OO8 >> Spring is the time of autumn when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

[altitonant_emperor]

Characters: Hidetoshi, and YOU
Setting: Various floors (64, 57, 38 and 101) set throughout the "Like a Lion" event.
Format: Stating with actionspam but whatever you chose to respond with is fine.
Summary: Hidetoshi in various locations in the Tower during the event, busy hating his life.
Warnings: Hatin' on the administration.

[ SPRING || ANYWHERE IN THE TOWER ]
[ Torrential downpours inside were exactly the last thing Hidetoshi wanted to wake up to. Yet, he did indeed wake to find something cold and wet dripping down from the ceiling into his face and when he sat up in his bed to stare in confusion at what he could assume to be an ill-spirited prank, tangled in sheets were that completely soaked through, it finally clicked. The entire dormitory room was flooded with the localized rainstorm that seemed to coming out of the walls and ceiling themselves and—dammit, the trunk. Was the chest where his things kept waterproof?

Hurriedly, he untangled itself from the wet blankets clinging to him and swung his legs down into the floor. The water level lapped at his wet socks as he splashed through the puddles to his chest, and discovered to his dismay that the water had gotten into it, soaking through the cracks. So the thing wasn't waterproof. irritably, he bent over the open and fished out his clothes, finding his notes (scribbled on the back of that stupid porn magazine) a wet stack of pulp. The bag of stale cookies were ruined, and his toothbrush and toothpaste were in the bathroom.

His face twisted in a grimace. ]

Perfect. [He muttered to himself.] Just perfect.



[ Hidetoshi, left arm in a white sling, and looking pretty beaten up, courtesy of fighting a boss battle aggressive water tentacles, stood on the large grassy field on the fifty-seventh floor and tilted his head back to stare up at the rain.

He was soaked to the bone by the downpour, but had postponed finding shelter for the time being.

If he ignored that it had ruined belongings and his trunk with water damage, it was almost... pleasant. Being inside a controlled environment like the Tower had dimmed the memories of how it felt to experience actual weather to the point where he found the resparking of his recollections refreshing.]


[ SUMMER || FLOOR ONE HUNDRED AND ONE ]
[ —It's so incredibly wet and humid Hidetoshi that has actually voluntarily removed his school jacket and lie it out beside him on the bench to dry form the constant rainstorms, leaving on his long-sleeve white shirt. The surroundings around him were a verdant paradise; hundreds of pots of plants, thriving green gardens, trees coated in vines, and thousands of kinds of vegetation that broke over the edges of the floor and spilled onto the others below and above it. The hanging gardens were a floor rarely visited and he had assumed he would achieve a small measure of solitude here for awhile to sulk alone unhappily about the intolerably scorching heat wave that had been followed by this raging thunderstorm.

It was too hot to be motivated to do much.

The heat pressed down, heavy with humidity.

Thunder shook the sky in one long, incandescent minute, cracking the wet air. From under the shelter of the bench under the trees, Hidetoshi combed his fingers through his dark grey hair once.]

... Well, at least the theme of this experiment isn't exactly what you would call unclear by now.

[He commented grumply to no one in particular, feeling dizzy.]


[ AUTUMN || FLOOR THIRTY-EIGHT ]
[ Hidetoshi stood, actually not that's incorrect; he perched on a couch close to the impressive stretch of clear glass that serves as this floor's idea of walls, and he looked out at the vast ocean of fog far below the floor. The view was as dull as before when he had stood here on his first day and observed it, attempting to rationalize the possible destruction of his world.

Now hover, the lounge has been completely covered by a thick mat of leaves, a few feet deep. They crinkled dryly underfoot, vivid shades of orange and brown and red. Thus, the reason he was seated on the couch instead of standing.

He's hiding from the tornados.

Stupid tornados. ]


[ WINTER || FLOOR SIXTY-FOUR ]
[ Hidetoshi sat huddled on the sand directly beside the stairs, heedless of the burning of the sun on his back. He had no intentions of wandering out to explore the desert—the former vice president of the student council only sought to combat the freezing temperatures of the rest of the Tower had abruptly plummeted to with the scorching, dry heat of the vast desert. He'd barely managed to clean all of the pile of cold snow off his sheets, crawl out out of bed in great misery and wade through the blanket of snow covering the dormitory floor without screaming about how the cold was biting his toes off. The rest of his clothes were frozen solid and therefore not something he deemed worth salvaging in this weather. It had certainly felt like bits of his skin had been peeled off, stuck to the ice and lost to the nipping of the frost.

He had thought he would die, of either hypothermia or the steadily dropping temperatures before he reached the desert. Freeze to death.

It was so cold.

