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towerofanimus2013-03-21 08:55 pm
wrigurun) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-21 08:55 pm
008 → It's only different seasons
Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Floor 35 (summer), Lift (winter)
Format: Action tags, tags will follow original taggers style
Summary: The summer was fun, winter was not
Warnings: Potential character death
Floor 35
[Maybe it was the mist, or maybe it was the winter, or maybe it was the knowledge that no matter what the tower would probably get the better of her weighing down on her shoulders. Whatever the reason, once thing that was certain is that Wriggle had been miserable for a long time, much longer than usual for her and her normally curious and aggressive disposition had been significantly subdued for the past month.
The rain didn't mean much to her, she had nothing that wouldn't be fine after being dried out. The heat she'd been able to stave off by staying in the shadier areas of the tower and moving as little as possible. However as the humidity started to rise she felt a sort of nostalgia, a longing for the carefree days of Gensokyo. She could have easily become more depressed at the thought but she was tired of sulking. Even though this place could be a nightmare at times there was nothing stopping her from experiencing the same joys she did at home.
The fact that she'd almost forgotten it meant that she had to work even harder to preserve that memory.
As dusk starts to fall Wriggle wanders down to the lake with a large jar of fireflies collected from the forty-first floor. She can't control them here and she can't fly but right now there's no place she'd rather be and she's sure they'd enjoy it more too. She unscrews the lid and releases them into the floor. Even if she can't control them they seem to float around her as she skips and dances and sings in a slightly off key, basking in the memories of summers past]
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box was cat coloured ♪
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box, was it black or white? ♫
Lift
[After the summer autumn had actually been fun but everything took a sudden nosedive the moment winter rolled around. She'd had a hard enough time getting by during the tower's actual winter but this was on a whole other level. Wriggle had stolen all the sheets that werne't in use from her dorm room and cocooned herself up in them but even that wasn't enough to keep the harsh chill out. There was nowhere to keep safe and Wriggle didn't know if she should stay in the dorms or try and find somewhere else.
Eventually she manages to get off the bed but struggles to keep herself afloat, even her legs feel too frozen to move. She wills herself forward and into the lift, hoping it might take her to warmer weather. Who thought moving around could be so exhausting? Wriggle bundles herself into the corner and closes her eyes just to rest a little while, content with riding the lift to wherever until she's ready to move again.
Although if someone doesn't wake her and help her get warm soon she'll surely perish]
Setting: Floor 35 (summer), Lift (winter)
Format: Action tags, tags will follow original taggers style
Summary: The summer was fun, winter was not
Warnings: Potential character death
Floor 35
[Maybe it was the mist, or maybe it was the winter, or maybe it was the knowledge that no matter what the tower would probably get the better of her weighing down on her shoulders. Whatever the reason, once thing that was certain is that Wriggle had been miserable for a long time, much longer than usual for her and her normally curious and aggressive disposition had been significantly subdued for the past month.
The rain didn't mean much to her, she had nothing that wouldn't be fine after being dried out. The heat she'd been able to stave off by staying in the shadier areas of the tower and moving as little as possible. However as the humidity started to rise she felt a sort of nostalgia, a longing for the carefree days of Gensokyo. She could have easily become more depressed at the thought but she was tired of sulking. Even though this place could be a nightmare at times there was nothing stopping her from experiencing the same joys she did at home.
The fact that she'd almost forgotten it meant that she had to work even harder to preserve that memory.
As dusk starts to fall Wriggle wanders down to the lake with a large jar of fireflies collected from the forty-first floor. She can't control them here and she can't fly but right now there's no place she'd rather be and she's sure they'd enjoy it more too. She unscrews the lid and releases them into the floor. Even if she can't control them they seem to float around her as she skips and dances and sings in a slightly off key, basking in the memories of summers past]
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box was cat coloured ♪
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box, was it black or white? ♫
Lift
[After the summer autumn had actually been fun but everything took a sudden nosedive the moment winter rolled around. She'd had a hard enough time getting by during the tower's actual winter but this was on a whole other level. Wriggle had stolen all the sheets that werne't in use from her dorm room and cocooned herself up in them but even that wasn't enough to keep the harsh chill out. There was nowhere to keep safe and Wriggle didn't know if she should stay in the dorms or try and find somewhere else.
Eventually she manages to get off the bed but struggles to keep herself afloat, even her legs feel too frozen to move. She wills herself forward and into the lift, hoping it might take her to warmer weather. Who thought moving around could be so exhausting? Wriggle bundles herself into the corner and closes her eyes just to rest a little while, content with riding the lift to wherever until she's ready to move again.
Although if someone doesn't wake her and help her get warm soon she'll surely perish]
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When you were teaching me how to read colours. Green was g-r-e-n, right? And that's the colours green, which sounds very similar to sliver. You know? Gin? But then... it doesn't because green is green. Mi-do-ri, but green doesn't have an m in it...
Have you been teaching me the right words?
[She isn't asking in a threatening kind of way. After talking around in circles she's actually quite curious. Even though what Equius had been teaching her made sense, Wriggle was starting to realise that she hadn't seen the characters he'd used at home much at all. It had been so long she'd almost completely forgotten]
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Second, I've been teaching you the words as I know them, and the Tower turns it into a common language. I don't know what's going on with you...
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soshite, nihongo o hanashitai to omottara, wakaru?
And then if I think 'I want to speak in Japanese', do you understand?
I always thought we were all speaking Japanese so I just spoke without thinking. But it's not, is it?
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Mm, that's right! Since you don't understand, what languages can you speak?
[Unfortunately now that her mind's on it it's difficult for her to stop, much in the same way someone is more likely to think about something when you tell them not to]
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...That's... still Japanese.
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Uh... is that better?
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Y-yeah. You're... you're good now.
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Heh, sorry. I didn't know that kinda thing could happen. But that's really cool! Is it magic?
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Where are they anyway? Everyone always talks about them but I've only ever seen them around once.
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[A rarely-seen undertone of annoyance creeps into his voice here.]
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...
Yeah, you're right...
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...Well...
I guess we just have to enjoy it while it lasts. It's been a long time since I've been somewhere this warm.