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towerofanimus2013-07-10 09:19 pm
scytheyouout) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-10 09:19 pm
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♫ ONE ♫
Characters: Soul and YOU.
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding dorm areas, floors 1, 28 and various other floors. Feel free to pick any floor you'd like. I will roll with anything you throw at me.
Format: action
Summary: Congratulations, tower! You are now plus one (1) Death Scythe! Have you seen his Meister?
Warnings: Accidental stabbings are going to be a thing.
► Room 2-08 | Dormitories | Various floors throughout the day ◄
[This wasn't Nevada. This was no where close to Nevada and if the letter by his bed was the real deal, apparently Nevada was no longer a thing. It was dust. It's a lot to swallow and he's hesitant to believe it without any further proof, but he is definitely unsettled.
After finding his belongings in his trunk, he quickly gets changed (seriously, that catsuit thing was just incredibly uncool) and sets out to explore his new surroundings.]
Maka's gotta be around here somewhere...
► Floor One ◄
[At first Soul figured the whole having to eat the oatmeal first thing was a bunch of crap. After he threw up his chicken nuggets he found that it really, really wasn't. Soul was hardly a picky eater, but this stuff was just gross.
He pokes at the sludge in his bowl, frowning.]
All right. Only a couple more bites and you're done, dude. You can do this.
► Floor Twenty-Eight ◄
[Now this was his kind of place. Instruments lined the walls, every kind of piano and keyboard was laid out in front of him. Acoustic, electric, and bass guitars were perched on stands and practically begging to be played.
He hits the piano first.
A sleek, black baby grand.
His fingers brush across the keys. He sits down and starts to play.]
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding dorm areas, floors 1, 28 and various other floors. Feel free to pick any floor you'd like. I will roll with anything you throw at me.
Format: action
Summary: Congratulations, tower! You are now plus one (1) Death Scythe! Have you seen his Meister?
Warnings: Accidental stabbings are going to be a thing.
► Room 2-08 | Dormitories | Various floors throughout the day ◄
[This wasn't Nevada. This was no where close to Nevada and if the letter by his bed was the real deal, apparently Nevada was no longer a thing. It was dust. It's a lot to swallow and he's hesitant to believe it without any further proof, but he is definitely unsettled.
After finding his belongings in his trunk, he quickly gets changed (seriously, that catsuit thing was just incredibly uncool) and sets out to explore his new surroundings.]
Maka's gotta be around here somewhere...
► Floor One ◄
[At first Soul figured the whole having to eat the oatmeal first thing was a bunch of crap. After he threw up his chicken nuggets he found that it really, really wasn't. Soul was hardly a picky eater, but this stuff was just gross.
He pokes at the sludge in his bowl, frowning.]
All right. Only a couple more bites and you're done, dude. You can do this.
► Floor Twenty-Eight ◄
[Now this was his kind of place. Instruments lined the walls, every kind of piano and keyboard was laid out in front of him. Acoustic, electric, and bass guitars were perched on stands and practically begging to be played.
He hits the piano first.
A sleek, black baby grand.
His fingers brush across the keys. He sits down and starts to play.]
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[He shakes his head again.]
Nah, that one's yours. There's four of them in here. Four beds, four trunks. Guess we have a couple of other roommates.
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[It's more of thinking aloud than expecting an answer as the two of them seem to be in the same situation. But he soon preoccupies himself with working the chest open.]
Roommates...?
[People who share a room, of course. But he hasn't actually had one of those and there isn't any definite feeling he has about it. It only gets Emil to deeply inhale before proceeding to open the chest. Emil reaches in to only feel some cloth-- clothes he's familiar with, even. The bit that's to receive the best greeting, however, is the rather long strip of bandage. He fumbles as he pulls it out of the chest and brings it up to wrap it around his eyes.
Thank goodness.]
no subject
[He answers him anyway. It's a question he was asking himself.]
Yeah, two more by the looks of it. We're the only ones here right now though. I don't know who the other two beds belong to.
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[And now he's going to just start getting dressed. Asking for privacy would be a bit much and even then it's not important.]
I'm guessing there must be other places to go off too. They might be busy or something. Maybe our roommates are people one of us knows.
[As, well, he's only finding himself hoping.]
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It's possible. I just woke up here, so I haven't had a chance to look around yet.