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towerofanimus2013-04-14 09:12 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-14 09:12 pm
eleventh prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Czeslaw Meyer, Mami Tomoe, & open.
Setting: Floor Twenty-Five (closed,) Floor Forty-Five (closed), Staircase, Floor Forty-Eight, Floor Eighty-One, Floor One
Format: action, will match.
Summary: Kyoko has been turned into a humanized Witch and droned to boot! She deals with this by wandering around and stuffing her face.
Warnings: Kyoko has been droned. The full details on that are here, but the short version is: body horror, mentions of surgery and brainwashing, and likely violence, gore, death. When commenting, please specify whether you would like your character to meet Kyoko while she is droned, malfunctioning or "normal."
Floor Twenty-Five pre-event; closed to Mami Tomoe & Czeslaw Meyer
[Kyoko's still not entirely sure how she ended up babysitting this kid. This boy, who's more of an adult than a child, or so she thinks. Half the time he acts like a child, but sometimes, she can see that there's more to it. Something that's hidden under the surface, just out of reach. Something that she's not quite ready to try and grasp yet.
Although perhaps that's precisely why. He reminds her of herself at as a young girl. A such a young age, taking responsibility, deciding to protect everyone. Being betrayed by a family member; running away, always running, always making mistakes. Hah, even now, she can't stand to see someone else make the same mistakes.
...even so, she didn't think it would end with her piggybacking him up a hundred flights of stairs. She forgets sometimes. How fragile humans are. How easy it is to wear them down and all the easier when they're so young. She walks onto the meadow with him on her back, shaking her head.]
Really, I can't believe you're already tired... [She lets out a slight sigh.] Guess we'll just have to take the elevator.
Floor Forty-Five closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's starting to get to her. Being trapped in this place, feeling like a stranger inside of her own head. That's what Kyoko wants to tell somebody. It's overwhelming. She can't take it anymore. She can't stand this disgusting body. This putrid place. Being dead would be better than all of this.
But even so, she continues her rounds as her consciousness flickers in and out. She pushes all those thoughts down, focuses entirely on her work (her own work, not the work that they assigned her, of course.) Everything is simple as long as she does that, but there are moments like now, when she stops on a floor, worn down, that the clarify in her mind is almost a little frightening. It feels as though the freedom is weighing her down.
It's a little frightening, but she likes it better that way. She prefers that feeling of having her feet planted firmly in the ground. She likes being able to pretend that she won't blink and find herself in an entirely new location, covered with blood that she doesn't remember spilling.
So she stands in the observatory, stuffing her face full of nutrition bars, tossing wrappers to the ground without any care. It's a slight form of rebellion, a refusal to follow be neat and orderly as they want her to be. It's a slight, petty form of defiance, but she'll take what she can get.
A faceless creature appears in the window and she punches it, successfully knocking it off balance and coming close to knocking it off the tower entirely. For the first time in awhile, she grins before pulling her fist back to finish what she's started.]
Staircase; any floor
[It's like nothing has changed. She makes her rounds, up and down the stairs, every day she does this, and today is no different. Kyoko inspects what she can from the staircase before, seeing nothing of interest, works her way down to the next.
Really, the only thing that's changed is her form. Her entire lower body has been replaced with that of a horse (an unfortunate addition--it makes going up and down the stairs difficult, but not impossible,) the kimono draped over her with shifting patterns. Staring at them is painful, like looking directly at the sun. She's Ophelia, a Witch given human form.
If she were in any state to, she might think of Madoka. Madoka, who had been tortured, fused with a Witch, but she is not. Her mind is blank. She thinks only of her task. Of overlooking the drones, of making sure everything in order. Everything needs to be perfect for the administers.
Even so, if she sees a person, she'll stop to watch them with a blank look on her face--or perhaps, in those rare moments that in control and aware of her actions, she might freeze up like a deer in the headlights, still in the middle of taking another bite out of her nutrition bar.]
Floor Forty-Eight
[She's not entirely sure how she wound up here, not really. She remembers descending the staircase, remembers opening her eyes to take in the graves scattered about, but the exact moment when she decided to come here is lost on her.
She wanders, caught in a daze, her consciousness flickering, taking in the names on the graves. There are some that she recognizes--Mami Tomoe. Madoka Kaname. Kyoko Sakura. How many of them have come and gone? How many more would appear, just to be torn away again? How many more people were going to leave her?
The nutrition bar she's chomping away at has a bitter taste to it.]