The entire time he had made the journey down through the levels to his designation, his eyelids had seemed crusted half-shut with snow, his cheeks cut and raw from the blowing winds, and it had been a major pain to keep from slipping on the ice. Hidetoshi had fallen down and hit some unlucky portion of his body on the ice several times, incurring bruises.

It was on this floor, he had found an escape from the blizzard. Dazedly, the boy gazed at the rolling hills and dips in the sand and resented the administrators for this wretched situation. He missed the heat wave.]

Comments

Spring

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch had made safe what he could of the mementos he had of Meridian, all paper. If they were safe at all now. He could only hope. Right now, he was just looking for familiar faces, checking up on people in this weather. It would keep his mind off of whether or not he'd be able to have his journals back again. It was obvious they weren't the originals, so...he had to hold onto the hope that they'd be replicated again. Even if they were replicas, they were all he had of his peaceful, happy time in Meridian.

He crosses the field to where Hidetoshi is.*

Rain is a beautiful thing, itself, isn't it?

Spring

[altitonant_emperor]

Beautiful it is, but it's something I would normally prefer to admire from behind a window pane, I admit. Seeing how we aren't given that as an option...

[ Hidetoshi's response was neutral but respectful towards the immortal. He made a short gesture with one hand, soggy clothes heavy. But he didn't seem too bothered by the rainfall beyond the coating of mild annoyance. ] But yes. It's soothing.

[warriorscribe]

Rain is...life. *If it isn't a disastrous storm, that is, or a deluge... Enoch smiles a bit...but the smile slips as he glances over at Hidetoshi again and notices the sling.*

You were injured?

[altitonant_emperor]

You certainly harbor more affection for it than I do. [He noted. Understandable, since he was unaging; for all he knew, Enoch had been born hundreds and hundreds of years ago, back when they didn't have the conveniences of the modern era. Certainly long enough for to learn and be wounded by the sting of loneliness born from drifting.

Probably an arid area was his main place of residence, he hypothesized, judging from how much Enoch appeared to like water. When the sling was noticed, Hidetoshi glanced down at it. ]

Yes. It's still healing.

[warriorscribe]

*Try thousands. Though Hidetoshi was right on the mark otherwise.*

My friend is a healer. I could take you to him if you'd like.

[altitonant_emperor]

[Hidetoshi nodded. Being disabled or injured in a place like the Tower wouldn't make survival any easier for him, and beyond setting the bone and immobilizing it in a sling, he didn't know how to treat it himself.]

If it's not a trouble to him or you, I accept that offer.

[warriorscribe]

*Good thing the elevator is only a few floors up. Though for the four-floor climb, there's a seventeen minute elevator ride. It's still faster and safer than trekking down by foot.*

It wouldn't be any trouble at all. Healing is what he lives for.

*Quite literally.*

Summer

[culbutiri]

Nesir was used to heat, but not to humidity. She had grown up somewhere hot and dry and so the first part of this 'summer' hadn't bothered her so much. She was hungry though and had a raging headache from dehydration.

"This do be the most stupid experiment yet." She muttered, coming up behind him as thunder sounded in the sky. When it had began raining inside the tower Nesir had hoped never to see rain again but now she hoped this storm would break and clear the air.

Summer

[altitonant_emperor]

Without twisting his head around to look at her;

"Once, I have reliable evidence that they randomly disabled the translator that allows the residents of this place to speak the same language and watched the entire Tower network fall apart speaking gibberish," he commented idly. Hidetoshi had never gone hungry before in his life; the uncomfortable, sharp pinching of his empty stomach that had resulted from the food shortage was unfamiliar to him. His pants had been rolled up to below his knees and his shoes were tucked neatly under the bench, leaving his white socks on his feet. It was so stupidly hot.

Overhead, the indoor storm continued to roil and rage, moisture dripping on the leaves of the plant life.

[culbutiri]

Nesir had heard of that, she had been on her dead world at the time and whilst that had been no picnic, "I do be glad I did be missing that one."

Her stomach clenched painfully, whilst Nesir had gone hungry before, more than once she didn't like it, especially in situations like this when food was being kept from them, rather than there being none at all.

"Do sitting under a tree be being the best idea?"

[altitonant_emperor]

"As am I," Hidetoshi agreed, seated with his legs straight, elbows on his knees, and leaning over as he firmly tried to ignore the complaints of his stomach. Raindrops wet the places where trails of pavement had been laid between the forestry.

"I imagine it's better than remaining in the open."

Seeing as the storm was inside where they couldn't escape it, and the teenager really had no clue of how to best avoid lightening strikes other than don't use electrical devices stay away from open fields, and cars. The tree he was sitting under wasn't the tallest; its height was dwarfed by other trees.

