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towerofanimus2011-10-12 09:31 pm
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Looking for harnasses [Open]
Characters: Suzaku, Arthur and YOU, yes you! He wont bite (much)
Setting: Floor four
Format: you pick, I'm indescisive
Summary: Suzaku has gone to floor 4 to see if he can find the harnesses that the window washers use, he is official harnass collector after all!
Warnings: Angst? Probably not but it's Suzaku so I might as well warn for it just in case.
Suzaku finally decended onto floor four, it took a long time to walk down all the stairs. Especially because on a few floors Suzaku had wandered away from the stairs, because he could here someone calling him. Arthur miowed a little when he stopped and let go of Suzaku's hand for a moment just to bite down on the other one instead. Suzaku barely winced, he was used to it by now. He walked to the windows first, looking out into the fog. He could see where they opened to let the window washers out but he doubted they kept the harnesses outside, he couldn't see them. A touch on his shoulder made him spin round but there was no one there. Suzaku frowned, at first he had thought it was his imagination, but it had been happening for a few days.
He didn't think he'd have much look finding them at all actually but he had to try. It gave him something to do anyways, rather than worrying and being angry. Every time he looked at Psiioniic he felt an urge to smash things. Home had been bad enough but at least he had been doing something, even if he had had his own part in making things as bad as they were at least he and Lelouch's plan would have fixed things. Instead he was here, in a place ran by people who could be even worse than Britannian's. Even worse than Charles had been, worse than the monster Lelouch pretended to be. Looking for harnasses seemed like a small thing, but at least it was something.
He moved back away from the window and started looking around, when he couldn't see them anywhere obvious he went around the walls tapping on them, wondering if there was a cupboard hidden there. A whisper in his ear made him spin round, "Who's there?"
Setting: Floor four
Format: you pick, I'm indescisive
Summary: Suzaku has gone to floor 4 to see if he can find the harnesses that the window washers use, he is official harnass collector after all!
Warnings: Angst? Probably not but it's Suzaku so I might as well warn for it just in case.
Suzaku finally decended onto floor four, it took a long time to walk down all the stairs. Especially because on a few floors Suzaku had wandered away from the stairs, because he could here someone calling him. Arthur miowed a little when he stopped and let go of Suzaku's hand for a moment just to bite down on the other one instead. Suzaku barely winced, he was used to it by now. He walked to the windows first, looking out into the fog. He could see where they opened to let the window washers out but he doubted they kept the harnesses outside, he couldn't see them. A touch on his shoulder made him spin round but there was no one there. Suzaku frowned, at first he had thought it was his imagination, but it had been happening for a few days.
He didn't think he'd have much look finding them at all actually but he had to try. It gave him something to do anyways, rather than worrying and being angry. Every time he looked at Psiioniic he felt an urge to smash things. Home had been bad enough but at least he had been doing something, even if he had had his own part in making things as bad as they were at least he and Lelouch's plan would have fixed things. Instead he was here, in a place ran by people who could be even worse than Britannian's. Even worse than Charles had been, worse than the monster Lelouch pretended to be. Looking for harnasses seemed like a small thing, but at least it was something.
He moved back away from the window and started looking around, when he couldn't see them anywhere obvious he went around the walls tapping on them, wondering if there was a cupboard hidden there. A whisper in his ear made him spin round, "Who's there?"

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The hero of time seemed fatigue, exhausted of his present torture and clearly troubled. Electrical shocks weren't exactly what he had in mind when he decided this place couldn't be all too bad. He was taking all of his compliments for this magical world back: this place was terrible.
"What's wrong?"
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"I'm pretty sure I'm just imagining it."
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"Like Poe's..." he muttered. The thought made him frown.
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"Are you alright Link?"
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"Shocks. It hurts."
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Once Suzaku would have been sure that ghosts didn't exist at all, but he was no longer sure about anything. He moved closer to Link and knelt next to him peering at him with a worried look. "Shocks?"
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"It shocks me when I do things." Bad tings, but he doesn't necessarily see them as bad.
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Because even Suzaku could see something strange was going on. He was hearing things, people were acting strangely. Something was going on.
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Did Link feel bad? Did he think he had done wrong? Of course not! What was the point of chests if not to open them?!
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"Link, those chests contain peoples belongings, their only things from their home. You shouldn't take them, if you want to steal stuff steal stuff that belongs to out captors, useful stuff that we can use to get out of here."
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"I won't open chests anymore."
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"You want to help me find out where they keep the harnasses for the window washers?" He could use all the help he could get, Link would probably be good at finding hidden pannels.
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The fact Suzuka needed help and was asking Link for it piques the hero's interest. Unfortunately, he knew what a harness was but he couldn't quite put an image to a window harness. This sounded very high-tech.... like something he would probably find in Hyrule. In response, he nodded.
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"A cat." He said out loud. He liked cats. They were one of the many friends he had made in Hyrule. He smiled, scratching the back of its ear. "Is it yours?"
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