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towerofanimus2013-08-14 01:01 pm
sacrament_of_blood) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-14 01:01 pm
Entry tags:
First Blood; Arrival and Exploration
Characters: Merciless and you
Setting: Dorm room 1-17, the 99th floor, the 30th floor staircase, and the 1st floor cafeteria, all on the 14th.
Format: Prose, but use whatever you like and I'll respond in kind
Summary: A confused death cultist finds herself in the Tower
Warning: Blood, gore, decapitated head, possible crazy talk about death being a wonderful thing. Also, shadow child, but she's ignoring hers.
Room 1-17
The door's been left open. What looks like a teenager in a violet collar and the white jumpsuit is sitting on a previously unused bed, hugging to herself like a teddy bear the decapitated head of a woman with short blonde hair. Next to her, the introductory letters're laid out on the bed, and she appears to have an expression of deep thought. One of the shadow children showed up while she was still reflecting on the letters she'd read, and it's now next to her going on and on, saying things only she hears like "My blood's on your hands", "We were friends and you killed me", "You couldn't save your people", and so on. She's completely ignoring it, after a brief experimental swipe of her hand had passed harmlessly through it.
Floor 99
By now, she's ventured out to explore the floors below. The last two floors'd confused her and she'd written off floor 100 in particular as more foul trickery like the shadow child. But this one was so utterly unlike the other floors that she could only step out onto the crystalline floor from the elevator and stare around herself in amazement at the crystal caves. For this moment, her expression's filled with nothing but simple wonder at this strange and beautiful environment. Not even the ever-present shadow child could distract her.
Floor 30, Staircase
Blood is smeared everywhere in the staircase, which's littered with assorted monster corpses she'd dragged out.from the floor after being forced to retreat the first time. Said corpses bear wounds looking like something'd cut perfectly through them, and many're in a messy state of dismemberment. Much of the blood on the walls forms what seems like random scribbles of things like suns and houses and people and monsters. There're also illegible glyphs, as well as written warnings consisting of "The stairs here are fragile. Dangerous creatures prowl inside the darkness, some with an untouchable nature." The writings squirm strangely, seeming to change into more easily understandable forms as you look at them.
In the midst of this mess, she stands bloodstained, working on another set of writings. This one starts with "She walked though the hallways, and in the midst She entered the valley of death. Revelations filled Her eyes, and She saw the blood that needs to flow, the bodies that need to be broken, the world that needs Her bloodied touch. And thus She..."
Floor 1, Cafeteria
She walks in, blood covering much of herself and her formerly white jumpsuit from head to foot. To shut out her shadow child's tedious prattling, she'd plugged her ears with little bone pieces carved out from the earlier monster corpses, However, she's now removing the bone plugs as it hadn't done anything to block out the shadow child. Unmindful of her gruesome state, she looks around as if searching for something.
Setting: Dorm room 1-17, the 99th floor, the 30th floor staircase, and the 1st floor cafeteria, all on the 14th.
Format: Prose, but use whatever you like and I'll respond in kind
Summary: A confused death cultist finds herself in the Tower
Warning: Blood, gore, decapitated head, possible crazy talk about death being a wonderful thing. Also, shadow child, but she's ignoring hers.
Room 1-17
The door's been left open. What looks like a teenager in a violet collar and the white jumpsuit is sitting on a previously unused bed, hugging to herself like a teddy bear the decapitated head of a woman with short blonde hair. Next to her, the introductory letters're laid out on the bed, and she appears to have an expression of deep thought. One of the shadow children showed up while she was still reflecting on the letters she'd read, and it's now next to her going on and on, saying things only she hears like "My blood's on your hands", "We were friends and you killed me", "You couldn't save your people", and so on. She's completely ignoring it, after a brief experimental swipe of her hand had passed harmlessly through it.
Floor 99
By now, she's ventured out to explore the floors below. The last two floors'd confused her and she'd written off floor 100 in particular as more foul trickery like the shadow child. But this one was so utterly unlike the other floors that she could only step out onto the crystalline floor from the elevator and stare around herself in amazement at the crystal caves. For this moment, her expression's filled with nothing but simple wonder at this strange and beautiful environment. Not even the ever-present shadow child could distract her.
Floor 30, Staircase
Blood is smeared everywhere in the staircase, which's littered with assorted monster corpses she'd dragged out.from the floor after being forced to retreat the first time. Said corpses bear wounds looking like something'd cut perfectly through them, and many're in a messy state of dismemberment. Much of the blood on the walls forms what seems like random scribbles of things like suns and houses and people and monsters. There're also illegible glyphs, as well as written warnings consisting of "The stairs here are fragile. Dangerous creatures prowl inside the darkness, some with an untouchable nature." The writings squirm strangely, seeming to change into more easily understandable forms as you look at them.
In the midst of this mess, she stands bloodstained, working on another set of writings. This one starts with "She walked though the hallways, and in the midst She entered the valley of death. Revelations filled Her eyes, and She saw the blood that needs to flow, the bodies that need to be broken, the world that needs Her bloodied touch. And thus She..."
Floor 1, Cafeteria
She walks in, blood covering much of herself and her formerly white jumpsuit from head to foot. To shut out her shadow child's tedious prattling, she'd plugged her ears with little bone pieces carved out from the earlier monster corpses, However, she's now removing the bone plugs as it hadn't done anything to block out the shadow child. Unmindful of her gruesome state, she looks around as if searching for something.
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Despite the statement, she couldn't help but grin.
"It's exhilarating for a warrior to go into battle so many times though. All of the blood, the fights. Sure I've died a few times, but it all works out."
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She paused. "You have known death and yet returned?"
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She stared down at her hands, unsure what to say.
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"W-well, I can't die just yet. I have a duty to uphold, the very reason I was created was to protect my family." She explained. "How can I protect them if I'm dead?"
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Ah. There already was something in Veronica's words to give her a
convenient excuseexplanation for that intuition. She speaks up, "But you spoke of being born from death. Our guardian creatures are also born from corpses. You must be one of those, except that you can think and speak. Thus, there is nothing wrong in your existence."She seems to perk up after saying that, as if she had resolved the matter.
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Now Veronica didn't really understand this other world where Merciless was from. Her talk of death and war was a bit jarring compared to her own world. It was nice to have someone that understood her love of fighting though, and wasn't freaked out at the revelation of who Veronica really was.
She nodded approvingly. "Yeah, that's what I am. A guardian."
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She shook her head.
"Doesn't mean any of us are going to stop trying."
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"Yeah. We're going to go home eventually. Just need to find a way."
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