[culbutiri]

Nesir shrugged, "I guess it do be." Nesir knew little about how to avoid being struck by lightning as well. And even if she did there had never been a storm inside before.

At least not that she had witnessed. She flopped down next to him.

[altitonant_emperor]

"Hn," Politely, he moved over on the bench to give her some space and put a little distance between them. It wasn't because he was adverse to her company: he just preferred to have room between him and other people.

And since he had manners, Hidetoshi asked, "Have you been doing well?"

Autumn

[alephbet]

[The leaves shuffle underneath Aleph's feet as he comes off the staircase.]

Still not much to see.

Autumn

[altitonant_emperor]

[ Hidetoshi glances up when he hears someone approaching, the crack of dead leaves. ]

Not really, no. Never is, unless you like dull oceans of featureless gray.

[alephbet]

I don't, really. It's even less interesting than home.

[Considering that home had barely any plant life or bodies of water at all, that was saying something.]

[altitonant_emperor]

[Unsurprised by that response;]

I see. Hm, the view is poor then, but at least this floor is one of less sinister ones.

[alephbet]

'Less' sinister. Well, no use complaining about it.

[altitonant_emperor]

Correct. Complaints would solve nothing in this situation. [Sigh. And after checking for any immediate threat of tornados whipping up and knocking him off his feet again, and judging the coast clear, he gets down from the couch. The thick mat of leaves crumpled under his feet.]

Summer

[evokingfool]

[With his jacket tied around his waist, Minato take this time to rest on this floor. He's been fighting off some monsters, which was why he have his two weapons--his sword and his Evoker--in both of his hands.

The sheer amount of green plants was a pleasant sight to see. With the extreme weather conditions, he worried that most plants wouldn't handle the heat, or the rain from the other day. But it seems like a groundless worry...for now.

He walked deeper into the area, his eyes examining the plants. Hm, are any of them edible...? He wondered, before looking around for a good shade to rest under.

That's when he overheard Hidetoshi's words, making him glance over and saw him.]

Wild weather seems pretty clear to me, Hidetoshi-kun.

[He sheathed his evoker, before walking over to his friend.]

Summer

[altitonant_emperor]

[The thunderstorm had been brewing a period of time, but it had only broken a relatively short while ago, so yes. For the time being, the greenery was safe.

When Minato approaches him, Hidetoshi turns his head to look at him, eyes moving first to the sharp sword in his hand and then darting to the dull gray shape of the gun before it was put away in its sheath before landing on his face.

He'd bought very easily the explanation that had been given to him upon arrival—Minato had learned how to wield weapons to combat monsters in order to protect himself and others in the Tower. But after conversing with others and the information he had discovered during the whole visitor episode, he was sure that wasn't the end of the matter. Not at all.

He nodded at him, smiling.]

And good day to you as well, Minato-kun.

[Just who he wanted to see; he'd postponed it due to events but he still wanted to hold a discussion about some select topics with him.]

Summer

[evokingfool]

[That explanation was easy enough for him to give. Minato did learn to use weapons in order to defend himself and others. He just doesn't specify when he learned how to use them.

It's only a matter of time when Hidetoshi would ask him about things.]

Thank you. Are you doing alright?

[The weather's been rather extreme lately, and Minato's intending on taking advantage of the calm right now.]

Summer

[altitonant_emperor]

[It really was.

Ignore the broken arm and bruises please when he says;]

Quite well. And yourself?

[Again, a distant peal of thunder sounded, this time seemingly a floor or two down from where they were. Hidetoshi had selected a section of the hanging garden that was relatively free of roaming fiery monsters, or the more aggressive plants with a taste for flesh so he didn't feel the need to be on guard, except against the heat.]

Re: Summer

[evokingfool]

[He glance at the broken arm and bruises. Yeah, how did Hidetoshi get those?]

Fine and surviving. [And tired, but he try to minimise his nap times until this weather stop being wild. Minato sit down next to Hidetoshi, laying his sword down beside him.]

Mostly been securing my things and searching for supplies.

[Some of his personal belongings aren't waterproof.]

[altitonant_emperor]

[Being assaulted by giant water tentacles hellbent on tossing you into spikes or drowning you isn't fun, alright.]

I'm glad about that. [Hidetoshi exhaled a little and politely shifted an inch or so over to give his friend space on the bench when he sits down. The slight tiredness hanging around Minato is noted but seeing as he doesn't know what to do about it, short of nagging, he doesn't comment.]

Manage to salvage much? Many of my own belongings are ruined. It will take awhile to repair the damage done.

[He hadn't thought to waterproof many of his things either.]