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towerofanimus2013-03-17 01:28 pm
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OO8 >> Spring is the time of autumn when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade
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 offighting 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.]
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
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.]
<333
[Raphael spoke with Enoch for a moment before looking at Hidetoshi and nodding. It was good to see that the boy was fine now..even if his comments were a bit strange. Of course it worked. This was what he lived for, and it was not like they were on a floor where his powers were useless.]
You are welcome..but your thanks are not necessary. This is what I was born to do, after all. If you ever find yourself in pain again, come here. I shall heal you.
<3
*Enoch smiles a bit humorously. Time for some introductions, he figures. He'll address Hidetoshi first.* This is one of my immortal companions, the Archangel Raphael.
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Archangel Raphael? [He then blinks and shakes his head. It explained the healing and comments about it being his life's calling from 'birth' at least. This particular archangel was associated with... healing, wasn't he?] Where are my manners? Hello, Raphael. I'm called Hidetoshi Odagiri. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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Yes, the Archangel Raphael. And it is nice to meet you, Hidetoshi.
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*There wasn't too much more to explain on Enoch's end. He'd only given half an introduction because...it was likely his (almost) latent flair for the dramatic but just as likely was the fact that it might have simply slipped his mind. He often forgot to introduce himself, after all, a minor little defense against forming unwanted attachments, as much good as that did him.*
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[His smile was polite and respectful, his arm dropping back to his side. Christianity wasn't a religion he believed in nor was it as impressive as Lancer's offhanded tales of his past life as a famous hero of Ireland, but he could understand the awe of meeting a figure spoken of in legend. He glanced sideways at the other immortal.] You have quite the friends, Enoch-san.
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Perhaps not, but I have been meeting up with quite a few humans recently. It is just good that I can talk with all of you here and help whenever I can.
[It was one of the good things in this place. While it wasn't large, and while it wasn't as large as Armaros's or Enoch's, since Raphael was an Angel of knowledge and healing, he was a bit curious about new things. This also applied to humans.]