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towerofanimus2013-09-07 03:27 pm
terra_nullius) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-07 03:27 pm
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Characters: Terra-Xehanort and anyone who wants to find him
Setting: Dorm Room 1-08, Floor 99, Floor 83, Floor 47, Floor 77, and the Elevator and Cafeteria.
Format: Will match whatever you reply with.
Summary: Terra-Xehanort wakes up and has no clue what's going on so it's clearly time to explore.
Warnings: None currently.feels weird not to use the xehanort warning
Room 1-08
[When the sleep paralysis finally wears off he curls, clutching his head briefly as though fighting off a rather nasty headache. A few minutes later he uncurls, sitting up and looking around in confusion.
Nothing looks familiar, but that isn't saying much. Words come to mind to describe the surroundings... but his mind is blank. Completely. No memories spring forth to tell him what is going on. The pages left to him give no solace, merely stating that whatever he didn't remember has been destroyed.
Slowly he gets up, a bit unsteadily at first as he attempts to find his footing. There has to be people around. Perhaps they knew what was going on]
Floor 99
[It's exciting at first, as there's so much to look at, and he eagerly wanders over to the prominent formations to take a look. Examining the crystals here proves to be a bit painful, try as he might. There's something about the infinite depths, however, that sticks in his mind even as it hurts his eyes. However, there are plenty of spots to sit, or even curl up if one doesn't mind the dampness. He finds one such spot and claims it for his own, resting his arms on his knees and his chin on his forearms as he tries to think more about what's going on.
Of course, nothing comes of it. What does one expect from the void?]
Floor 83
[Oh... something that isn't a white skin-tight jumpsuit that leaves little to the imagination. This seems like a good idea, though he's not picky. He begins to stort through the piles of clothes, looking for something roughly his size. Whatever that his. He holds up random shirts against his chest, checking to see how big they are, before continuing on his search through the massive piles.]
Floor 77
[This looks vaguely relaxing. He's not sure if he was ever interested in this sort of thing, but for the moment it seems like a nice idea. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, so he pushes into the mixed area. The locker there surprises him, as if they were expecting him... ah, but then again, they clearly must have been, if he was here instead of whatever passed for the ruin of where he came from. Tying a towel around his waist he pushes into the sauna proper, flopping onto one of the ledges to soak up the heat.]
Floor 47
[There's nothing there at first, just the curtains, and he wanders through aimlessly. A flicker out of the corner of his eye... did he see something move? The rustle of fabric... the pitter of footsteps. Is something else there? He begins to move in a calculated fashion, as though tracking from the sounds... until at last he stands before one of the curtains, an almost pleased expression on his face.]
You thought you could hide... well, I've found you.
[And he reaches out to pull open the curtain and reveal his quarry.]
Elevator, and Obligatory Cafeteria
[After everything his stomach announces that it's hungry, and he decides to indulge it if only to get it to be silent. It's a long way to the cafeteria... longer than expected, and dull. There isn't much to look at in there, and he's not really sure he wants to go scouring the darkness inside his head again.
When the doors finally open he shuffles into the cafeteria, glancing at the menu briefly. Before he can even order anything, though, he's presented with the classic starting dish. No amount of attempted arguing or cajoling or anything seems to make a difference. It's thrust at him until he finally relents and takes it.]
Setting: Dorm Room 1-08, Floor 99, Floor 83, Floor 47, Floor 77, and the Elevator and Cafeteria.
Format: Will match whatever you reply with.
Summary: Terra-Xehanort wakes up and has no clue what's going on so it's clearly time to explore.
Warnings: None currently.
Room 1-08
[When the sleep paralysis finally wears off he curls, clutching his head briefly as though fighting off a rather nasty headache. A few minutes later he uncurls, sitting up and looking around in confusion.
Nothing looks familiar, but that isn't saying much. Words come to mind to describe the surroundings... but his mind is blank. Completely. No memories spring forth to tell him what is going on. The pages left to him give no solace, merely stating that whatever he didn't remember has been destroyed.
