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towerofanimus2013-03-17 12:18 pm
sacred_flamer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-17 12:18 pm
Officially Hating the Tower Now
Characters: Luke fon Fabre and EVERYONE
Setting: During the event; March 17th - 23rd.
Summary: Luke around the Tower for the event. Just... see below how many tables he'll be flipping by the end of this.
Warnings: Whining, whining, whining, whining, whining...
Spring: Dorm Room 3-14
[Thanks to the rains, Luke gets woken up early on the first "spring" day. He sat up, completely and utterly confused... and then he spotted the massive puddle his dorm room became. His first thought, of course, was wondering what the hell happened. His second... was oh dammit his things! Granted, he didn't have much, but he could already see that water was soaking into his chest, and...]
My crane!
[He fumbled over to the trunk, tearing it open to get to his things. The broken sword he didn't care much about, but the paper crane? The one that Yu gave to him? Like hell he was going to let that get ruined!]
G-guys! Does anyone have anything water proof!? QUICK!
~.oOOo.~
Summer: Anywhere in the Tower
Hooooooot...
[Luke is essentially a zombie the higher the temperature gets. Some days, he's even forgoing putting on his beloved jacket; no matter what he does with it, it's just going to make him hot, and going around in just his belly shirt and baggy pants is preferable to more hot.]
[And let's not even talk about what the humidity is doing to his lovely long hair, okay?]
[He wanted a shower... or a bath; a bath surrounded by awesome soaps and perfumes and ugh; he was almost wanted to be back at the manor right now.]
...wonder if I should cut my hair again...
[Amnon isn't looking much better, and the little cheagle is pretty much plastered on Luke's shoulder, whimpering.]
~.oOOo.~
Autumn: Meadow Floor
[Little kids love leaves.]
[Luke is definitely no different; instead of training today, he's rolling around and playing in the leaves. Hey, he's allowed, okay? Don't judge him; leaf angels are fun, okay?!]
[Amnon is there too, rolling around and jumping around, getting himself lost in the leaves more than a few times.]
~.oOOo.~
Winter: Anywhere in the Tower
[Tower of Ass, fuck you and the horse you road in on.]
[No, seriously; Luke is hating this Tower so much right now. It is cold, again. He woke up under a pile of snow. HIS COAT WAS FROZEN FOR LORELEI'S SAKE. Amnon was curled up under his shirt, not that it made much difference.]
D-dammit... n-need to find someone that can make a f-fire...
Setting: During the event; March 17th - 23rd.
Summary: Luke around the Tower for the event. Just... see below how many tables he'll be flipping by the end of this.
Warnings: Whining, whining, whining, whining, whining...
Spring: Dorm Room 3-14
[Thanks to the rains, Luke gets woken up early on the first "spring" day. He sat up, completely and utterly confused... and then he spotted the massive puddle his dorm room became. His first thought, of course, was wondering what the hell happened. His second... was oh dammit his things! Granted, he didn't have much, but he could already see that water was soaking into his chest, and...]
My crane!
[He fumbled over to the trunk, tearing it open to get to his things. The broken sword he didn't care much about, but the paper crane? The one that Yu gave to him? Like hell he was going to let that get ruined!]
G-guys! Does anyone have anything water proof!? QUICK!
Summer: Anywhere in the Tower
Hooooooot...
[Luke is essentially a zombie the higher the temperature gets. Some days, he's even forgoing putting on his beloved jacket; no matter what he does with it, it's just going to make him hot, and going around in just his belly shirt and baggy pants is preferable to more hot.]
[And let's not even talk about what the humidity is doing to his lovely long hair, okay?]
[He wanted a shower... or a bath; a bath surrounded by awesome soaps and perfumes and ugh; he was almost wanted to be back at the manor right now.]
...wonder if I should cut my hair again...
[Amnon isn't looking much better, and the little cheagle is pretty much plastered on Luke's shoulder, whimpering.]
Autumn: Meadow Floor
[Little kids love leaves.]
[Luke is definitely no different; instead of training today, he's rolling around and playing in the leaves. Hey, he's allowed, okay? Don't judge him; leaf angels are fun, okay?!]
[Amnon is there too, rolling around and jumping around, getting himself lost in the leaves more than a few times.]
Winter: Anywhere in the Tower
[Tower of Ass, fuck you and the horse you road in on.]
[No, seriously; Luke is hating this Tower so much right now. It is cold, again. He woke up under a pile of snow. HIS COAT WAS FROZEN FOR LORELEI'S SAKE. Amnon was curled up under his shirt, not that it made much difference.]
D-dammit... n-need to find someone that can make a f-fire...
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[Turning to the figure that just popped up from the leaves...]
Hey, wait a sec, don't I know you?
[But, a beat after that.]
And I was kidding.
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[The guy did look familiar, but... like hell he could remember.]
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He's right up close, inches from Luke's face as he stares at him for a moment taking in the red head's features.]
Waaaaaaaaait a sec...weren't you that guy abusing that animal that kept going meow meow or something?
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Mieu mieu!
[...and that got a bit of a lopsided grin out of Luke.]
What he said.
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Ahaaaaaaaaaa. I thought I recognized that hair.
[Looking over at the little fur ball, he moves a hand to pat it's head.]
Hope you've been trying to take care of it instead of punching it like before.
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[Not that he'd ever admit to being fond of the little guy. Amnon was doing that plenty anyway, as snuggling up against Luke's leg was suddenly a good idea. Dammit, Amnon.]
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[Hear that, Luke? That's the sound of someone not buying it.]
By the way, what's your name again? I'm Cross though.
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[The cheagle hopped onto his lap then.]
Mieu mieuu~
...and that's Amnon.
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[He paused then, giving Amnon a look.]
Setting my face on fire while he's sleeping!
Mieu...