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towerofanimus2013-04-03 10:05 pm
seekinganswers) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-03 10:05 pm
008 ♃ the sky is red tonight, we're on the edge tonight
Characters: Sheba and you!
Setting: The cafeteria, the desert, and the lounge on the 81st floor.
Format: Brackets to start but I'll switch to prose if you want to!
Summary: Sheba's spent a little over a week on her destroyed homeworld, and she's still feeling out of sorts. She would be back just in time for a Jason month, wouldn't she?
Warnings: Sheba has a tendency to try to read the minds of people she doesn't know well, though it's up to you if it's successful or not. The likelihood of her trying it is way up since she's sort of on edge right now.
[Floor 01 - The Cafeteria]
[The line for food is shorter than usual, Sheba notes. And the cafeteria is emptier. It's comforting and terrifying at the same time, but she tries to dismiss the feeling of unease - there are still people here, just less of them, it's not like the ruins of Weyard - and makes her way to the front to get something to eat.
When she gets there and sees what the meal options are, she raises an eyebrow.
Suddenly she understands why the place wasn't very crowded.]
...is this some kind of joke?
[Floor 64 - The Desert]
[She's sitting down not too far from the stairs, idly tracing out designs and then directing the wind to wipe them away with a flick of her wrist. It's hot and mildly uncomfortable, yes, but it's also nostalgic in a way. Lalivero was almost as close to the desert as it was to the ocean, and in the days before monsters and windstorms had run rampant in the desert she'd gone there often.
When she closes her eyes, she can almost believe she's back home again - really home, not the empty shell of her world. She can feel the sand beneath her fingers, can feel the warmth of the sun at her back, and she can't see the staircase that indicates that this is no natural desert.
Another flick of her wrist, and this time a small whirlwind begins to form in front of her. It only comes up to about her waist, and she's definitely keeping it under control, but there's something about it that makes her smile.
Maybe this floor wasn't so bad after all. She waves her hand with a giggle and the whirlwind nearly doubles in size - anyone on the stairs might have wind, dirt, or both to contend with as they pass through or even stop.]
[Floor 81 - The Stratosphere Lounge]
[It's getting late, and Sheba knows she should probably start heading back up to her room before a monster finds her or something, but she's plenty comfortable where she is - curled up and resting on the glass bulge that allows them to see out beyond the Tower's walls.
The stars are breathtaking, but it's the fog that really catches her attention. She can't help but wonder what's under it - what's out there. Is it really so terrible there that being confined to the Tower would be preferable to it? She just doesn't know, and try as she might she can't see anything to help her make up her mind one way or another.
It's relaxing to just look at the fog, though her thoughts do start to stray - and that's not really something she wants. With a heavy sigh, she turns her head away from the ground far below them and looks up at the stars.]
So they're beautiful here too...
Setting: The cafeteria, the desert, and the lounge on the 81st floor.
Format: Brackets to start but I'll switch to prose if you want to!
Summary: Sheba's spent a little over a week on her destroyed homeworld, and she's still feeling out of sorts. She would be back just in time for a Jason month, wouldn't she?
Warnings: Sheba has a tendency to try to read the minds of people she doesn't know well, though it's up to you if it's successful or not. The likelihood of her trying it is way up since she's sort of on edge right now.
[Floor 01 - The Cafeteria]
[The line for food is shorter than usual, Sheba notes. And the cafeteria is emptier. It's comforting and terrifying at the same time, but she tries to dismiss the feeling of unease - there are still people here, just less of them, it's not like the ruins of Weyard - and makes her way to the front to get something to eat.
When she gets there and sees what the meal options are, she raises an eyebrow.
Suddenly she understands why the place wasn't very crowded.]
...is this some kind of joke?
[Floor 64 - The Desert]
[She's sitting down not too far from the stairs, idly tracing out designs and then directing the wind to wipe them away with a flick of her wrist. It's hot and mildly uncomfortable, yes, but it's also nostalgic in a way. Lalivero was almost as close to the desert as it was to the ocean, and in the days before monsters and windstorms had run rampant in the desert she'd gone there often.
When she closes her eyes, she can almost believe she's back home again - really home, not the empty shell of her world. She can feel the sand beneath her fingers, can feel the warmth of the sun at her back, and she can't see the staircase that indicates that this is no natural desert.
Another flick of her wrist, and this time a small whirlwind begins to form in front of her. It only comes up to about her waist, and she's definitely keeping it under control, but there's something about it that makes her smile.
