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towerofanimus2013-04-07 05:20 pm
unkindnessof) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-07 05:20 pm
♘ 02 || by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore
Characters: Raven; OPEN.
Setting: Dormitory Room 1-16, Floor 25 (Meadow), Floor 48 (Graveyard), Floor 11, any floor with monsters
Format: Action to start, but I can match.
Summary: Attempts at figuring out and practicing an ability he hadn't been aware of until recently, then it's graveyard fun, talking to ghosts in what probably is an unhealthy manner, and monster killing.
Warnings: Phantoms in scenario 4, and monsters/violence in scenario 5, both of which take place through the evening/at night. Other than that... nothing but general angst, maybe?
[dormitory room 1-16]
[Anyone passing by, dropping in on, or currently living in the room might notice him wordlessly rummaging through his trunk, stopping to stare for a moment when he comes across what appears to be an odd block of some unidentifiable black metal.
Anyone who's seen it in the past somehow might notice that it's a fair bit smaller than it once was. It certainly doesn't escape Raven's notice, at least; after another short moment's study, he tentatively raises his left palm- which very definitely does not look human, more like some sort of metal claw- and focuses on doing... something, with it. It seems whatever he's trying to do will be fruitless at first, as nothing happens for a good while.
Then, suddenly, a small, amorphous, metallic blob materializes out of the air above his palm.
Unfortunately, such surprises him, and it disappears back to wherever it came from when he hits his head on the wall behind him in his shock and hisses.]
[meadow]
[Some time after clearing his trunk of the metal (there is so much more space in it now to store things, it's ridiculous), Raven can be found on the meadow floor trying to figure out how to properly manipulate it.
It's currently having mixed results, anyway: sometimes the summoned metal is poorly and awkwardly shaped, useless for anything really; other times it doesn't even seem to take on solid form before dissipating again; and other times it's fairly successful, the metal managing to transform itself into a gleaming, jet-black wall of sorts. Another gesture or two and the wall grows spikes before Raven dismisses it.
Progress seems slow for more than just being the pace of someone trying to figure out something completely new to them, though. Every now and then, he pauses to look over his left arm warily.
Huh.]
[graveyard]
[Here there are graves for those who have vanished from the tower, but no one else. Not for the ones who'd died back in their home worlds, not for those who had never arrived.
It's at one of the more out of the way sections of the floor that you'll find Raven knelt down in front of an unmarked headstone.
He would be fairly hard to notice if it weren't for the periodic shrieking sounds of metal on stone- of his forcefully carving something into the grave marker. Two letters: an E and an S.]
[waterfalls and ghosts]
[The setting sun casts a warm glow over this floor, where Raven stands motionless, phantoms drifting around and clustering not too far away from him.
The well-meaning might be inclined to warn him away from the floor and its phantoms before nightfall arrives in full, but the observant might notice that he seems fully aware of its dangers, as he stays always just barely out of range of the phantoms' draining abilities even while he listens to them speak.
Sometimes he responds. Sometimes, it seems almost as if he's having a conversation with them.
"You never did know when to quit."
"I'm sorry. I hope you're not too disappointed."
"I miss you."]
[anywhere in the tower with monsters; backdated to late night of the 3rd and/or early morning of the 4th]
[It's somewhat ironic, actually; what he'd once spoken to someone about before (practically preached, really, even in his taciturn way) nearly two months previous he now finds himself doing as well. It's cathartic, as he'd said then.
That is why Raven now wanders the Tower in the dead of night, ghosting around from shadow to shadow and disposing of whatever monsters he can with a ruthlessly cold efficiency. Despite the harsh bite of sword and claw, the howls of summoned voids to hold monsters in place, there remains an eerie sort of elegance in his movements as he travels from one creature, one floor, to the next.
Anything that might pose too much of a threat he avoids; he knows how to pick his battles, unlike some fool children who'd— no.
Perhaps, if he can make it even a little safer for those here, even for a short while... he might be content. Perhaps.]
Setting: Dormitory Room 1-16, Floor 25 (Meadow), Floor 48 (Graveyard), Floor 11, any floor with monsters
Format: Action to start, but I can match.
Summary: Attempts at figuring out and practicing an ability he hadn't been aware of until recently, then it's graveyard fun, talking to ghosts in what probably is an unhealthy manner, and monster killing.
Warnings: Phantoms in scenario 4, and monsters/violence in scenario 5, both of which take place through the evening/at night. Other than that... nothing but general angst, maybe?
[dormitory room 1-16]
[Anyone passing by, dropping in on, or currently living in the room might notice him wordlessly rummaging through his trunk, stopping to stare for a moment when he comes across what appears to be an odd block of some unidentifiable black metal.
Anyone who's seen it in the past somehow might notice that it's a fair bit smaller than it once was. It certainly doesn't escape Raven's notice, at least; after another short moment's study, he tentatively raises his left palm- which very definitely does not look human, more like some sort of metal claw- and focuses on doing... something, with it. It seems whatever he's trying to do will be fruitless at first, as nothing happens for a good while.
