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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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... I'm sorry.
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[And then there's that question, the question she honestly doesn't know how to answer.
Technically, she's been a weapon her whole life. She just didn't know it.]
... Not very long. I transformed once just before I came here, but it's been happening a lot since I've been here. [Since she's been here, Maka wakes with her blades caught in her mattress almost every day. And now she's hurt Soul, because she can't control herself.]