towerofanimus | 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...

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[An arm wraps around Luke from behind and the strong warmth of prana begins to seep into his body. Saber doesn't have her grand cloak this time, but she knows she can at least give Luke a small respite.]

I would have thought you learned from the last time and sought warmer clothing by now.

[Oh, good! Saber, warmth, yay! Luke latched his arms around her immediately, shivering against her.]

I-I did, but the deer skin cloak Lelouch made me got all messed up from the rain.

Close eyes and breathe slowly and deeply. I am going to extend my prana about you. It will... not feel pleasant. But know I am not going to harm you. I just wish to warm you.

[And carefully, she extended her prana about him just as she had others before, to take them upon the water, and as she did to the motorcycle in the Fourth War. Unfortunately, her taint made her prana dark and corrupt. It was impossible to prevent Luke from feeling it, BUT it warmed him up real quick.]

[Luke did indeed flinch; wow, that felt... really weird, but at least he was warm now. Even Amnon poked his head out from under his jacket, letting out appreciative mieu, mieu noises.]

Why does it feel so weird?

Because I have been tainted by Angra Mainyu. Corruption eats at me constantly, Luke. But I keep it at bay, not letting it touch my mind.

[She reaches out to scritch the cheagle's ears.]

[Amnon cooed at the attention as Luke let out a confused noise.]

Angra Man-yu? What's that?

All of the World's Evil.

[Yes, it does sound like a title as well as an explanation.]

[Luke let out a startled noise. ALL of the world's evil!? That did... not sound good. Not good at all.]

And... you've got... all that inside you...?

Not inside me. My very essence has been touched by it.

{She tried to think of an analogy.]

Perhaps it is easier to think of it as a poisoned dagger driven into my heart. If I were to essentially pull it out, I would perish. Instead, I healed around the wound, but the poisoned dagger is still there.

[Luke stared for a moment, at a loss for words... before he wrapped his arms around her again, giving her a tight hug.]

...I'm sorry; that sounds... really horrible.

[For a moment, she's confused about the hug and stiffens. But only for a moment before she pats him gently on the back.]

It was at the time it happened. I am used to it now and it was my choice. I chose not to perish, but accept the taint and corruption to my heart and soul.

But my mind stays strong against it. [Mostly] The red lines upon my neck and jaw is not a tattoo, but the mark of Angra Mainyu.

You're... a lot stronger than I thought.

[After a moment, he pulled away, a faint smile coming to his face.]

Not just physically, but mentally too. I'm kinda jealous; I don't think I could ever be that brave to live with something like that.

[Was this tower on some kind of weather sickness? Seriously, everything was weird on different days.

Coming onto the floor, Cross stretches a bit, not noticing Luke at the moment. But, believing himself to be alone he's going to talk to himself. ]

Sheesh, only day the weather isn't killing anybody. Wonder if I could sleep here and not get my face chewed on.

Edited 2013-03-17 19:43 (UTC)

[Welcome to the shivering wonderland! The library floor seems particularly dreary.]

[The smile doesn't fade from Allen's face, like always, however. A collection of books have been scattered into a pile by the golden golem that was Tim. Every few seconds, Tim would fly away and then return with some book with a soft cover and then drop it back into the pile.]

Now we just need a spark...

[And here's your original, Luke, casually tromping into your room as usual. He's already had to rescue that photograph from the rain - hopefully shoving it under his mattress would keep it safe at least a while.

Somehow, though, something about watching Luke attempt to ferret things away from the rain - it's just so utterly ridiculous that he has to laugh. He barely manages to keep a straight face long enough to say - ]

Well, you're the one who wanted a bath.

[And then he's just, cracking up, rain pouring down his face and dripping from his hair as he tries to breathe.]

[Luke suddenly popped up from the leaves at the voice, surprised that anyone else was there.]

Hey, I still wouldn't just sleep anywhere.

[Oh... hey, it was that kind of creepy guy. And he was... wait, no.]

H-hey, you can't just burn books!

Eh?

[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.

[Luke looks absolutely miserable as he glares up at his original, hunched over the paper crane, protecting it like it's something beyond precious (which to him, it was).]

This isn't funny, Asch! Help me out or get out!

[No, it is kind of hilarious, but given that a certain picture is in just as much danger... He'll cut you a break.

After he can breathe again.]

Meet me at the elevator. The mailboxes might still be dry.

[And on that note, he's zipping off to rescue that family photo.]

When you have something you want so much that you are willing to sacrifice yourself to obtain, you will find the strength needed. [She briefly touched his cheek with her fingertips.] You are still young.

Really?

[Tim stops midair, holding one of the books.]

Even trashy romance novels?

Er... maybe?

[The guy did look familiar, but... like hell he could remember.]

[By the time Luke made it to the elevator, he wanted to cry. The rain was coming down so hard, it was difficult for him to protect the precious folded up paper. On top of it, it was getting really deep, and...]

[As soon as Asch rejoined him, he shook his head.]

I don't think the elevator would be safe like this; what floor is this male-box thing on?

[Luke shrugged sheepishly, turning a little pink.]

W-well, I guess so... I'm seven, technically... or maybe eight now? I'm not sure.

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Autumn; remember me~ ? and edited cause i herped

Winter (library)

Spring

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