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towerofanimus2013-04-23 06:51 pm
notsogrimreaper) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-23 06:51 pm
we've come back here to rebuild
Characters: Ryoji Mochizuki and you!
Setting: Dorm 4-12 and Floor 96. Various floors for B.
Format: Any, I'll match you!
Summary: Ryoji's a bit broken down after recent events, and it seems that dealing with it alone isn't working, as much as he wishes it was.
Warnings: What you'd expect from a panicky, emotional teenager. Some blood and violence, and maybe some suicidal thoughts.
A: Dorm 4-12
[Once the modifications had been undone, Ryoji had ended up trudging back to his room. For a moment, it almost seemed as if he was still droned, from his blank expression and the slow, deliberate movements. Honestly, though, he had just shut himself down, deciding that feeling numb was better than feeling anything else.
Occasionally, bursts of emotion still flooded over the wall he'd hastily set up. After all, he remembered everything, and that included every person he had injured or murdered. It would have been easier on him if he had ended their lives quickly and painlessly, but for some reason, in that state, he was completely different from how he usually was, believing that suffering should be prolonged rather than cut short.
It was during one of these bouts of depression that he decids to check his trunk. As childish as it was to rely on that silly Jack Frost toy for comfort, it was soothing to hug that toy, to hold something, if only to reassure himself that he did still exist. He died and he still existed, as much as he didn't want to. Everyone else still existed too, right?
When he opens the chest, however, his eyes are drawn not to the cheerful plush Persona, but to something that hadn't been there before. They look like some red bits of stone. Bewildered, Ryoji reaches over to grab a piece, turning it over in his hands... until he spots that outline chiseled onto the rock.
He stares, and Minato's unseeing eye stares back at him, though it is splattered with blood that has dripped onto the toy he was looking for.
Ryoji tries to muffle his sobs in his pillow instead.]
B: Various monster floors
[It seemed like a lot of people relied on fighting the creatures around the Tower to blow off steam. Ryoji did it occasionally too, if only because knowing that he was getting rid of something that could kill the residents helped make him feel that maybe he did have a purpose here. Maybe he could help sometimes.
Still, every time he stabs a monster, it's Diarmuid's face that is twisted in pain instead of a clearly inhuman face. It is Cecil's scream that he hears instead of a demonic screech. It isn't long before Ryoji has to retreat.]
C: Floor 96
[He knows it's a bad idea for him to come here, but he's careful. He doesn't stay too long. All he does is stay until the pain goes away. This time, though, even when the memories start to dissipate, he knows. He knows he should be sad, and guilty, and hopeless, but he just doesn't know why.
He knows he should leave, before he does permanent damage to himself, but he can stay for a few more minutes, right? Just a few more minutes, until he forgets the emotions along with the reasons behind them.]
Setting: Dorm 4-12 and Floor 96. Various floors for B.
Format: Any, I'll match you!
Summary: Ryoji's a bit broken down after recent events, and it seems that dealing with it alone isn't working, as much as he wishes it was.
Warnings: What you'd expect from a panicky, emotional teenager. Some blood and violence, and maybe some suicidal thoughts.
A: Dorm 4-12
[Once the modifications had been undone, Ryoji had ended up trudging back to his room. For a moment, it almost seemed as if he was still droned, from his blank expression and the slow, deliberate movements. Honestly, though, he had just shut himself down, deciding that feeling numb was better than feeling anything else.
Occasionally, bursts of emotion still flooded over the wall he'd hastily set up. After all, he remembered everything, and that included every person he had injured or murdered. It would have been easier on him if he had ended their lives quickly and painlessly, but for some reason, in that state, he was completely different from how he usually was, believing that suffering should be prolonged rather than cut short.
It was during one of these bouts of depression that he decids to check his trunk. As childish as it was to rely on that silly Jack Frost toy for comfort, it was soothing to hug that toy, to hold something, if only to reassure himself that he did still exist. He died and he still existed, as much as he didn't want to. Everyone else still existed too, right?
When he opens the chest, however, his eyes are drawn not to the cheerful plush Persona, but to something that hadn't been there before. They look like some red bits of stone. Bewildered, Ryoji reaches over to grab a piece, turning it over in his hands... until he spots that outline chiseled onto the rock.
