Wriggle Nightbug (
wrigurun) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-07-22 10:54 pm
Entry tags:
011 → We'll see each other again
Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Floor 48, Floor 32
Format: Action tags, tags will follow original taggers style
Summary: One step back, two steps forward
Warnings: Possible mentions of character death
Floor 48
[Wriggle isn't normally one to hang around the graveyard but today it seems like she won't budge. She sits by a gravestone, curled up with her forehead resting on her knees. Tightly held in her hand is a green hat. Even though it looks like she doesn't want to be bothered it might do her some good]
Floor 32
[The next day Wriggle is a lot more active and is enthusiastically carrying on with her training. Maybe a little too enthusiastically. She's practicing punching and kicking against the tree trunks but she's clearly exhausted. Her knuckles are bleeding and the bandage around her leg is scuffed and fraying. That doesn't seem to stop her though, and she keeps attacking with whatever energy she has left.
Maybe it would be best to take a break...]
Setting: Floor 48, Floor 32
Format: Action tags, tags will follow original taggers style
Summary: One step back, two steps forward
Warnings: Possible mentions of character death
Floor 48
[Wriggle isn't normally one to hang around the graveyard but today it seems like she won't budge. She sits by a gravestone, curled up with her forehead resting on her knees. Tightly held in her hand is a green hat. Even though it looks like she doesn't want to be bothered it might do her some good]
Floor 32
[The next day Wriggle is a lot more active and is enthusiastically carrying on with her training. Maybe a little too enthusiastically. She's practicing punching and kicking against the tree trunks but she's clearly exhausted. Her knuckles are bleeding and the bandage around her leg is scuffed and fraying. That doesn't seem to stop her though, and she keeps attacking with whatever energy she has left.
Maybe it would be best to take a break...]

Floor 32
[He figured walking in here would get him the exercise he needed without having to deal with all of the people in the tower. The island was small, but relatively big enough that chances of running into someone in its forest were small.]
[Or... y'know, not.]
[Judging by the bloodied-up girl in front of him, his luck had run out, and he'd encountered another person. However, she did look a little worse than when he'd spoken to her last. Then again, so did he. Tentatively and gingerly, he approached, not very good at this whole "walking" thing since his insides felt like they were made of steel wool.]
Wh-what the... huff... hhh... what the fuck... are you doin'?
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With her body so poised for aggression Wriggle's first instinct was to attack. She spun around, fully intending to roundhouse kick him in the side but her brain finally sparked to life just in time. Losing her balance she fell back against the tree trunk. Her breathing was shallow as she tried to pull herself to her feet again]
Training.
[Huff]
What are you doing?
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[If Wriggle would have landed that hit, it would have been disastrous. Gamzee's insides were as fragile as fucking china right now - kicking him anywhere in his abdomen would have probably caused him to double over in pain and promptly pass the fuck out.]
[As such, his face immediately drained of all color that wasn't already hidden by his facepaint, and he awkwardly stumbled back in an attempt to avoid her hit. Even that pathetic evasive maneuver was excruciating, and he ended up clutching his stomach as she answered.]
Recuperating.
[He raised an eyebrow.]
Ain't gonna get much combat training if all you be fuckin' doing is punchin' at some stationary trees, motherfucker.
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[As much as she tries to get back onto her feet her legs are shaking too much for her to keep steady on them. All the energy she'd put into her aggression was finally spent and she barely had the strength to stand. In the end Wriggle resigns herself to staying on the ground and props herself up into a more comfortable position]
I can make my hits stronger...
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[He laughed cruelly, an action he soon regretted because it made his insides start on fire.]
Then you all won't be able to be hitting motherfucking nothing.
[He moved closer, when he was sure she wasn't going to try blowing him up with her fucking feet again.]
Seem all like motherfuckin'-- urgh-- [He let out a breath and stopped moving for the time being. All this shifting was unbearable. He stood in place instead.]
Seem all like some motherfuckin' rage therapy if all I ever was to be seeing on it.
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[Yeah, she wasn't moving from this spot for a while. Wriggle looks down at the skin on her knuckles and winces, she had been so absorbed that she didn't realise how bad it had gotten]
I told you it was training. I'm not doing this to feel better...
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So, why are you doing it?
...If you motherfuckin' say on "to get stronger" again I be having no choice but to bust my own knucks on you, for real.
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Oh yeah? You wanna go?
[She practically leaps to her feet before falling forward again.
Nope, that wasn't going to happen. She grumbles and sits herself back down]
And why isn't that a good reason? I hate feeling so useless here all the time. If I was stronger I might actually be able to do something.
Floor 48
So, out of respect and friendship, Tohko had come up here to mourn a little over her grave..but her attention was diverted a little when she saw a girl sitting in a ball-like shape and holding a green hat. She didn't know the girl, but it was obvious that she was suffering the loss of a friend too, so Tohko sat across from her.]
Hey..are you alright? Did a friend of yours leave?
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Go away, I don't want to talk about it...
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Alright then. If you don't want to talk about it, I'll be here if you just need company in a little while.
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I'm not alright... But I don't know you, why did you even ask?
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I might not know you, but that doesn't mean I don't want to help you feel better. After all, it's always terrible to know that a friend's gone, especially nowadays.
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I-it doesn't matter what she was, she's just gone...
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It does matter what she was. After all, even if she's gone here, she's still in your memories, right? And if it turns out that she's not dead, your past relationship with her will matter.
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floor 48
It's why she also doesn't realise something is off about Wriggle today. In fact, the moment she sees the girl on the floor, she jumps out from behind the gravestone Wriggle is looking at. ]
... Boo. [ Okay, maybe that wasn't too convincing, but she's too blank to be overly enthusiastic. ]
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Hey...
[She scoots over a little in case she wants to sit down]
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No good..?
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No... better luck next time.
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[ She sighs - only a tiny bit - before she finally does move over to sit next to the other girl, drawing up her knees. ]
.. What are you doing here then if you don't want to be scared..?
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I was looking for a friend, I found some of her things in my mailbox this morning.
She used to hang about here a lot so...
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We won't find your friend by sitting, you know.
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But I already found her...
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