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towerofanimus2011-10-08 05:36 pm
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Entry tags:
first patrol | OPEN
Characters: Sora and yooou. Seriously she's poking her head into every room, you can meet her in two tags if you want.
Setting: various.
Format: Your choice. <3
Summary: Superheroes should be proactive, especially in the face of great peril. Minutes after waking up, a newly-arrived Sora wanders the tower.
Warnings: None so far!
Sora is a slow waker at the best of times, and a worse one when she's been kidnapped and moved to somewhere that isn't her hideout and her alarm clock, so it isn't until she sits up, calls out the names of several of her major villainous counterparts hopefully (they're usually nice enough to stay nearby when she wakes up, in case she has questions like 'where am I' and 'what have you done with my friends'), and does two circuits of the room that she notices the paper on the table.
When she reads it, it's all she can do not to scream. This lasts for a while, this struggle with self-control and vocal chords, so her legs thoughtfully buckle and she ends up back on the edge of her bed, clutching the note on her lap. Her world. It's too big a concept for her to wrap her head around. All those people. She tries to imagine it, and what could have caused it, and fails. Several times. She blames herself, then stops, then the guilt is shoved down into a part of her mind full of childhood memories and unpleasant thoughts.
Deep breaths. If she's here, Sora, an insignificant girl from Manhattan, then that means others have to be here.
X never warned me is her next thought, but she dismisses it as unworthy of a knight and a hero. It's not her mysterious masked benefactor's fault. It never is. No villains have turned up either, which means she's free to look around. And she means to do exactly that; she is going to search this place, wherever it is, until she keels over from exhaustion. And then she'll start again.
She doesn't notice the trunk until she stubs her toe on it, but once she's got it open, she lets herself cry a little bit. Then she carefully stacks the photos at the bottom, and tucks them underneath some shirts and her socks. The cape and her costume she takes out, mask tied in place, boots and gloves on, cape swirling down to the back of her knees. The gauntlet she fits to her left hand, and even though it isn't armed right now, it makes her feel better. Closer to the others. Armoured, she feels more confident, and sets out into the corridor.
Sora plans to open every single door in this tower, just on the offchance her friends are behind it.
But they aren't. You are. Hello there.
Setting: various.
Format: Your choice. <3
Summary: Superheroes should be proactive, especially in the face of great peril. Minutes after waking up, a newly-arrived Sora wanders the tower.
Warnings: None so far!
Sora is a slow waker at the best of times, and a worse one when she's been kidnapped and moved to somewhere that isn't her hideout and her alarm clock, so it isn't until she sits up, calls out the names of several of her major villainous counterparts hopefully (they're usually nice enough to stay nearby when she wakes up, in case she has questions like 'where am I' and 'what have you done with my friends'), and does two circuits of the room that she notices the paper on the table.
When she reads it, it's all she can do not to scream. This lasts for a while, this struggle with self-control and vocal chords, so her legs thoughtfully buckle and she ends up back on the edge of her bed, clutching the note on her lap. Her world. It's too big a concept for her to wrap her head around. All those people. She tries to imagine it, and what could have caused it, and fails. Several times. She blames herself, then stops, then the guilt is shoved down into a part of her mind full of childhood memories and unpleasant thoughts.
Deep breaths. If she's here, Sora, an insignificant girl from Manhattan, then that means others have to be here.
X never warned me is her next thought, but she dismisses it as unworthy of a knight and a hero. It's not her mysterious masked benefactor's fault. It never is. No villains have turned up either, which means she's free to look around. And she means to do exactly that; she is going to search this place, wherever it is, until she keels over from exhaustion. And then she'll start again.
She doesn't notice the trunk until she stubs her toe on it, but once she's got it open, she lets herself cry a little bit. Then she carefully stacks the photos at the bottom, and tucks them underneath some shirts and her socks. The cape and her costume she takes out, mask tied in place, boots and gloves on, cape swirling down to the back of her knees. The gauntlet she fits to her left hand, and even though it isn't armed right now, it makes her feel better. Closer to the others. Armoured, she feels more confident, and sets out into the corridor.
Sora plans to open every single door in this tower, just on the offchance her friends are behind it.
But they aren't. You are. Hello there.
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And, because they'd met over a minute ago, she and Suzaku were friends. So when he looked away, going quiet and sullen, she stopped. Stared, for a moment, and ran around the few steps to stand in front of him. Frowning up, an immoveable object of determination.
"I won't change my vow, even if this isn't my world. I won't. So... You can believe in me, okay? You don't have to be sad. I promise."
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"So is it just two friends you are looking for or were there more?" There were a lot of people in the tower, and Suzaku knew even if they went to every floor they would still end up missing some people.