towerofanimus | unchanging, the earth will always keep on spinning

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unchanging, the earth will always keep on spinning

Characters: Some death kid (Ryoji), a swishy-haired jerk (Sephiroth), and you!
Setting: Dorm 4-16, and Floor 14 to start, but the rest can happen anywhere else. Sephiroth will be training in the gymnasium as well, should anyone want lone encounters with him.
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match.
Summary: Ryoji has just woken up in his new dorm room, and is going about a 'normal' day in the Tower, though he does feel a little strange...
Warnings: Someone is messing with Ryoji slightly, so expect threadjacking that results in bizarre mood swings and paranoia. Ryoji's opinions of various CR may be slightly messed with. Other than that he should be fine this time around.

Dorm 4-16

Even though Ryoji had gotten that letter, it was still a bit of a shock to wake up in a new room. As soon as he was able to move, he sat up as quickly as possible and checked the trunk. Everything there was still the same. Nothing was damaged. It seemed so strange, to be magically transported a few rooms down in the middle of the night, but he supposes stranger things have happened.

He's a little embarrassed that his love-sick request actually got fulfilled, but he has to admit it isn't too bad. He's managed to at least partly forgive himself for brutally murdering Diarmuid, enough to be able to look him in the eyes and smile honestly again, and though he didn't know Lancer very well, he seemed nice enough. Strange, though. Diarmuid hadn't mentioned who his other roommate was...

He'll stay in the room for a while, just to get his thoughts in order, and maybe see if anyone shows up, but after a while, he's ready to go about his regular business. As he leaves his doorway, he pushes a bit of an uncomfortable feeling to the side. He felt strange, but he was certain he wasn't sick. It was simply an interesting start to the day that made him feel like this, nothing more.

Floor 14

A few hours later, Ryoji has already forgotten about that nagging paranoia, and is enjoying an animated film with some cartoon animals. He hasn't seen this one before, and is clearly invested in the story. His eyes light up as one of the characters bounces onscreen, and he's laughing at all the right times.

If anyone decides to enter the floor, he'll be a little too absorbed in the movie to notice them, but he still wouldn't mind a distraction.

Any other public area in the tower

Unfortunately, some of those distractions ended up going a tad awry, and now Ryoji's starting to suspect that he should have trusted his instinct this morning. He can be found on any other floor, but whether he's reading in the library or getting rid of some of the monsters on infested floors, he's keeping his distance unless spoken to. Then he'll shove his worries down and try to hold a regular conversation. He just hopes he's just having a bad day. His friends are still trustworthy, aren't they? He's just reading into things too much. Maybe he didn't completely get over how he acted during that experiment.

Threaded | Flat

[Miles Edgeworth had just come back from having a shower. He noticed the name on the door and thought that perhaps the new arrivals had started coming. Oh, well. Poor guy, having to come to an awful place like this.

When Edgeworth opens the door and he sees who his new 'room mate' is, however, he immediately freezes in sheer horror.

That boy, the one who attacked him, what was he doing here?! Granted, this was during the experiments - the boy no longer has a scythe on his head and his collar is no longer that strange pink colour, so there was a good chance he was one of the victims. Still....

Oh, and Edgeworth has his arm in a sling, thanks to you stabbing him, Ryoji. HAVE FUN TALKING TO YOUR FORMER VICTIM TURNED ROOMIE. IT'LL BE A BLAST!]

[Was he slightly disappointed about not getting the room transfer? Of course. Though Riki had been oddly cordial about it, so that wasn't so bad.]

[But did he expect to run into this person on his way towards Diarmuid's room? Hell no, and the surprise was evident on Waver's face.]

You're-...

[Diarmuid hadn't slept in his room that night. If asked by the right person, he would probably eventually admit to having fallen asleep on floor 100 for a short time while sorting through his thoughts. Usually, he does that kind of thinking in his room, but since having died there at Mami's hand, he hasn't been able to think as clearly there. Since floor 100 has always shown him his beloved home, it doesn't take long for him to make that floor his new thinking spot.