Maybe this floor wasn't so bad after all. She waves her hand with a giggle and the whirlwind nearly doubles in size - anyone on the stairs might have wind, dirt, or both to contend with as they pass through or even stop.]
[Floor 81 - The Stratosphere Lounge]
[It's getting late, and Sheba knows she should probably start heading back up to her room before a monster finds her or something, but she's plenty comfortable where she is - curled up and resting on the glass bulge that allows them to see out beyond the Tower's walls.
The stars are breathtaking, but it's the fog that really catches her attention. She can't help but wonder what's under it - what's out there. Is it really so terrible there that being confined to the Tower would be preferable to it? She just doesn't know, and try as she might she can't see anything to help her make up her mind one way or another.
It's relaxing to just look at the fog, though her thoughts do start to stray - and that's not really something she wants. With a heavy sigh, she turns her head away from the ground far below them and looks up at the stars.]
So they're beautiful here too...
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I'd rather eat one of the monsters than this! At least I'd get a full stomach!
[After a deep breath, he takes a quick seat next to her. Looking down, one can easily tell he's still quite fuming. His eyebrows twitch in anger, giving the noggin-riding Timcanpy a small ride.]
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[Depending on the monsters it might taste a little gamey, but almost anything would be better than this.]
had to change my email; I have an AIM now, too!
[The last comment seemed to annoy him as he let his head fall onto the table, but it was clearly more of an anger at something else and not Sheba. Allen generally didn't get angry at people for that.]
If it were that easy, I'd have done it already.
Good for you!
[It certainly was a pain in the butt that they had to fend for themselves if they wanted more than nutrition bars and water, but she'd seen him in action - he was probably capable of bringing down a monster or two.
Unless...]
Did something happen?
AIM is thisloserisyou--my usual screenname, lol
My Crowned Clown just got fixed--[He holds up his left arm--although as sleek as always, it moved rather weirdly and the hand looked even partially bandaged.]--and Naoya said not to use it for at least a couple more days for now.
On top of that, no monster here will ever be served as the stuff I like!
[Childish. Well, he's still kind of a kid.]
Nice screenname XD
[Oh, that didn't look good. Her eyes linger on it, a concerned expression on her face, until Allen spoke of monsters not being served as things he liked. Then she chuckled.]
Oh, but just think of the possibilities. Monster pie, monster stew, monster fillet breaded with nutrition bar crumbs...
you're only jealous because I get all the ladies with it
[His anger quickly fell and began to sour into a more bitter, sad feeling.]
Even the restaurant is closing down for the month. This guy posted some places where we can go for alternatives, but it just isn't the same. [Tim pulled at his hair playfully in an attempt to cheer him up. To no luck.]
Oh yes. Drowning in jealousy over here.
[She looks sympathetic.]
I know it's not the same, but it's better than nothing, isn't it? It's awful, but it could be worse. ...I think they're trying to remind us of that, actually.
Knew it. I win. Everything. Forever. GG, surrender at 20.
Yeah, right. How kind of them.
[Having initially failed, Tim suddenly reveals its razor sharp teeth, which it then uses to start gnawing and angry verbing about all over Allen's ear. This doesn't really faze Allen too much.]
I'll be all right. Just give me a minute, Tim.
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[There is legitimately not much she can say. Not when Tim looks as though he's devouring Allen's ear.]
Um.
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You too, Sheba. I'll be up in a minute. Just give me a second. [He sounded gloomier than he looked, that's for sure.]
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[She can't help but wonder if Tim gnawing on Allen's ear happens often. He looks so nonchalant as it's happening that it's really quite difficult to believe it hasn't happened before.]
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[All of it down to this one (magically filling) bar.]
But, well, at least I'm alive. [He actually smiled. Head still careened onto the table, but a smile at all was something.]
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[She returns his smile with a very small one, though she does look a little concerned about his head.]
As long as we're alive, we can keep trying to do something about our situations here.
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[Reaching up, one would find that Timcanpy has taken a place on top of Sheba's head. It almost seemed to lie down at this new location, and it was happier than its previous one.]
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You comfy up there, Tim?
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[For the next several minutes, Allen simply kept his head on the table, ultimately only raising his head after contemplating enough about eating giant chickens. He's never encountered one before, but he hopes maybe there's a monster just like that. Yeah. Giant chickens sounds delicious right about now!]
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Chicken...mmm...
[Tim seems to shake its "head" at this.]
W...what? Oh, I'm fine now. Right. *wipe wipe wipe*