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towerofanimus2013-04-08 02:41 pm
semantating) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-08 02:41 pm
[o1] Just a little more madness to add the pile. ☂ Open.
Characters: Break [OU] and whomever!
Setting: Various floors about the Tower during early afternoon. BACKDATED SLIGHTLY TO BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS DISAPPEARING.
Format: Action works best, can't promise I won't be slow on prose.
Summary: Break has been here for a little bit and he's... well. Let's just say a bit displeased is a good enough word. Also, he wants information and he wants it now.
Warnings: Break is his own warning--seriously, he'll troll and manipulate and crunch candy at you. Just saying. Or he might offer you some! Who knows.
[ROOM 4-06; LOCKED TO ROOMIES.]
[ And so the newest in the room awakes. The initial sleep paralysis does not disturb Break; indeed, he is apt to put it down to his body, but as he refuses to NOT wake up, wake he does immediately once it relinquishes control to his breathing and eyelids, and other muscles. He sits upright quickly. His single red eye narrows. He finds the notes quickly, all in silence, and--
Crumples the the "your world is destroyed" note into a ball and tosses it aside like yesterday's newspaper, only the briefest flashes of utter loathing and disdain on his face. This collar. It had a purpose. He did not like how it boded. Was his Chain sealed? Could Vincent be responsible? No. He was sharing this room. Hatter was still quite active, he could feel it, though it was dormant as usual. And so Break wordlessly disappears into his trunk, removing a change of clothing and disappears down the hall to change.
When he comes back, he sorts out the rest of the trunk, grabs his cane and Emily, who is now on his shoulder quite happily, and he flops noisily on his bed, acting far happier than he had been moments before. ]
Haven't they put us with some interesting people, Emily?
[ Flop flop flop. He leans over the bed to look at his other roommates with a grin like a child, almost, unfazed by the world. ]
Perhaps they should introduce themselves!
[Floor 95]
[ So there's an adult in the ballpit. Having a ridiculously fun time, juggling some balls even, swimming about. Maybe he snuck up on you. Maybe he didn't. Either way, have a hello! ]
My, isn't this delightful? Who knew our captors were so concerned with keeping us entertained!
[ Grown man. Playing with brightly colored balls. ... Right. ]
[Floor 94]
[ Break finds the Dark Room particularly interesting. Photographs are not a particularly popular staple of his world, after all; they are just developing. If you bump into him here, you're likelier to notice his red eye before anything else, though... or he just might notice YOU first. Here, he desires simply to observe. ]
[Floor 1]
[ Bah, that oatmeal was tasteless, utterly. But someone probably told him to eat it either way, and Break isn't stupid, so he'll happily be pulling out a happy little tin of candies and choosing one now. Looks like a swell person to come talk to, this victorian-clothed man with his white hair, pale skin, and red eye, and that puppet on his shoulder... don't you think? Floppy sleeves, a bit of a slouch; harmless! ... Right?
Of course. And so he plucks out a candy and waves a most floppy sleeve to you. Come sit with him~! ]
[Anywhere else]
[ Just specify or handwave! Break is apt to wander purely to gather information, from the dorms to the elevators. ]
Break [OU] and whomever!Setting: Various floors about the Tower during early afternoon. BACKDATED SLIGHTLY TO BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS DISAPPEARING.
Format: Action works best, can't promise I won't be slow on prose.
Summary: Break has been here for a little bit and he's... well. Let's just say a bit displeased is a good enough word. Also, he wants information and he wants it now.
Warnings: Break is his own warning--seriously, he'll troll and manipulate and crunch candy at you. Just saying. Or he might offer you some! Who knows.
[ROOM 4-06; LOCKED TO ROOMIES.]
[ And so the newest in the room awakes. The initial sleep paralysis does not disturb Break; indeed, he is apt to put it down to his body, but as he refuses to NOT wake up, wake he does immediately once it relinquishes control to his breathing and eyelids, and other muscles. He sits upright quickly. His single red eye narrows. He finds the notes quickly, all in silence, and--
Crumples the the "your world is destroyed" note into a ball and tosses it aside like yesterday's newspaper, only the briefest flashes of utter loathing and disdain on his face. This collar. It had a purpose. He did not like how it boded. Was his Chain sealed? Could Vincent be responsible? No. He was sharing this room. Hatter was still quite active, he could feel it, though it was dormant as usual. And so Break wordlessly disappears into his trunk, removing a change of clothing and disappears down the hall to change.