He stares, and Minato's unseeing eye stares back at him, though it is splattered with blood that has dripped onto the toy he was looking for.
Ryoji tries to muffle his sobs in his pillow instead.]
B: Various monster floors
[It seemed like a lot of people relied on fighting the creatures around the Tower to blow off steam. Ryoji did it occasionally too, if only because knowing that he was getting rid of something that could kill the residents helped make him feel that maybe he did have a purpose here. Maybe he could help sometimes.
Still, every time he stabs a monster, it's Diarmuid's face that is twisted in pain instead of a clearly inhuman face. It is Cecil's scream that he hears instead of a demonic screech. It isn't long before Ryoji has to retreat.]
C: Floor 96
[He knows it's a bad idea for him to come here, but he's careful. He doesn't stay too long. All he does is stay until the pain goes away. This time, though, even when the memories start to dissipate, he knows. He knows he should be sad, and guilty, and hopeless, but he just doesn't know why.
He knows he should leave, before he does permanent damage to himself, but he can stay for a few more minutes, right? Just a few more minutes, until he forgets the emotions along with the reasons behind them.]
C
It would be polite to leave him be, as he doesn't look like he wants to socialize. But if something happened to him, it wouldn't just be guilt to deal with. This is a situation where he can help, and he will.
So, he approaches courteously.]
Mochizuki, you okay?
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He shifts his chair away, shaking his head.]
I... I don't know anymore. I think I did something wrong, but I can't remember what.
[Only a matter of time before he forgets the feeling too, right?]
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[Akihiko scratches at his head idly.]
Oh. You were brainwashed, weren't you?
[It was a mess. If Ryoji was effected, perhaps his memories of it were erased by the admins. It made sense. Especially with...who was in charge again? Did it matter though? All of them were cruel, and they'd lost the one on their side...]
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Did something happen here? Actually... where are we, anyways? It feels sad here, but I don't know why...
[It's probably clear now that this kind of erasure wasn't caused by the admins. Even if they wanted to get rid of his memories, would they really make him forget where he even is?]
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We're in a tower somewhere.
[Akihiko looks back to the stairwell. They should go.]
We need to get to out of here, Mochizuki...
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[...He remembers a tower, doesn't he? Why can't he remember the name though, or why it was so scary to him?
For some reason, that last bit scares Ryoji even more, though he has no idea why.]
But why? I like it here. Why do we have to leave?
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...It's not dangerous here? This place isn't always safe.
[The way Ryoji replies, and the fact that he doesn't know the boy very well are not helpful to the situation, or to figuring out the trick of this floor.]
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[He does remember he had to keep checking the time, but he doesn't recall why that was important. He fidgets slightly on the chair, considering the situation.]
Maybe you should relax? I can let you sit down for a while. We can just... talk.
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[If something does come out to fight them, it'll be two against one in the ideal situation. He settles down on the floor, smoothing his hand over it to make sure that it is indeed the floor and not something terrible.
Talking's fine.]
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Oh. I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name.
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[This is more serious than he thought. What did they do to him? It looks like they erased too much. He's forgotten himself, and that's not right.
But Akihiko doesn't realize that he's beginning to forget things too. It's not serious yet -- just simple things like who was running the tower now, what he ate for lunch, what he earlier in the day -- but he doesn't realize the long term effects.]
Akihiko Sanada. You don't remember me?
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No, I don't. Have we met before?
[He's trying to push through that haze in his mind and see if he can place this face, but somehow, trying to do so just makes the emotions more overwhelming.]
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Oh. You must come from a time before we met. No wonder you don't recognize me. You must be new to the tower. It might sound strange, but your future self is here too.
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[Strange though, imagining that there are three... wait, two... of him in the tower.]
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I can start to see why you like it here. At first the room seems kind of eerie, but it's actually pretty calm. I've never felt as relaxed as I am right now.
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[And that isn't by choice. All of this happened only a short time ago, but it's as fuzzy as...something else that had happened. He scratches near the bandages on his face. He'd lost his eye recently, right?]
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[Ryoji looks up at the bandages, a little more worried now.]
Did you hurt your eye?