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towerofanimus2013-06-10 04:15 pm
awfulsentimetal) wrote in towerofanimus2013-06-10 04:15 pm
Palms rise to the universe...
Characters: The Spine and YOU... guest-starring Rabbit (Night)!
Setting: Floors 61, 5, and 28
Format: Action spam, but I'll switch to prose if you'd rather!
Summary: The Spine is dealing with recent events as best he can--as well as that creepy feeling that sleeping in his dormitory room may not be the wisest thing to do.
Warnings: Robots?
Floor Sixty-One
[A week or so ago, The Spine had been directed to this floor if he wished to see the sky. There certainly was a sky to see, but it was not the one he had hoped for. For one thing, there were far too many eyes. He stands just inside the door, brim of his fedora pushed up with a silver finger as he regards the clouds and mountains with evident suspicion.]
Floor Five
[As dangerous as exploring could be in the Tower, The Spine was restless, particularly after discovering that the sky he had been promised was as false as everything else in this place. It's beginning to get to him, this knowledge that nothing is real. Nothing, except the souls that he and his brother shouldn't by rights have. The souls that made death, real death, a possibility.
He finds his way to the viewing stations and stays there for a while, expression impassive as he stares at the ruin of his world.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Day
[The Spine can be found standing near the back wall with a guitar in his hands, playing as he quietly sings one of two songs.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Night
[Night time will find two automatons sitting close in the music room. Being surrounded by instruments is a great comfort, as is the presence of each to the other. They might not need to sleep, but wandering the hallways at night is dangerous--as is, The Spine feels certain, staying in their rooms where something lurks beneath their beds.
...It's a bit difficult to ignore the way some of the instruments occasionally play snippets of unsettling, unearthly tunes. No stasis time will be had this night for the silver automaton.]
{OOC Note: Tagging Floor Twenty-Eight: Night will get responses from both Rabbit and The Spine!}
Setting: Floors 61, 5, and 28
Format: Action spam, but I'll switch to prose if you'd rather!
Summary: The Spine is dealing with recent events as best he can--as well as that creepy feeling that sleeping in his dormitory room may not be the wisest thing to do.
Warnings: Robots?
Floor Sixty-One
[A week or so ago, The Spine had been directed to this floor if he wished to see the sky. There certainly was a sky to see, but it was not the one he had hoped for. For one thing, there were far too many eyes. He stands just inside the door, brim of his fedora pushed up with a silver finger as he regards the clouds and mountains with evident suspicion.]
Floor Five
[As dangerous as exploring could be in the Tower, The Spine was restless, particularly after discovering that the sky he had been promised was as false as everything else in this place. It's beginning to get to him, this knowledge that nothing is real. Nothing, except the souls that he and his brother shouldn't by rights have. The souls that made death, real death, a possibility.
He finds his way to the viewing stations and stays there for a while, expression impassive as he stares at the ruin of his world.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Day
[The Spine can be found standing near the back wall with a guitar in his hands, playing as he quietly sings one of two songs.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Night
[Night time will find two automatons sitting close in the music room. Being surrounded by instruments is a great comfort, as is the presence of each to the other. They might not need to sleep, but wandering the hallways at night is dangerous--as is, The Spine feels certain, staying in their rooms where something lurks beneath their beds.
...It's a bit difficult to ignore the way some of the instruments occasionally play snippets of unsettling, unearthly tunes. No stasis time will be had this night for the silver automaton.]
{OOC Note: Tagging Floor Twenty-Eight: Night will get responses from both Rabbit and The Spine!}
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[ She huffs, flipping some of her hair. ]
They can't just do something like that to an all-powerful witch..!
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Beggin' your pardon, Miss, but I'm pretty sure they already have.
[Helpful, Spine. Really helpful.]
Even if you could get your powers back, do you think they'd leave themselves unprotected from'em? Seems to me if they know what we can do, they're gonna be prepared.
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.. Not if we surprise them with it somehow. I intend on paying them back one way or another, they're not getting off that easily for messing with me!
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If I had the kinda power you say you had before all this, I'd just find a way to get home.
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[ It's more genuinely than anything else she's ever admitted in this place. But somehow she knows this guy won't make fun of her for it. ]
So I might as well take my revenge while I'm here.
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[Something they just weren't going to see eye-to-optic on, wasn't it?]
But for what it's worth I hope you get your powers back, if it'll make you happy.