When he comes back, he sorts out the rest of the trunk, grabs his cane and Emily, who is now on his shoulder quite happily, and he flops noisily on his bed, acting far happier than he had been moments before. ]
Haven't they put us with some interesting people, Emily?
[ Flop flop flop. He leans over the bed to look at his other roommates with a grin like a child, almost, unfazed by the world. ]
Perhaps they should introduce themselves!
[Floor 95]
[ So there's an adult in the ballpit. Having a ridiculously fun time, juggling some balls even, swimming about. Maybe he snuck up on you. Maybe he didn't. Either way, have a hello! ]
My, isn't this delightful? Who knew our captors were so concerned with keeping us entertained!
[ Grown man. Playing with brightly colored balls. ... Right. ]
[Floor 94]
[ Break finds the Dark Room particularly interesting. Photographs are not a particularly popular staple of his world, after all; they are just developing. If you bump into him here, you're likelier to notice his red eye before anything else, though... or he just might notice YOU first. Here, he desires simply to observe. ]
[Floor 1]
[ Bah, that oatmeal was tasteless, utterly. But someone probably told him to eat it either way, and Break isn't stupid, so he'll happily be pulling out a happy little tin of candies and choosing one now. Looks like a swell person to come talk to, this victorian-clothed man with his white hair, pale skin, and red eye, and that puppet on his shoulder... don't you think? Floppy sleeves, a bit of a slouch; harmless! ... Right?
Of course. And so he plucks out a candy and waves a most floppy sleeve to you. Come sit with him~! ]
[Anywhere else]
[ Just specify or handwave! Break is apt to wander purely to gather information, from the dorms to the elevators. ]
Floor 94
He just pauses on this floor for a moment, just surveying the area. He was actually heading on his way to Floor 96, as he wasn't in the best mood and thought maybe getting rid of a few nasty memories might lift his spirits. Still, he could have sworn he saw something move over there...]
boo
Such a tense atmosphere... am I right in assuming you are not here simply to develop photography?
[ Sorry for the lack of troll warning there, Ryoji, but he is here now, singular red eye, smile, and all. It is a bit dark an hard to see, but in the dim red light, that other red light does so very much stand out. Like the shining eyes of something you would rather not see. But it is harmless, intent-wise. For now. ]
/whimper
I-I'm sorry. I was actually on my way to another floor, but I thought I heard someone here. I didn't mean to intrude. If you don't mind, I'll just leave you be...
[He's ready to turn and head out of here, but he's keeping one eye on Break, filled with unease.]
I don't even know what he's doing anymore I'm sorry he's out of my control now
[ Oh, interesting boy, why must you leave? He'll follow you, you know--if you try to leave. He really shall. ]
Was it the atmosphere, I wonder? Of course you want to leave. Isn't it already quick thick? Then again, it is always so hard to tell when pictures contain so many words all their own, why, such weight and you wouldn't need even an album before it crushed you under it.
... Are you afraid of that weight, perhaps?
i-it's okay trama is always wonderful XD
And then Break starts talking in riddles and that seems to make things worse. This man doesn't know Ryoji, he can't possibly know anything about him, but that strange metaphor puts him on edge, and he can't help but associate it with the painting Pharos looked at with him and how difficult it was to even respond to what that smaller him said...
Ryoji swallows, still trying not to let his concern show, but obviously failing.]
Some pictures are easier to handle than others, right? Some of them tell good stories, and some of them tell sad ones. I think anyone would want to avoid the ones that tell such painful stories.
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As though he hasn't said anything wrong at all. Sharp as a tack. The Hatter tells him things about this one, but isn't it always more fun to confirm them yourself? ]
Some people have a habit of dwelling on the past. Then again, sometimes the past dwells on them. Do be careful in such a place; it might decide to change on you in an instant!
[ Break kind of moves a little nearer to Ryoji... then waves a floppy sleeve, silly again as ever, like everything is all candy and sunshine. ]
You seem to know your way around this dauntingly delightful prison; are you quite familiar, or was it forced memorization?
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Then what advice would you have for people in the second category? They don't seem to have much choice in ignoring the past.
[The next topic is still slightly unsettling, but easier to talk about than the past, so Ryoji easily switches focus to that one.]
