.]
Floor One ⚜ closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's by chance that she noticed Naoto in the cafeteria as she's getting her meal--dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (and despite herself, she can't help but smile a little at the menu that that kid has chosen.) She briskly approaches her with her usual grin on her face, showing no signs of having having such a busy day. Part of her wants to ask if she received the package that Kyoko sent, but her judgement gets the better of her.
Besides, it'd be kind of embarrassing to have to admit that she sent them to begin with. That she was worried about this girl. It's not like it's something she exactly makes a habit of.]
Yo, Naoto! You in a hurry?
Setting: Dorm 03-01 (closed,) Floor Thirteen (closed,) Floor One (closed,) Floor One Hundred One (open)
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: Serious discussions, plus checking out the newest addition to the tower.
Warnings: None.
Floor One Hundred One open
[The way this floor is built is strange, but it's quite pretty. The timing of it was too coincidental to simply be unrelated to Dax's death. There are flowers everywhere. Of course, there's no way that something like this should be able to exist, but in this place that's hardly surprising. Still, to see all of these plants and flowers...thousands of them, pressing against both the top of the floor and hanging between the one beneath it.
Vaguely, she recalls that sometimes the administrators might request a floor, but it's far more likely to simply be a stroke of inspiration. In other words...it seems that at least one of the other administrators might have been shaken by the loss of Dax as the tower's residents. She places her hands behind her head as she looks around, a stick of pocky clenched between her teeth. When she speaks, it's to no one in particular.]
So this must be some kinda memorial, huh.
Dorm 03-01 ⚜ closed to Mami Tomoe
[For both of them, the subject of death has hung in the air. It's stood just between them, silently known, but neither of them were brave enough to directly broach the subject. It was too unpleasant, the implications that came with it too heavy to deal with when there were so many other things to worry about. The fact that they were alive, after years their friendship finally recognized once more. It's a broken, cobbled together, never quite the same was it was before, never would be, but it was perfect for two girls who were broken by their own circumstances long ago.
Even so, she's been given her answer. That their souls are here, that they might be able to go back, and yet...what will they be going back to? The other girls still have a chance at living. Even Sayaka, if she were able to go back, might be able to change her fate (and Kyoko, deep down knowing how unlikely it might be, nonetheless hopes for it.)
So here she stands, in front of the door bearing Mami Tomoe's name. She has a small tray containing strawberry tea--leftover from the month before--and a small plate of cookies. Nothing compared to what Mami used to do for her, but something nonetheless. Good food makes these conversations easier, less overwhelming. She considers just barging in, but thinks better of it, and instead just raps her knuckles on the door.]
Oi. Mami. You in?
Floor Thirteen ⚜ closed to Sayaka Miki
[It's been something that's been on her mind for awhile, but until now she hasn't quite been able to sit down and work out here thoughts. There's been too much to take in, too much frustration and heartbreak to worry about something as insignificant as her own feelings. Those things that she does her best to push to the back of her mind, hide under the guise of some foolish belief that just living is enough.
But it's starting to nag at her again, that feeling that something is wrong. The knowledge that Sayaka can't, won't indulge in her method of just ignoring the things that seem unpleasant. Every scenario with that girl seems to be one that ends with her irretrievably broken. Back home, in this place...Kyoko can't just ignore that.
So, today, she sent her a simple telepathic message: Could you meet me in the cathedral? There's something I want to talk to you about.
It's a place that feels close to home--but that's not quite why she chooses it. It's because it's quiet, almost unusually so. Because people aren't likely to visit it and with sound carrying poorly, even less likely to try and invade on another person's conversation. So, she sits on one of the pews, her hung over the back of it, staring towards the front and simply waiting.]
Floor One ⚜ closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's by chance that she noticed Naoto in the cafeteria as she's getting her meal--dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (and despite herself, she can't help but smile a little at the menu that that kid has chosen.) She briskly approaches her with her usual grin on her face, showing no signs of having having such a busy day. Part of her wants to ask if she received the package that Kyoko sent, but her judgement gets the better of her.
Besides, it'd be kind of embarrassing to have to admit that she sent them to begin with. That she was worried about this girl. It's not like it's something she exactly makes a habit of.]
Yo, Naoto! You in a hurry?
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[Uh oh, Kyoko. Naoto has a strange, wry smirk on her face. Just what is she getting at here...?]
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[Quit being cryptic, Naoto, or she won't know whether or not she's supposed to be annoyed here.]
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However... I did find something interesting in my mailbox the other day. Some handmade chocolates, to be exact.
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[because there's no way she's owning up to that.]
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O-oi! Why the Hell do you just assume that I'm the one who put them there!?
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Isn't that the same as saying the way I talk is weird?
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[But no, really, she's just pouting at this point. Being told something like that...isn't bad. Still, she hesitates to ask her next question, averting her eyes.]
Uh. Did they taste alright? They seemed fine to me, but y'know, you'd have to be a pretty bad cook to not be able to swallow your own cooking.
'Sides, most people around here seem to be a lot pickier than me.
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I tended to collect admirers whenever I transferred to a new school and it wasn't unusual for me to find some in my shoe locker after class, but I always threw them away. Such gifts were meaningless, after all. They would declare their love and affection for me in such a flippant manner... If it had come from someone who knew me, who truly cared, that would have been a different story altogether.
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[She grins, obviously teasing, before she shakes her head.]
Hah. You're a detective and a mysterious beauty to boot. Of course a person like you would be popular. The kinda people you attracted are probably more than worthless, but y'know, you shoulda at least kept the gifts. As long as it's given to you, you might as well at least keep it from going to waste, right?
[She chuckles.]
I always just get the losers spouting out bad pick up lies and waving around their status and wallets, like I care about any of that. You'd think they were trying to place a bid on eBay, y'know! I would've taken free food over that kinda pathetic display.
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[She's experienced both. :|]
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Sure. They're totally worthless, aren't they? Without even knowing your name, having heard your voice, they're already in love with you. Seriously, what kind of joke is that supposed to be?
Those kinds of people would definitely just leave you the moment they figure out that you don't match up with ideal image they built up in their heads. The slightest inconvenience will send them running, y'know.
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[Not that she's really known many people, but...]
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[She pauses for a moment. Hoping she won't have to spell out why her Grampa is still a detective, but her parents are not. Naoto will if she asks, but that gets away from the point.]
So I suppose you could say that it runs in my family or, perhaps, that it is a role that I was born into. Nonetheless, I was not forced into this line of work. I chose it of my own volition.
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Ah, so then the whole buddying it up with a common criminal thing ain't just an act of rebellion. Good to know.
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No. [She clears her throat, she hadn't managed to bring her voice back down all the way.] No, it's not an act of rebellion. Far from it. [There we go. That sounds much better.]
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Oh, so that's what you sound like.
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KYOKO NO. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO POINT IT OUT. STOP.]
... You know what I sound like.
[IT'S WHAT YOU'RE HEARING RIGHT NOW. THIS FAR LOWER SOUNDING VOICE THAN THE SQUEAKING YOU HEARD PREVIOUSLY.]
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Sure, but I thought it was kinda odd. How deep your voice is. It always sounds like you're mumbling, y'know... I didn't expect it to be 'cause of a cheap trick like that.
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I-It's not a trick!
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Yeah? Then why's your face so red? You're not gonna try and say you got a fever or something now, are you?
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