Floor Eighty-One
[She's thought it before, but never quite so clearly: this tower is really tall. Stepping onto the glass that bulges out is like walking on the air. Whether one looks up or down or even straight ahead, at this height they're forced to realize how far down the ground is, how far away from everything they are, and with all of that, how far away from home they've been pulled.
It's hard to say if she's thinking any of those things right now, though. She's staring out blankly, her spear in one hand, the other pressed against the glass. It looks like she's zoned out, though perhaps she's just thinking.
Whatever the case, the tip of her spear is beginning to dig along the bottom pane of glass, producing an unpleasant grinding noise.]
Floor One
[Most of those moments that she's still "herself" are spent in the cafeteria and the kitchen--though that's surely no surprise, not to anyone who knows her. She collects nutrition bars, armfuls of them, consumes them at an alarming rate. One might be able to catch her in the kitchen, collecting them as though they were going to disappear the next day, taking large bites even as she does so.
Or they might find her wandering through the kitchen, bumping into things more than she should--perhaps even into your table (although, of course, she'll glare at you after doing so.) This body is more difficult to maneuver.]
Setting: Floor Twenty-Five (closed,) Floor Forty-Five (closed), Staircase, Floor Forty-Eight, Floor Eighty-One, Floor One
Format: action, will match.
Summary: Kyoko has been turned into a humanized Witch and droned to boot! She deals with this by wandering around and stuffing her face.
Warnings: Kyoko has been droned. The full details on that are here, but the short version is: body horror, mentions of surgery and brainwashing, and likely violence, gore, death. When commenting, please specify whether you would like your character to meet Kyoko while she is droned, malfunctioning or "normal."
Floor Twenty-Five pre-event; closed to Mami Tomoe & Czeslaw Meyer
[Kyoko's still not entirely sure how she ended up babysitting this kid. This boy, who's more of an adult than a child, or so she thinks. Half the time he acts like a child, but sometimes, she can see that there's more to it. Something that's hidden under the surface, just out of reach. Something that she's not quite ready to try and grasp yet.
Although perhaps that's precisely why. He reminds her of herself at as a young girl. A such a young age, taking responsibility, deciding to protect everyone. Being betrayed by a family member; running away, always running, always making mistakes. Hah, even now, she can't stand to see someone else make the same mistakes.
...even so, she didn't think it would end with her piggybacking him up a hundred flights of stairs. She forgets sometimes. How fragile humans are. How easy it is to wear them down and all the easier when they're so young. She walks onto the meadow with him on her back, shaking her head.]
Really, I can't believe you're already tired... [She lets out a slight sigh.] Guess we'll just have to take the elevator.
Floor Forty-Five closed to Naoto Shirogane
[It's starting to get to her. Being trapped in this place, feeling like a stranger inside of her own head. That's what Kyoko wants to tell somebody. It's overwhelming. She can't take it anymore. She can't stand this disgusting body. This putrid place. Being dead would be better than all of this.
But even so, she continues her rounds as her consciousness flickers in and out. She pushes all those thoughts down, focuses entirely on her work (her own work, not the work that they assigned her, of course.) Everything is simple as long as she does that, but there are moments like now, when she stops on a floor, worn down, that the clarify in her mind is almost a little frightening. It feels as though the freedom is weighing her down.
It's a little frightening, but she likes it better that way. She prefers that feeling of having her feet planted firmly in the ground. She likes being able to pretend that she won't blink and find herself in an entirely new location, covered with blood that she doesn't remember spilling.
So she stands in the observatory, stuffing her face full of nutrition bars, tossing wrappers to the ground without any care. It's a slight form of rebellion, a refusal to follow be neat and orderly as they want her to be. It's a slight, petty form of defiance, but she'll take what she can get.
A faceless creature appears in the window and she punches it, successfully knocking it off balance and coming close to knocking it off the tower entirely. For the first time in awhile, she grins before pulling her fist back to finish what she's started.]
Staircase; any floor
[It's like nothing has changed. She makes her rounds, up and down the stairs, every day she does this, and today is no different. Kyoko inspects what she can from the staircase before, seeing nothing of interest, works her way down to the next.
Really, the only thing that's changed is her form. Her entire lower body has been replaced with that of a horse (an unfortunate addition--it makes going up and down the stairs difficult, but not impossible,) the kimono draped over her with shifting patterns. Staring at them is painful, like looking directly at the sun. She's Ophelia, a Witch given human form.
