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towerofanimus2013-03-21 05:37 pm
savarin) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-21 05:37 pm
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003 Rings
Characters: Red Savarin, with special guests: YOU!
Setting: All around the tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you!
Summary: Red deals with dying and strange weather.
Warnings: Sleep paralysis hallucinations, and weather-related distress. No death, but it'll come close.
[Rain. That's something that Red shouldn't be feeling indoors. Actually, Red shouldn't be feeling anything... he died, after all, cut down by the Deadmen - but here he was, uninjured and in an intact catsuit, not a speck of blood on him. The only problem was that his body wouldn't respond to him. Nothing big, it should wear off in less than a minute... right?]
[As it turns out, it doesn't. Red lies there, feeling the water run down his face, his breathing slowly becoming labored. He's just beginning to wonder what's happening when a shadowy figure appears in the corner of his eyes, stalking closer to him; he's powerless to resist, and Red can only watch as it creeps onto the bed and wraps its hands around his throat.]
[This can't be happening, he thinks as terror begins to well up inside him. Monsters can't be in the dorms, right? Then what's strangling him? Eyes darting around the room, the feeling of pure fear only intensifies, and it's becoming harder to draw breath - oh god, he's going to choke on the rain and this demon won't stop strangling him and why can't he move--]
[And then, as soon as Red gets control back, he lets out an ear-splitting shriek and leaps off of the bed, searching for the intruder. There's no trace of it left, nothing to suggest it had ever been there. Gasping for breath, he tries to let the fear recede so he can focus. Was it a dream or a hallucination? Well, whatever it was, hopefully nobody was trying to sleep...]
---
[Water. That was the most important thing right now. Red's panting like... well, like a dog, desperately trying to find enough water and shade to survive. There were some people willing to share their water and food, he'd found, but Red was covered in fur and that only made him overheat even more. It wasn't enough; he'd have to go search for water somewhere.]
[Red had torn up one of the catsuits into little more than a pair of shorts, which he was wearing, and he's riding his badly-damaged robot as it's easier than walking. There were some colder floors, he knew, but staying conscious long enough to get to them was a big problem. As people go about the tower, they might find the dog-man slumped over inside the cockpit of a giant robot, or deliriously guiding said robot onwards.]
---
[At last, a milder season. The only problem was the leaves, almost reaching up to Red's neck, but he had Dahak to help him navigate. It had taken a real beating in the fight, though, and the intense summer heat certainly didn't do it any favors, so the mild weather is the perfect time to check out the workshop.]
[Things go pretty quietly, aside from all the leaves getting in the way, and Red makes some headway in the repairs. Nothing really unpleasant happening here... but perhaps some errant sparks could set those dry leaves on fire, or maybe a tornado could spawn in the room and send tools and metal flying everywhere? Things could go very wrong.]
---
[Finally, one last season, but this one was the worst of them all. Snow everywhere, freezing winds blowing through the halls; Red's fur protected him somewhat, but he'd never, ever been this cold before. The weather never changed this much back on Shepherd, and in the places he'd been to, snow was a rarity.]
[Wrapped in blankets, the dog-man's riding his mech as usual, doing his best to stay active and warm. He can definitely be found in the dorms, clearing away as much snow as he can from the hallways and rooms, or one could find him trying to find a floor with some actual heat... or, when the cold gets particularly intense, they could even find him nearly frozen solid and near death unless some emergency heat is provided.]
Setting: All around the tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you!
Summary: Red deals with dying and strange weather.
Warnings: Sleep paralysis hallucinations, and weather-related distress. No death, but it'll come close.
[Rain. That's something that Red shouldn't be feeling indoors. Actually, Red shouldn't be feeling anything... he died, after all, cut down by the Deadmen - but here he was, uninjured and in an intact catsuit, not a speck of blood on him. The only problem was that his body wouldn't respond to him. Nothing big, it should wear off in less than a minute... right?]
[As it turns out, it doesn't. Red lies there, feeling the water run down his face, his breathing slowly becoming labored. He's just beginning to wonder what's happening when a shadowy figure appears in the corner of his eyes, stalking closer to him; he's powerless to resist, and Red can only watch as it creeps onto the bed and wraps its hands around his throat.]
[This can't be happening, he thinks as terror begins to well up inside him. Monsters can't be in the dorms, right? Then what's strangling him? Eyes darting around the room, the feeling of pure fear only intensifies, and it's becoming harder to draw breath - oh god, he's going to choke on the rain and this demon won't stop strangling him and why can't he move--]
[And then, as soon as Red gets control back, he lets out an ear-splitting shriek and leaps off of the bed, searching for the intruder. There's no trace of it left, nothing to suggest it had ever been there. Gasping for breath, he tries to let the fear recede so he can focus. Was it a dream or a hallucination? Well, whatever it was, hopefully nobody was trying to sleep...]
---
[Water. That was the most important thing right now. Red's panting like... well, like a dog, desperately trying to find enough water and shade to survive. There were some people willing to share their water and food, he'd found, but Red was covered in fur and that only made him overheat even more. It wasn't enough; he'd have to go search for water somewhere.]
[Red had torn up one of the catsuits into little more than a pair of shorts, which he was wearing, and he's riding his badly-damaged robot as it's easier than walking. There were some colder floors, he knew, but staying conscious long enough to get to them was a big problem. As people go about the tower, they might find the dog-man slumped over inside the cockpit of a giant robot, or deliriously guiding said robot onwards.]
---
[At last, a milder season. The only problem was the leaves, almost reaching up to Red's neck, but he had Dahak to help him navigate. It had taken a real beating in the fight, though, and the intense summer heat certainly didn't do it any favors, so the mild weather is the perfect time to check out the workshop.]
[Things go pretty quietly, aside from all the leaves getting in the way, and Red makes some headway in the repairs. Nothing really unpleasant happening here... but perhaps some errant sparks could set those dry leaves on fire, or maybe a tornado could spawn in the room and send tools and metal flying everywhere? Things could go very wrong.]
---
[Finally, one last season, but this one was the worst of them all. Snow everywhere, freezing winds blowing through the halls; Red's fur protected him somewhat, but he'd never, ever been this cold before. The weather never changed this much back on Shepherd, and in the places he'd been to, snow was a rarity.]
[Wrapped in blankets, the dog-man's riding his mech as usual, doing his best to stay active and warm. He can definitely be found in the dorms, clearing away as much snow as he can from the hallways and rooms, or one could find him trying to find a floor with some actual heat... or, when the cold gets particularly intense, they could even find him nearly frozen solid and near death unless some emergency heat is provided.]
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--Even for a magus, sudden and unexpected robots aren't exactly something to be taken sitting down, as it were. He scrambles to his feet, ignoring the blast of freezing wind that nets him, a little wide-eyed.
Come to think of it, why does the robot have fur?]
There's nothing chasing-- [the downside to familiars is that you become so familiar with them that sometimes (especially when your brain is half-frozen) you don't realize right away what they may look like to others, even robots] --Oh. Ah, don't worry about it! They're on my side. Our side.
[He almost adds 'they're not dangerous', but he tries not to outright lie for no reason if he can help it.]