I spent a lot of time exploring this place until I knew what most of the floors were like. Most people that spend a long time here have to become familiar with it.
You can stick to the dormitory and cafeteria floors, mainly. Some of the others have entertainment rooms and gyms, but in between those are floors filled with monsters.
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Monsters? Of what sort? Hopefully not the human kind, I should think! Such an experienced young man like yourself, I am sure you would be able to protect a defenseless person, hmm?
[ He's inherently fond of being in your inner bubble. Sorry, Ryoji. ]
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[Ryoji shifts back and forth on his feet.]
I'm not really experienced, I don't think. Honestly, I've been learning, but I'm still fighting mainly on instinct.
[If anyone's in trouble, though... he'll do anything to help them.]
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Instinct will only get you so far, you know. Especially if that instinct is to run away! Then you will be fighting yourself!
no subject
He offers Break a small glare. He knows that the other man was just making a comment, but it still bothered him.]
When I'm fighting to protect someone, I'm not going to run away.
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But Break just offers an unchanging smile in return. Maybe it was just a comment, but those comments usually had a point. ]
Oh? How can you be so sure? A great many people have said that, but they preferred to live to fight for someone else another day. If you are so loyal, who is it to? Those loyalties, if they are varied, will only tug you to run away from someone in the end. You cannot save every single person you "care" for, you know, especially not if they all need help at once.
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I'm loyal to everyone. It doesn't matter who it is. If I have a chance to protect them, I'm taking that chance. I don't have one specific person to die for. Especially not here, where death doesn't matter.
...If everyone needs help, I'll help who I come across. I can't expect to help everyone, but I'll do my best. And I won't run away.
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Haha... you are a stupid, idealistic little brat, aren't you? If you have someone you wish to protect, you will have to forsake everything else for that person... but if you want to protect everyone, you will only forsake everyone in turn, and cause them all endless pain...
[ He chuckles. ]
... Consider this some advice. If you let those ties of yours string you along like a spider's web, you'll find yourself devoured.
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Especially since Break mentioned that he'd make everyone he wanted to help suffer... he had been trying to believe that maybe that wasn't true anymore.]
I think I'll be fine. It's the thought that counts, and at least I'm not in this only for myself. Maybe I'm idealistic, but I can't pick and choose who I want to help, so I'll just have to do my best with everyone.
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The thought only counts if you can count high enough for it to matter. ... Besides which, if you have threads tangled around every part of you, you'll just end up nothing more but a wrapped up mess. You might want to watch out for the spiders who live in that web... because when they are through with you, they'll be following your little loyalties all the way back to their next victims.
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So... what's high enough to matter? And how would someone get the spiders off their trail?
[Ryoji's been trying to figure that out after the catastrophe with Ganondorf's allies, since he knows it's only a matter of time before one of them finds out who he's close to. He can't avoid everyone forever.]
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perception
and that is why he knows. He always knows, even if he is not entirely sure what it is he's seeing yet.
There's the same smile but somehow it's something
else
and it's hard to say just what's going on in here anymore. ]
You cut those webs to pieces and destroy anything still clinging to the ones left you can climb up--throw them all away, before they reach and ruin every little thing you think you can protect. Listen carefully. You cannot protect anything if you are not prepared to hurt anything else that would hurt it or you first. You must remember... your priorities. If you mindlessly blunder, you will just walk right into that trap again and again.
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I'm sorry, but I think I'd like to keep some of the webs I'm tangled in. I'm connected to my friends after all, and it's pretty hard to cut ties with them.
[Believe him; he's tried.]
So... I'm sorry, but I think I'll figure this out for myself, alright? I'll be going now. It was nice to meet you.
[Well, not really, but he's going to walk away before he tells the truth. He glances over his shoulder, still a little nervous. Please don't follow him, please don't follow him...]
SUDDEN IC MOOD WHIPLASH MASTER: BUREIKU
Why, yes, that IS confetti and candy. ]
Give the spiders some candy, won't you? I'm sure they'll be appeased for now! Consider it a picture for you to keep--goodness knows, boy, you are an idiot, and I am sure you could use it! ♥
[ ... And with that very strange form of last words, Break waves a floppy sleeve at Ryoji and leaves in the opposite direction making cheerful noises and tapping his cane on things. He's given the boy his advice. He's a dumbass, but hey, maybe he'll take it to heart. Maybe he won't. Either way, this one will be going on his watch list. ]