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towerofanimus2013-04-21 10:31 pm
concept_killer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-21 10:31 pm
Entry tags:
[partially open]
Characters: 1st Part: Satsujinki and those he killed. 2nd Part: Satsujinki and OPEN
Setting: Floor Twenty-Five and Cafeteria
Format: Open to any format
Summary: Satsujinki takes responsibility for what he's done under the influence of brain washing. With that, he is trying to continue as normal
Warnings: None
[Closed/Floor 25]
[Did he feel bad? Yes. Completely and utterly. But Satsujinki didn't let it bother him. That was how he had always lived his life and he wouldn't start letting things drag him down now. He was taking responsibility for his actions, even if they were out of his control. When he was just eight years old, he was taught that as long as he regretted what happened, tried to make up for it, and made sure that it didn't happen again, everything would be okay. That was just the nature of his abilities. Thankfully, in any situation he had been in, those he regretting killing always had a way of coming back to life. He'd count himself lucky on that.
But he had sent out a note to every one that he could remember. It said to meet him here on Floor 25. To be fair, he didn't know if he had gotten everyone's attention. On top of that, they might not even listen to his request, which meant he'd have to find them later. He was prepared for that.
Yes, waiting near the entrance to the floor, he was certainly prepared for the worst.]
[Open/Cafeteria]
[For someone who had just been through what was possibly the worst time in his entire life, he was certainly taking it easy.
Did the phantom pain of all of it still linger? Yes. But Satsujinki was used to living on the brink of sanity. Another large dose in his life hurried him closer to the end but he stood firm. His mind was already prepared for the kind of trauma it went through, mental walls already hard versus foreign invasion.
Which was why he was cooking. Considering the fact that others often wanted food not supplied by this place, Satsujinki made sure that there was extra. That way, if anyone asked, he would have enough to share. Not that there was a lot of variety. Meat aaaaaaaand...meat. But it was better than what was already available.
Feel free to take what he's already set to the side or just wonder how he can cook without actually seeing what's going on.]
Setting: Floor Twenty-Five and Cafeteria
Format: Open to any format
Summary: Satsujinki takes responsibility for what he's done under the influence of brain washing. With that, he is trying to continue as normal
Warnings: None
[Closed/Floor 25]
[Did he feel bad? Yes. Completely and utterly. But Satsujinki didn't let it bother him. That was how he had always lived his life and he wouldn't start letting things drag him down now. He was taking responsibility for his actions, even if they were out of his control. When he was just eight years old, he was taught that as long as he regretted what happened, tried to make up for it, and made sure that it didn't happen again, everything would be okay. That was just the nature of his abilities. Thankfully, in any situation he had been in, those he regretting killing always had a way of coming back to life. He'd count himself lucky on that.
But he had sent out a note to every one that he could remember. It said to meet him here on Floor 25. To be fair, he didn't know if he had gotten everyone's attention. On top of that, they might not even listen to his request, which meant he'd have to find them later. He was prepared for that.
Yes, waiting near the entrance to the floor, he was certainly prepared for the worst.]
[Open/Cafeteria]
[For someone who had just been through what was possibly the worst time in his entire life, he was certainly taking it easy.
Did the phantom pain of all of it still linger? Yes. But Satsujinki was used to living on the brink of sanity. Another large dose in his life hurried him closer to the end but he stood firm. His mind was already prepared for the kind of trauma it went through, mental walls already hard versus foreign invasion.
Which was why he was cooking. Considering the fact that others often wanted food not supplied by this place, Satsujinki made sure that there was extra. That way, if anyone asked, he would have enough to share. Not that there was a lot of variety. Meat aaaaaaaand...meat. But it was better than what was already available.
Feel free to take what he's already set to the side or just wonder how he can cook without actually seeing what's going on.]
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[She finally turned to look at him.]
Honor and chivalry are hard paths to follow. Legends such as my own build a certain pageantry regarding knighthood, and those drawn to it do not understand the reality of it.
Are you human, Satsujinki?
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[But he should have expected that question. There was only one real honest answer.]
Depends on who you ask. I'm either the most human person you've ever seen or a roaming god of death.
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Truly, I'm a human but that doesn't matter in the long run. There's nothing supernatural about my body except my eyes, which came about from a simple accident.
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If that is the case, you and I will have something to settle. If not, I want to know how you - a human - became capable of killing a heroic spirit.
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Sure, my abilities are the same, but there's no way I could hard you normally. I'd need something like a conceptual weapon. With that, I could be a threat.
Though, if you're talking about my physical abilities...
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You said the only supernatural thing about you is your eyes; it does not explain that attack you used.
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But humans have great potential physically. You just need to know the secret to unlocking it. For some people, they simply become something like a Dead Apostle, which immediately unlocks everything their body was capable of. For others, like me...
...well, I'm just the product of centuries of selective breeding. My potential was unlocked from birth.
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What did you ask me here for?
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[But there was more.]
But words don't mean much so I'm going to ask you to indulge me on a selfish request. Basically, until I'm satisfied that I've made up for what I've done, I want to do what I can for you. Be a bodyguard, make food, or whatever. I don't care.
I guess this is something honorable people would call temporarily pledging your life to someone.
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[She thinks for a moment. She had Kazumi, Sakura and Archer that would make food for her, but if he was a good cook, there was nothing wrong with more.]
How good of a cook are you?
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[There was a slight smirk evident on her face.]
There is another in this Tower that is my other self, only she has green eyes and tawny hair. She is often referred to as the 'white' Saber. Should you ever speak to her or address her, I would like you to call her Wart.
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The second part... [Pointing at his eyes.] ...how am I supposed to know the difference? Go around asking everyone where white Saber is?
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I do not ask you to seek her out, but should you come across her and know she is who you speak with, call her Wart.
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...I get the feeling it'd be bad for me.
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