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towerofanimus2013-04-10 09:18 pm
frederick) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-10 09:18 pm
Entry tags:
ONE - keep yourself alive
Characters: Sol Badguy and YOU.
Setting: Room 4-08. Other places!
Format: Action, but I'll go with whatever.
Summary: One perpetually cranky fighting game protagonist tries to find someone in charge to punch.
Warnings: Possibly mild profanity.
[ Room 4-08
To say Sol panicked when he woke up would be an understatement. Both Fireseal and the Limiter were missing--he could feel his blood burning. Why can he not move? Sleep paralysis? You have got to be--every second that ticked away, he felt the fire burning a bit more and a bit more. Until--
Thirty seconds. He could move.
He did not even take in any of his surroundings until he smashed open the crate containing the aforementioned items and his own clothes. Thankfully the object was close at hand, so his usual solution of 'hit things until things are fixed starting with the closest thing' once again came to the rescue. Although in his defense, lacking those items did pose more of a problem than any other possible circumstance...
Headgear firmly in place: check. The feeling of fire and fury were quickly smothered, but not nearly as much as he had hoped. This was because...
Before him were various pieces of machinery and metals and other indecipherable items. They broke his sword.
...Was it to get it to fit inside that stupid box? What a pain-in-the-ass.
Well, at least he had his headgear and, possibly even more importantly, his RIOT-brand outfit. Alright. Now that he was back in normal condition (albeit minus a sword), he calmly and coolly-- ]
Alright. What the Hell is this shit? HEY!
[ Ok no he stands in the room fuming and ready to hit more things. Just what the Hell is going on here? And what is with this collar? He is in dire need of some answers. Maybe setting the place on fire will get someone's attention? ]
Hmm...
[ 1st Floor - Cafeteria
As much as he was loathe to admit it, he was not likely to get any information from any source but the other people stuck in this dump. So, he accepted he would have to interact with people. Surely someone here knew something and he could get on track to getting out of here. ]
Hey, you! C'mere!
[ ...Not that he was going to be polite about it. ]
[ Floor 3 - Library
After collecting the various pieces of his Fireseal Sword from the room and generally being frustrated with every possible response he would inevitably receive from everyone else, Sol found what he hoped to be the quietest and hopefully least likely to be annoyed spot possible (or at least he hoped, seeing as he stopped after immediately getting there and was too lazy to keep looking) in what appeared to be a library.
So, he sat down at a table, intent on putting the ridiculous device back together. All the while mumbling to himself. ]
Pain...in the ass.
Setting: Room 4-08. Other places!
Format: Action, but I'll go with whatever.
Summary: One perpetually cranky fighting game protagonist tries to find someone in charge to punch.
Warnings: Possibly mild profanity.
[ Room 4-08
To say Sol panicked when he woke up would be an understatement. Both Fireseal and the Limiter were missing--he could feel his blood burning. Why can he not move? Sleep paralysis? You have got to be--every second that ticked away, he felt the fire burning a bit more and a bit more. Until--
Thirty seconds. He could move.
He did not even take in any of his surroundings until he smashed open the crate containing the aforementioned items and his own clothes. Thankfully the object was close at hand, so his usual solution of 'hit things until things are fixed starting with the closest thing' once again came to the rescue. Although in his defense, lacking those items did pose more of a problem than any other possible circumstance...
Headgear firmly in place: check. The feeling of fire and fury were quickly smothered, but not nearly as much as he had hoped. This was because...
Before him were various pieces of machinery and metals and other indecipherable items. They broke his sword.
...Was it to get it to fit inside that stupid box? What a pain-in-the-ass.
Well, at least he had his headgear and, possibly even more importantly, his RIOT-brand outfit. Alright. Now that he was back in normal condition (albeit minus a sword), he calmly and coolly-- ]
Alright. What the Hell is this shit? HEY!
[ Ok no he stands in the room fuming and ready to hit more things. Just what the Hell is going on here? And what is with this collar? He is in dire need of some answers. Maybe setting the place on fire will get someone's attention? ]
Hmm...
[ 1st Floor - Cafeteria
As much as he was loathe to admit it, he was not likely to get any information from any source but the other people stuck in this dump. So, he accepted he would have to interact with people. Surely someone here knew something and he could get on track to getting out of here. ]
Hey, you! C'mere!
[ ...Not that he was going to be polite about it. ]
[ Floor 3 - Library
After collecting the various pieces of his Fireseal Sword from the room and generally being frustrated with every possible response he would inevitably receive from everyone else, Sol found what he hoped to be the quietest and hopefully least likely to be annoyed spot possible (or at least he hoped, seeing as he stopped after immediately getting there and was too lazy to keep looking) in what appeared to be a library.
So, he sat down at a table, intent on putting the ridiculous device back together. All the while mumbling to himself. ]
Pain...in the ass.
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[She might actually be considering this, Sol. Congratulations. You've effectively solidified her spot at your table.]
Solid idea, but I'm gonna need to find some sorta help desk to aim my strongly worded letter at first... Sure, the whole kidnapping in broad daylight thing is kinda suspect, but maybe they'll at least have enough heart to install those flatscreens in the elevators like I wanted!
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Staring.
This is the opposite of what he wanted. Why is she still talking? This is part of the weird torture experiment, isn't it? The babbling talking squirrel girl part. Damn it. ]
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Soo~ I'm guessing you're not a fan of television. That's cool! No big. Still think it'd be great for passing the time, though I doubt we'd get anything good. Maybe just infomercials... Hmmm. On second thought, maybe that isn't such a good idea. Girl can only take so many slap-chop remixes before she loses her mind, y'know? Hehe.
[Now she's drumming her fingers along the table idly. Time for a change of subject, Makoto.]
Sooo, uh, could I perchance.. y'know.. ask you a funny question?
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Yeah. Shoot.
[ Maybe answering a question will get her off his back??? ]
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[Alright, alright, he kinda looks like he could fit the description, okay? She's not entirely sure about this guy, but there's just something about him that made her ask even if she's fairly certain this isn't a match. Worth a shot, right? 'Sides, he looked lonely! Would've been plum unkind of her not to strike up a conversation~]
If not then that's totally cool!
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But LOOKING lonely? You crazy, squirrel girl? Although looking lonely and looking like an antisocial jerk are similar in some aspects... ]
Grimoire. A magical tome. An Idiot's Guide to Enchantment. Seithr? Old Norse Magic.
...Why the Hell are you asking me this? And I don't know anyone with tacky nicknames like any of that.
[ So says Mister Badguy. ]
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Ehhh, it's nothin'. You jus' looked like someone who'd belong to my world... But I couldn't even begin to explain why I'd think somethin' like that in the first place.
May have been the bitchin' choice in clothing.
Name's Makoto Nanaya! Nice to meet'cha!
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...Sol. Sol Badguy.
[ And that's it. What? She didn't get THAT many points. ]
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Legit?
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Uh, yeah?
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What sorta BADASS momma picks a name like that!? Frikkin' lucky!
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...Right. Are you always this excited?
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[Straight faced, to the point and without missing a beat.]