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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.]
Re: Floor 81
Ah, sorry. It's not what I was expecting, so I apologise.
[To leave or not to leave. Hm.]
If my presence is bothering you, then I can take my leave.
[He may leave for another floor, or go to another part of this lounge to rest.]
Re: Floor 81
So, what, you're just gonna leave just 'cause I'm not what you expected?
[No, he is leaving her because of that.]
Re: Floor 81
...What?
He shake his head, hoping she can see his honesty.]
No, I just don't wish to trouble you.
[And hopes she can believe his words, too.]
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Do you really expect me to believe that load of crap? I get it. People like you who'd rather run away than have to deal with things becoming inconvenient.
[Kyoko readies her spear, erecting a chain barrier in front of the staircase. It can be broken down, although it would require some effort.]
I can't stand that kind of pathetic act, y'know. People who're that cowardly should just hurry up and die.
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Best case scenario, he'd break through the barrier and escape. Worst case, he'd die.]
But unfortunately, most people would prefer to live. Even if they're cowardly.
[In his mind, he's quickly shifting between his Personas. Which one to call upon? Someone who can withstand hits very well. Kyoko's appearance gave him a fiery impression...but he wouldn't know if she can use fire or not.]
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[Kyoko doesn't hesitate, not even for a second. She rushes towards Minato, her spear breaking down into segments as she whips it at him. Her intention isn't just to hit him with it, but to ensnare him in it. She wants to ensare him in it, to coil it around him like a snake.]
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...However, it seemed like Kyoko's spear ensnared itself around one of his leg.]
--!
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(ooc: I'm sorry this is so late! I've been sick, so that threw me off track. I'll understand if you don't feel up to continuing.)
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Before he hit the walls, blue lights appear as a fairy queen appears and catch him in her arms. Both of them hit them wall from the force of the throw, but his Persona's body cushioned some of the impact from his body.
But he can feel the blow from his mental link to Titania. Ugh.]
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She rushes forward, spear in hand, fully intending to run through Minato with it.]
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He's hoping to distract her long enough for him to switch his Personas. He would do it now, but that'd give her an opening to strike at his defenceless self.]