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towerofanimus2013-08-12 08:26 pm
ambassadorasshat) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-12 08:26 pm
Never have I wanted to be more alone
Characters: [AU] Luke and [AU] Repliku, open
Setting: Luke: Mailroom/stairs outside [Monday], lower library [Tuesday-Friday], various floors/stairs [Monday-Friday], Lounge (floor 81) [Thursday]
Repliku: Mailroom [Tuesday], lower lounge [Monday-Thursday], Meadow (floor 25) [Wednesday], various [all week]
Format: Action brackets to start, will match prose
Summary: Catch-all event post for both of my characters. Luke gets mail, then proceeds to freak out about it, then has to deal with a herd of shadow children the rest of the week. Repliku gets his first piece of mail in 8 months and is also not happy about it. He gains fewer shadow children, and tries to ignore them by training in the rain.
Specify the day if you're choosing the 'various' prompt.
Warnings: WORDS, SO MANY WORDS, shadow children, some blood, possible Luke-tantrum, angst later in the week
Luke 1: Mailroom; Monday
[Luke had never gotten mail in the tower before. He knew he had a mailbox--found it entirely by accident while exploring, and was disappointed that it was empty. He checked it periodically, but it was always empty.
Until the 11th, when he opened it and found a small package, which he immediately snatched up and tore open...only to drop the whole thing, wrapping and all.]
Uwa! This thing's covered in blood. Who put this...huh?
[The jolt of hitting the floor jolted the item out, and he crouched down to get a better look.]
No...
L2: Lower Library; Tuesday-Friday
[The shadows hadn't appeared until late Monday. There were two of them at first, and they silently followed Luke around, no matter where he went. Shooing them did nothing, and his sword went right through them.
By Wednesday, they had tripled, and stopped being quiet. They clustered around him when he wasn't moving, whispering things he couldn't block out even with his hands over his ears. You're just as useless here as you were back home. You should've been destroyed along with the rest of us. Do you even care about us anymore?]
Sh-shut up, shut up! It's not my fault, I don't want to be here!
L3: Upper Lounge; Thursday
[Towards the end of the week, Luke is a wreck. He has no fewer than half a dozen shadow children following him, and he's looking noticably frazzled. If one were to look at his collar, it's extremely light in color, and his wireframe is about half gone, most of the color being concentrated to his torso, getting lighter as it spreads out.
On Thursday, he's holed up in the 81st floor lounge, curled up in an armchair, staring out the windows and occasionally snapping at his shadow buddies, though with less energy.]
Riku 1: Mailroom; Tuesday
[His first piece of mail in 8 months of living in the tower. And it sucked. It was just a simple photograph: a picture of him, Naminé, and Sora on the Islands, before things went bad. But it was wrong.
The more he stared at the picture, the more he was unable to shake the feeling that it wasn't him in the picture. It wasn't him, it was...Riku. It was him, he was Riku.
Right? Right. The tower was playing mind games with him again. Great.
With a scowl, he threw the picture back into the mailbox and slammed it shut.]
R2: Lower Lounge; Monday-Thursday
Go on, shoo.
[Whatever the trio of shadow things he'd managed to pick up were, he wasn't interested in them. They followed behind him everywhere, though two of them fell back temporarily when he turned to shoo them away.
The whispers started on Wednesday. Riku! Why'd you leave us behind?]
Naminé?
[You were supposed to protect us. Me and Sora. Why'd you leave?]
I-I didn't mean to! I'm right here, where are you guys? Are you okay?
R3: Meadow; Wednesday
[So maybe it was stupid to train in the middle of a thunderstorm. That didn't stop him from doing that, especially since the rain and thunderclaps made it easier to concentrate on his moves than the increasingly louder shadow childen, one of whom he was absolutely sure had Naminé's voice.
Not that it stopped them from hanging around him while he sparred invisible opponents. And it was too bad that the Aero spell was completely useless when it came to rain protection.]
Setting: Luke: Mailroom/stairs outside [Monday], lower library [Tuesday-Friday], various floors/stairs [Monday-Friday], Lounge (floor 81) [Thursday]
Repliku: Mailroom [Tuesday], lower lounge [Monday-Thursday], Meadow (floor 25) [Wednesday], various [all week]
Format: Action brackets to start, will match prose
Summary: Catch-all event post for both of my characters. Luke gets mail, then proceeds to freak out about it, then has to deal with a herd of shadow children the rest of the week. Repliku gets his first piece of mail in 8 months and is also not happy about it. He gains fewer shadow children, and tries to ignore them by training in the rain.
Specify the day if you're choosing the 'various' prompt.
Warnings: WORDS, SO MANY WORDS, shadow children, some blood, possible Luke-tantrum, angst later in the week
Luke 1: Mailroom; Monday
[Luke had never gotten mail in the tower before. He knew he had a mailbox--found it entirely by accident while exploring, and was disappointed that it was empty. He checked it periodically, but it was always empty.
Until the 11th, when he opened it and found a small package, which he immediately snatched up and tore open...only to drop the whole thing, wrapping and all.]
Uwa! This thing's covered in blood. Who put this...huh?
[The jolt of hitting the floor jolted the item out, and he crouched down to get a better look.]
No...
L2: Lower Library; Tuesday-Friday
[The shadows hadn't appeared until late Monday. There were two of them at first, and they silently followed Luke around, no matter where he went. Shooing them did nothing, and his sword went right through them.
By Wednesday, they had tripled, and stopped being quiet. They clustered around him when he wasn't moving, whispering things he couldn't block out even with his hands over his ears. You're just as useless here as you were back home. You should've been destroyed along with the rest of us. Do you even care about us anymore?]
Sh-shut up, shut up! It's not my fault, I don't want to be here!
L3: Upper Lounge; Thursday
[Towards the end of the week, Luke is a wreck. He has no fewer than half a dozen shadow children following him, and he's looking noticably frazzled. If one were to look at his collar, it's extremely light in color, and his wireframe is about half gone, most of the color being concentrated to his torso, getting lighter as it spreads out.
On Thursday, he's holed up in the 81st floor lounge, curled up in an armchair, staring out the windows and occasionally snapping at his shadow buddies, though with less energy.]
Riku 1: Mailroom; Tuesday
[His first piece of mail in 8 months of living in the tower. And it sucked. It was just a simple photograph: a picture of him, Naminé, and Sora on the Islands, before things went bad. But it was wrong.
The more he stared at the picture, the more he was unable to shake the feeling that it wasn't him in the picture. It wasn't him, it was...Riku. It was him, he was Riku.
Right? Right. The tower was playing mind games with him again. Great.
With a scowl, he threw the picture back into the mailbox and slammed it shut.]
R2: Lower Lounge; Monday-Thursday
Go on, shoo.
[Whatever the trio of shadow things he'd managed to pick up were, he wasn't interested in them. They followed behind him everywhere, though two of them fell back temporarily when he turned to shoo them away.
The whispers started on Wednesday. Riku! Why'd you leave us behind?]
Naminé?
[You were supposed to protect us. Me and Sora. Why'd you leave?]
I-I didn't mean to! I'm right here, where are you guys? Are you okay?
R3: Meadow; Wednesday
[So maybe it was stupid to train in the middle of a thunderstorm. That didn't stop him from doing that, especially since the rain and thunderclaps made it easier to concentrate on his moves than the increasingly louder shadow childen, one of whom he was absolutely sure had Naminé's voice.
Not that it stopped them from hanging around him while he sparred invisible opponents. And it was too bad that the Aero spell was completely useless when it came to rain protection.]