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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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[Unconsciously, Diarmuid pulls Ryoji a little closer almost as if to guard against those bad memories.]
I don't want anything like that to happen again so I am trying harder to make sure if I need someone's help, I get it.
[He looks down at the boy in his arms.]
Don't worry. If I need you, I will ask.
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Hearing Diarmuid say that he will ask for help helps distract him more, and he smiles softly as he looks up to him.]
Thank you. It's important to me that I get to help when I can.
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[Diarmuid holds the boy for a moment longer before stepping back. His hands remain on the boy's arms as a comforting link.]
Do you feel a little better now?
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[He appreciates still having a connection to Diarmuid. After everything that happened, he needs to have a reassurance that this is all real, even if he does feel better about himself, even if he's confirmed this is real a few times.
He offers a smile and a brief nod.]
I think I do... Thank you, Father.
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[Diarmuid reaches out and ruffles Ryoji's hair gently.]
If you are feeling better, why don't we go over to my room. I have some dried food and a few sweet things left in my trunk. Somehow, I think it will be much more comforting that what is in the cafeteria, and I have a feeling you could probably use something solid and good tasting in your system right now.
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That would be great... I haven't really had anything to eat for a while, honestly.
[He didn't eat during the experiment, and couldn't bear to eat more than a bit of oatmeal once the modifications were undone and his mind was his own again.]
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[Diarmuid stands from the bed and holds a hand out to Ryoji. He knows the boy doesn't really need his help. He is just being polite.]
You can eat as much as you would like. It's pretty basic, but is also very filling. And then you can tell me what you think of my cooking. The food was all done in the old ways like I would have during my first life. Things keep better that way than using more modern techniques I've noticed.
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I’m sure I’ll love it. It doesn’t need to be fancy to taste good.
What kind of things do you know how to make? And what kind of techniques do you use?
[He can’t help but ask a lot of questions. He barely knows anything about modern cooking, and he’s eager to learn more about the world. He always was, even back in school… though he neglected his homework.]
What do you think about wrapping the thread with them going to eat & Diarmuid rambling away?
Most of the things I am good at working with are the things you find in nature...animals, fish, berries, and other things like that. Many of those things I would just cook over a fire and eat right then, but when you don't have modern things like refrigeration, you have to learn other ways of keeping meat and similar foods from spoiling...
[And it's these ways Diarmuid will continue to ramble on about as they walk.]
Works for me!
And the truth is, he really is willing. He likes listening, and learning new things, and especially making conversation that doesn't involve all the terrible things that happen in the Tower.
He likes talking about things that will make Diarmuid smile, so he listens and smiles himself.]