Then, suddenly, a small, amorphous, metallic blob materializes out of the air above his palm.
Unfortunately, such surprises him, and it disappears back to wherever it came from when he hits his head on the wall behind him in his shock and hisses.]
[meadow]
[Some time after clearing his trunk of the metal (there is so much more space in it now to store things, it's ridiculous), Raven can be found on the meadow floor trying to figure out how to properly manipulate it.
It's currently having mixed results, anyway: sometimes the summoned metal is poorly and awkwardly shaped, useless for anything really; other times it doesn't even seem to take on solid form before dissipating again; and other times it's fairly successful, the metal managing to transform itself into a gleaming, jet-black wall of sorts. Another gesture or two and the wall grows spikes before Raven dismisses it.
Progress seems slow for more than just being the pace of someone trying to figure out something completely new to them, though. Every now and then, he pauses to look over his left arm warily.
Huh.]
[graveyard]
[Here there are graves for those who have vanished from the tower, but no one else. Not for the ones who'd died back in their home worlds, not for those who had never arrived.
It's at one of the more out of the way sections of the floor that you'll find Raven knelt down in front of an unmarked headstone.
He would be fairly hard to notice if it weren't for the periodic shrieking sounds of metal on stone- of his forcefully carving something into the grave marker. Two letters: an E and an S.]
[waterfalls and ghosts]
[The setting sun casts a warm glow over this floor, where Raven stands motionless, phantoms drifting around and clustering not too far away from him.
The well-meaning might be inclined to warn him away from the floor and its phantoms before nightfall arrives in full, but the observant might notice that he seems fully aware of its dangers, as he stays always just barely out of range of the phantoms' draining abilities even while he listens to them speak.
Sometimes he responds. Sometimes, it seems almost as if he's having a conversation with them.
"You never did know when to quit."
"I'm sorry. I hope you're not too disappointed."
"I miss you."]
[anywhere in the tower with monsters; backdated to late night of the 3rd and/or early morning of the 4th]
[It's somewhat ironic, actually; what he'd once spoken to someone about before (practically preached, really, even in his taciturn way) nearly two months previous he now finds himself doing as well. It's cathartic, as he'd said then.
That is why Raven now wanders the Tower in the dead of night, ghosting around from shadow to shadow and disposing of whatever monsters he can with a ruthlessly cold efficiency. Despite the harsh bite of sword and claw, the howls of summoned voids to hold monsters in place, there remains an eerie sort of elegance in his movements as he travels from one creature, one floor, to the next.
Anything that might pose too much of a threat he avoids; he knows how to pick his battles, unlike some fool children who'd— no.
Perhaps, if he can make it even a little safer for those here, even for a short while... he might be content. Perhaps.]
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He'd never seen fontech like this before--well...that was right. There were worlds other than Auldrant. It probably wasn't fontech at all. He wonders how long Raven's arm has been like that, or how it happened...but it seems rude to ask.]
I see. [Ion crouches down to sit on his knees, so he can get a better look. It does make him feel much smaller, though.] Thank you for sharing with me, even though it must be personal; I've never seen anything quite like this, before...
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I wouldn't say it's particularly personal, really. I mean... [He makes sort of a helpless shrugging gesture with his right, letting out a breath at the same time.] It's there. It exists; it has for years now.
Much as I try to forget that it does, some days. [He adds, a little wryly, but it's true- if, over time, one paid attention to his overall movements they'd notice that the majority of them seem to exclude it, and that usage of it is kept to a minimum. Even the way he carries himself seems tailored toward minimizing anyone's notice of it.
...well, normally. Right now he's trying to fiddle around with that block of metal in his trunk, which obviously has some sort of properties tied to the arm... Perhaps, something like Eve... Ah-
The way another chunk of the metal vanishes into nothing, only to be resummoned a moment later as a metallic strand... It might seem like the Contamination Effect, almost.]
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Regardless, he realizes that maybe he's being a bit too zealous with his interest and friendliness and tries to ease up.
Ion switches his attention to the metal cube in Raven's hand, looking startled when it suddenly disappears and then changes form.] Wow--!
[He hadn't intended to bother his roommate with any more questions, but they come out before he can stop himself.] Something from your home world? Is...is it supposed to do that?
[So interesting...was it sentient and part of the mechanics that made up his arm? Maybe they were on some sort of similar frequency...]
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I suppose it is... [He replies, sounding distracted. Don't ask him, seriously; he really doesn't know the specifics of how it works.] I'm not too sure on its mechanics, myself. One of my companions... she can do something similar. [Though- weren't Eve's abilities because of the code she'd unlocked? No, that's right, she'd been doing it before then, just on a much lesser scale than she does now...
He flexes the digits of the Nasod claw somewhat, attempting to twist or shape the metal into something, but it only coalesces again and solidifies like that. It takes another moment or two of unsure focus and fumbling to manage to dematerialize and return it to wherever it is that it goes again.
Raven lets out a sigh of dissatisfaction.]
...Less crudely, to be sure.