Now he is stopping by his room to check on a few things before setting off to make his usual morning patrol of the tower. His plans are derailed, though, when he sees who is sitting on what had been the empty bed in his room.]

Ryoji? They...they actually granted your request?

[He's not sure how to feel besides shocked...and perhaps a little sad since if Ryoji is here, that means Waver's request would have been denied. Still maybe it is for the best. That way his master's room can still serve as a place for him to go when he doesn't feel comfortable staying in his own room.

And it also means that he can keep a closer eye on Ryoji to make sure that Sephiroth doesn't do anything to him.]

[Tohko was cleaning up, sorting books, and going about her library duties when she saw Ryoji reading a book near one of the shelves. While there were still a few more books to put away, she never minded taking a break to talk with a friend, so she walked toward him, smiling.]

Good morning, Ryoji! How are you?

[After last month, Yukiko's been picking the lower floors when she wants to relax. The view from the higher lounges hasn't been as appealing as it might have been otherwise - she doesn't really want to think about what happened up there, though she's not really telling anyone that. Right now, she's humming something poppy-sounding to herself and leafing through a terribly generic-looking teenage girls' magazine she ran across in the library when she was looking for light reading.

She waves when she notices him, taking half a second to check her reflection in the glass before getting up from her seat and approaching.]

Oh, hey, Ryoji-kun! How are you?

Even if it is all just a means to an end, Minato shows promise.

If nothing else, offering some basic sword training to Minato had been a welcome distraction. Sephiroth still spends time in the Gym every day anyway and so if the younger man comes to the Gym on any of the days that he can be found there then it creates as good an excuse as any to get in some training.

Besides, training someone takes both body and mind to be occupied. There are no training swords and so if Sephiroth were to lower his guard too much, or conversely if he attacked too eagerly then it could prove fatal (though probably moreso for Minato than himself) - but that edge of reality to the training, Sephiroth knows that this will only exponentially improve the effort his student is forced to put in. Adrenaline must be managed.

It also takes a great deal of patience on his part, something that Sephiroth is getting better at. He must be flawless both inside and out. He must make himself so unaffected by EVERYTHING here that no experiment can ever come close to a mental break again. Also he must not ever lose his cool around Minato, lest his careful facade start to smudge.

Sephiroth wasn't so much waiting for Minato to appear, but stretching out his various stances in preparation for training. Whether or not Minato would appear today makes little difference, Sephiroth's own swordsmanship must be kept well maintained also.

Well, if he comes along the jail floor, he'll find Riku sitting on the floor on front of the cells, Highwind curled up in his lap as he lazily scratches the Dream Eater between his ears. He may or may not look just a little bored; day-shifts are just so slow.

...Though with the most recent of events, he supposes that's not a bad thing.

He nods in greeting when he spots Ryoji entering the floor - if he's feeling awkward about the fight in the Cafeteria, he isn't showing it at all.

"Hey."

Honestly how was she meant to spy on this kid if he moved rooms. Could you even do that?

When she had seen his name wasn't on the door she thought he had disappeared, and there was a grave for him... two graves for him that she had found. Stupid doubles.

However she did spot to Ryoji's on other door labels, and therefore was confused. She had decided just to look the old fashioned way and sure enough here he was.

She flopped down next to him, "Ryoji. I did be thinking you have been disappearing."

She looked at him sadly, the very picture of a worried friend. "Do you be being alright?"

There were times when the old woman needed to unwind. To get her mind off of the fact that she, a lifelong soldier, wasn't about to do the amount of fighting that she wanted to. In some ways, she was grateful that there was nothing about her own universe on the shelves. It left her with time to read plenty of novels about cowboys and outlaws that she could never had heard of in strange lands that probably existed somewhere but she would never know them.

She regarded the boy carefully from her seat. "It's been a while, Ryoji," she said, rather coolly, but not hostile.

Threaded | Flat

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dorm floor WHOOPS

Room 4-16

Library

RNG says floor 4, so going with that?