If she were in any state to, she might think of Madoka. Madoka, who had been tortured, fused with a Witch, but she is not. Her mind is blank. She thinks only of her task. Of overlooking the drones, of making sure everything in order. Everything needs to be perfect for the administers.
Even so, if she sees a person, she'll stop to watch them with a blank look on her face--or perhaps, in those rare moments that in control and aware of her actions, she might freeze up like a deer in the headlights, still in the middle of taking another bite out of her nutrition bar.]
Floor Forty-Eight
[She's not entirely sure how she wound up here, not really. She remembers descending the staircase, remembers opening her eyes to take in the graves scattered about, but the exact moment when she decided to come here is lost on her.
She wanders, caught in a daze, her consciousness flickering, taking in the names on the graves. There are some that she recognizes--Mami Tomoe. Madoka Kaname. Kyoko Sakura. How many of them have come and gone? How many more would appear, just to be torn away again? How many more people were going to leave her?
The nutrition bar she's chomping away at has a bitter taste to it.]
Floor Eighty-One
[She's thought it before, but never quite so clearly: this tower is really tall. Stepping onto the glass that bulges out is like walking on the air. Whether one looks up or down or even straight ahead, at this height they're forced to realize how far down the ground is, how far away from everything they are, and with all of that, how far away from home they've been pulled.
It's hard to say if she's thinking any of those things right now, though. She's staring out blankly, her spear in one hand, the other pressed against the glass. It looks like she's zoned out, though perhaps she's just thinking.
Whatever the case, the tip of her spear is beginning to dig along the bottom pane of glass, producing an unpleasant grinding noise.]
Floor One
[Most of those moments that she's still "herself" are spent in the cafeteria and the kitchen--though that's surely no surprise, not to anyone who knows her. She collects nutrition bars, armfuls of them, consumes them at an alarming rate. One might be able to catch her in the kitchen, collecting them as though they were going to disappear the next day, taking large bites even as she does so.
Or they might find her wandering through the kitchen, bumping into things more than she should--perhaps even into your table (although, of course, she'll glare at you after doing so.) This body is more difficult to maneuver.]
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Sorry... It's a long way to walk.
Hopefully this is ok!!
So once she hears her friend's voice, she turns to look, greeting her with a smile which is soon replaced with a confused look. Huh, there was someone else by her side. It wasn't too strange, yet at the same time it was a bit of a surprise. ]
Hello, Kyoko. [ She gives her friend a nod and a smile before giving a nod to the young boy next to her. ]
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[She notes the look of confusion, chuckles and shakes her head, a grin on her face.]
Yeah, I know. There's no one around who wants to claim him, so I got stuck on babysitting duty.
[A slight shrug.]
This guy's name's Czeslaw. He's a compulsive liar, so don't believe a word of what he says.
[She's just teasing him a bit, really.]
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[Actually he kind of is, but that's besides the point.
Still, he smiles politely at her.]
It's nice to meet you, miss!
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It's nice to meet you. My name is Mami Tomoe. I hope Kyoko's been treating you well! Sometimes she needs to be babysat herself. [ She pretends to whisper this, eyeing her friend with amusement. She's only teasing. ]
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Huh!? I heard that, y'know! I can take care of myself just fine!
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I can see why.
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[ She gives Kyoko a friendly wink before turning her attention back at Czes. ]
How long have you been here, Czeslaw-san?
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She reaches out to pull on his cheek.]
And just what have I done to give to give you that impression?
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[He winces and squirms, whining as she pulls at his cheek.]
H-Hey! Quit it! That huuuurts!
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[ She laughs at the two. She's really happy by the sight. ]
You two seem to get along just fine!
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[And she does continue pulling on it for a few seconds more, but Mami's ego-stroking is suitably distracting, and so his cheek is only held hostage for a few seconds longer. Instead she nods, grinning widely as she slides behind Czes--]
Heh. This kid's seriously lucky that I like him. He's completely hopeless, y'know. He gets all these weird ideas in his head and talks like he's this big hot-shot, then he starts crying the second you take his bottle away.
[--and promptly sinks down to his level, her arms sliding around his waist and pulling him close to her as she drops her chin down on the top of his head. She seems to consider for a moment before amending her previous (incredibly exaggerative,) statement.]
Well, I guess he's not so bad when he's not running his mouth.
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[He rubs at his cheek, an angry little pout on his lips.]
I know how to take care of myself...