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towerofanimus2013-05-02 02:11 pm
sicharia) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-02 02:11 pm
one.
Characters: Claudia and OPEN
Date: Through the end of April to the beginning of May
Setting: Floor 101, Floor 100, Floor 69, various
Format: Action preferred
Summary: Claudia looks for a place to pray
Warnings: None yet
Floor 101
[This is a nice floor, she thinks. Pretty. She wanders through it aimlessly, her fingertips brushing against the hanging plants here and there. If one were to pay attention to her manner, they would see she isn't; her expression is distracted, Claudia absorbed in her own thoughts. Perhaps drifting away into her own mind isn't the safest thing to do in a place like this, but at the moment, she isn't thinking about being safe.]
[Eventually, she comes to a decision, her gazing shifting to more focused as she does so. She'll pray, just as she always does when her heart is troubled and in need of guidance. She just needs to find a place to do so.]
Floor 100
[Claudia spends exactly two minutes on this floor before she makes for the exit. Her eye is wet.]
Various Floors
[She picks her way through an assortment of floors, trying to find ones that are both benign and largely overlooked. It's a little difficult, seeing as she is purposefully avoiding both the cathedral and the meadow found in the lower parts of the Tower. The latter isn't a place she wants to revisit right now, and as for the former—]
[Well, she doesn't want to pray in a cathedral built by the sort of people who would do what the administrators have done. That's all.]
Floor 69
[This is the floor she settles on. It actually feels peaceful here, and peace of mind is exactly what she's after, isn't it? It's a little strange, walking on clouds this way, but at the same time, it's almost enjoyable. It makes her recall the kinds of things she imagined as a child, when she thought about what heaven must be like.]
[It would be easy miss her pale skin and fair hair amongst all the white, and especially when she has knelt in prayer, so it's a good thing her dress is dark in color. Even more so when she doesn't want to move.]
Date: Through the end of April to the beginning of May
Setting: Floor 101, Floor 100, Floor 69, various
Format: Action preferred
Summary: Claudia looks for a place to pray
Warnings: None yet
Floor 101
[This is a nice floor, she thinks. Pretty. She wanders through it aimlessly, her fingertips brushing against the hanging plants here and there. If one were to pay attention to her manner, they would see she isn't; her expression is distracted, Claudia absorbed in her own thoughts. Perhaps drifting away into her own mind isn't the safest thing to do in a place like this, but at the moment, she isn't thinking about being safe.]
[Eventually, she comes to a decision, her gazing shifting to more focused as she does so. She'll pray, just as she always does when her heart is troubled and in need of guidance. She just needs to find a place to do so.]
Floor 100
[Claudia spends exactly two minutes on this floor before she makes for the exit. Her eye is wet.]
Various Floors
[She picks her way through an assortment of floors, trying to find ones that are both benign and largely overlooked. It's a little difficult, seeing as she is purposefully avoiding both the cathedral and the meadow found in the lower parts of the Tower. The latter isn't a place she wants to revisit right now, and as for the former—]
[Well, she doesn't want to pray in a cathedral built by the sort of people who would do what the administrators have done. That's all.]
Floor 69
[This is the floor she settles on. It actually feels peaceful here, and peace of mind is exactly what she's after, isn't it? It's a little strange, walking on clouds this way, but at the same time, it's almost enjoyable. It makes her recall the kinds of things she imagined as a child, when she thought about what heaven must be like.]
[It would be easy miss her pale skin and fair hair amongst all the white, and especially when she has knelt in prayer, so it's a good thing her dress is dark in color. Even more so when she doesn't want to move.]
no subject
[He sounds more like he's stating a fact than correcting her.]
Um. [Angra didn't exactly think this sort of thing through very throughly. He didn't really want anything from her, the only reason he bothered to talk to her is because he thought she was Caren, and that made him... What? Hopeful? Angry? Ugh. BI ] Nothing, to be honest.
[...
It seemed untactful to ask if she'd been kidnapped to this place after slitting her own throat or not.]
no subject
[Real impressive answer, Avenger. If not for the intensity of the pain wracking her body, she would almost thing he was not as bad as he seems. She lets out a hiss of breath from between her teeth. It's almost a sigh.]
Then you can be going now, can't you?
no subject
TYPE-MOON's take on the Zoroastrian Devil, folks.He watches her for a second, expressionless. Two seconds, three, four seconds of silence and the constant pain of his presence hurting her body. He'd gotten what he'd wanted to find out, right? She wasn't Caren, she was her mom. Then he exhales a small huff of air and then vanishes in the normal manner of a dematerializing Servant.]
'kay. Not like we have much less to talk about, huh? [There's the impression this is where he wouldn't have waved at her if he was visible.]
See ya', lady.
[Avenger, out.]