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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.]
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*Which is...mostly because he resembles Minato.*
But you...can't remember why you're guilty?
*Enoch knows that monsters won't come onto this floor, but he's never really lingered here. He's starting to wonder if monsters don't avoid it for a reason...*
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[Ryoji feels like there is someone else that he does look similar too... it's someone important, to be sure, but the name of that person is stuck on the tip of his tongue. After a while, he dismisses it and shakes his head.]
I can't. If I can't remember, it must not be important, but...
[...but it still hurts anyways. Ryoji lowers his head, avoiding eye contact.]
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*That...doesn't bode well.* Has someone tampered with your memory?
*Not that he expects Ryoji to know, but...he's saying it mostly to get the idea out there.*
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[He seems to remember something at that though. Did he...? No, of course not. It couldn't have been so bad that he wanted to forget whatever happened.]
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*He doesn't know the extent of Raphael's abilities. But it's worth a try, if Ryoji is willing to come with him.*
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[It is a little worrying that he can't remember what has him so distressed.]
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[Just give him a moment to get up. He's a little dizzy, and shaky with nerves.]
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Are you in any state to climb stairs?
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[Still, the hand is much appreciated, and Ryoji takes it until he's steadied himself enough to walk on his own.]
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Ah...was the closest elevator up or down?
*...He's having some minor problems from stepping out onto the floor, himself.*
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[The Tower may be fairly large, but he had thought he'd known the place better. He'd been here for... a long time, right?]
Okay if I have them go the long way just for the hell of it?
Of course!
[Ryoji willingly follows, trusting the older man to know his way around.]
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Still, though, at this point it would take longer to go back.*
Strange, I thought I knew the tower better than that...
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[He doesn't remember much about the Tower. He just knows it's big and that he's pretty certain he's gotten lost one or two times.]
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*Well, aside from growing. The trip to the elevator is long, but uneventful, at least.*
But having so many levels is disorienting.
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[Ryoji just hopes it won't get any bigger. He feels like he might just get more confused.
He stops in the elevator, and then turns to speak to Enoch.]
Ah, I'm sorry. I don't think I got your name. Mine is... Ryoji.
[It took him a while to remember, but at least he knows that much.]
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Luckily, Enoch doesn't need to think too hard to remember, considering he wasn't in there long enough to forget something so important.* Mine is Enoch.
*At least the younger man's memory tampering hadn't interfered with that much. Enoch just hoped Raphael could cure it, or at least help them understand it...*
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Enoch-san. It's nice to meet you! Thank you for helping me.
[He doesn't even mind if he recovers or not. It was a nice gesture regardless.]
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*He just hoped Raphael could cure him...*
You aren't feeling any more of the dizziness, are you?
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Oh, no, don't worry! I think I'm getting better, and I haven't had any more dizziness. Whatever was wrong must be fixing itself.
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*The elevator finally reaches the first floor and Enoch leads Ryoji out, towards the stairs up.*
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Are you alright, Enoch? Is your friend okay?
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I'm okay. Enoch-san is worried because I've lost some memories, that's all.
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later than late, feel free to ignore