Slowly he gets up, a bit unsteadily at first as he attempts to find his footing. There has to be people around. Perhaps they knew what was going on]
Floor 99
[It's exciting at first, as there's so much to look at, and he eagerly wanders over to the prominent formations to take a look. Examining the crystals here proves to be a bit painful, try as he might. There's something about the infinite depths, however, that sticks in his mind even as it hurts his eyes. However, there are plenty of spots to sit, or even curl up if one doesn't mind the dampness. He finds one such spot and claims it for his own, resting his arms on his knees and his chin on his forearms as he tries to think more about what's going on.
Of course, nothing comes of it. What does one expect from the void?]
Floor 83
[Oh... something that isn't a white skin-tight jumpsuit that leaves little to the imagination. This seems like a good idea, though he's not picky. He begins to stort through the piles of clothes, looking for something roughly his size. Whatever that his. He holds up random shirts against his chest, checking to see how big they are, before continuing on his search through the massive piles.]
Floor 77
[This looks vaguely relaxing. He's not sure if he was ever interested in this sort of thing, but for the moment it seems like a nice idea. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, so he pushes into the mixed area. The locker there surprises him, as if they were expecting him... ah, but then again, they clearly must have been, if he was here instead of whatever passed for the ruin of where he came from. Tying a towel around his waist he pushes into the sauna proper, flopping onto one of the ledges to soak up the heat.]
Floor 47
[There's nothing there at first, just the curtains, and he wanders through aimlessly. A flicker out of the corner of his eye... did he see something move? The rustle of fabric... the pitter of footsteps. Is something else there? He begins to move in a calculated fashion, as though tracking from the sounds... until at last he stands before one of the curtains, an almost pleased expression on his face.]
You thought you could hide... well, I've found you.
[And he reaches out to pull open the curtain and reveal his quarry.]
Elevator, and Obligatory Cafeteria
[After everything his stomach announces that it's hungry, and he decides to indulge it if only to get it to be silent. It's a long way to the cafeteria... longer than expected, and dull. There isn't much to look at in there, and he's not really sure he wants to go scouring the darkness inside his head again.
When the doors finally open he shuffles into the cafeteria, glancing at the menu briefly. Before he can even order anything, though, he's presented with the classic starting dish. No amount of attempted arguing or cajoling or anything seems to make a difference. It's thrust at him until he finally relents and takes it.]
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It all happened so quickly that he blinks once or twice to make sure that things really are as they seem. Indeed they are, as whoever the person is who seems to be engaging the monster has a rather large sword-like weapon.
He's sure he was given a pithy command to run but he doesn't care. He rolls into a sitting position, and watches.]
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If it was still the old man piloting, then he didn't want to reveal more of his current ability set than his use of the Keyblade-turned-broadsword already hinted at.
If this wasn't the old man, but rather, the young man that had been 'born' when he placed that seal on their hearts... he didn't want to put that young man in danger. Which fighting in close proximity certainly would.
He pushes forward with the blade, shoving the other and it's owner back through the curtain it had been behind, and then teleports behind, not wanting to disturb the sheets and curtains himself and cause more monsters to appear - knowing his luck, it'd be something worse.
This carries on for a few minutes, out of view with the curtains and sheets in the way - lots of clanging, the occasional green light of a Cura spell being used, and pained groaning and shouting of a very inhuman nature (and occasionally, a few pained noises from Terra as the thing gets in a few hits of it's own).
A few more minutes of this, and then a... death-cry, for lack of a better term, a 'thump' of a body hitting the floor, with softer clanging of armor hitting the floor. Another flash of green light, and another half minute pass, before Terra walks back into view, the broadsword he'd been using gone and the blade of the Uruk-hai claimed... as a trophy? As his own? Whatever, he has the sword with him.
Dude, why are you sitting. Raising an eyebrow now.] You didn't run.
[What is it with Xehanorts and their curiosity getting the better of their self-preservation instincts?]
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Eventually the person does come out, though minus their weapon (how peculiar).]
I wanted to see what would happen. It was very disappointing.