how the mighty have fallen

[musubi]

Characters: Isamu Nitta and whoever dares.
Setting: Various floors in the first block. Cafeteria, mostly. His bedroom (1-06) if you're a roomie.
Format: surprise me any
Summary: The Mighty Isamu, Master of Amala, now lost and confused in his new surroundings, is doing his best to avoid contact with others. It's easier to tell how much of a freak you appear to be when there's more than just demons around to judge.
Warnings: He's kind of an ass.

The chest by his bed had contained his clothing, though the most Isamu had really done was switch out the white outfit he'd woken in to his old jeans and hat. Trying to cover himself with a shirt was pointless. It was too tight and rubbed against the growths uncomfortably. Anyone who saw him after he snuck out would just have to deal.

-Cafeteria-
It's been a couple days since Isamu's arrival, and he's hungry. He'd been taken care of in the Amala Network after a time, but here? Here the neglected and empty pieces of his still-human system had nothing to keep them from crying out for attention. Hiding in his room did little good when it was shared (though he did try) so he waits until night to make his way to the cafeteria.

Being refused anything but a bowl of oatmeal, he considers skipping out on food entirely. His stomach has other ideas, however, and oatmeal is one of the few things he might actually be able to get down (that isn't a straight liquid) after a good while of not eating at all. He moves to a corner of the room and does his best to eat there without being noticed.

-Floor 3 / Library-
Searching through the books here reveals little about anything. One would have thought that with so many words at least some of them would be useful. He doesn't stay here long, and he leaves a mess of scattered books behind him when he leaves.

-Floor 4 / Lounge-
The rest of his time out is spent in this room, curled up on a futon against the wall and doing his best to make himself invisible to others so that he can have some time to ponder things in private.

Comments

Library

[alephbet]

"You should pick up after yourself. Don't you know that's rude?"

It's not Aleph who scolds him - rather, it's his Lilim, hands on her hips as she attempts to block his way. Aleph glances over at his bookworm of a demon from the aisle across.

[musubi]

A demon. One he recognizes at that, as he'd seen them around the devastated city. He stops to give it a careful look, not fearing it as he might have at one point in time. Then, ignoring its word, his eyes turn to Aleph and he frowns further.

There's something familiar about him, and he realizes that he's reminded of Hijiri. It was the hair, most likely, and no connection beyond that.

Then he looks back to the demon again, saying nothing. She must be under the impression that he actually cares how polite he is to anyone in this tower. He isn't, and as such he'll just sneer and attempt to walk around her.

[alephbet]

"Hey! Don't just ignore me!"

She picks up a book and throws it at him. Whether it hits him or not, Aleph clears his throat and speaks up. "Lilim, don't bother."

[musubi]

The book hits Isamu's arm as he raises it to block and he scowls further. For someone who wanted things clean, she sure knew how to add to the mess.

"Go sit back at your master's heels." That guy was human, wasn't he?

[alephbet]

He is, and he sighs as Lilim continues to huff. "Are you making fun of me?"

[musubi]

"I'd have to give a shit about you for that." Doesn't she even know who he is? Probably not. He didn't exactly advertise it to everyone.

Still, he shouldn't be in a place like this, dealing with something like her, with a damn collar around his neck. He looks to the other teen and gestures to the demon with a thumb.

"Stick a lease on it."

[alephbet]

Aleph shakes his head. "I could, but it's unfair to them to be kept in the same place for a year. They're not hurting anybody... throwing books doesn't count."

[musubi]

"No more unfair to them than us." Not that he's been there a year, but he's still here against his will. "It's an irritation."

The demon is clearly female, but he doesn't feel like giving her the courtesy of addressing her as such.

[alephbet]

"Nobody's suggesting that you or I stay cooped up in storage all the time. It's no different." Another shrug. "Do you not deal with irritations at home?"

Floor 4

[altitonant_emperor]

[ A little dirtied from neglecting to use the elevator, he stepped off the staircase and headed towards a couch near the glass wall, though he notices the... weirdo on the futon. ]

Good afternoon. [ Necessary pleasantries accomplished, Hidetoshi continued past the futon where the teenager was curled up to the couch. ]

Floor 4

[musubi]

[Isamu glances up at the new arrival, glares, and then looks away again. Of course others would make their way to this room. It was a lounge, after all, meant to be used by many people.

He can't get comfortable now that there's someone else here, though. After a couple more minutes of laying there grouchily, he slowly stands and walks over to stand behind the sofa the other teen is on, just staring down at him.]

Floor 4

[altitonant_emperor]

[ After he flops down on the sofa, he tiredly pulls out his throwing knives, before setting about patiently wiping the grime off the knives. They're not very resilient, so they get nicks and wear through usage, but they're also his main means of defense in combat.

There's several minutes of silence.

Hidetoshi doesn't pay attention to the sound of the other person's quiet footsteps nearing him until he abruptly realizes there is somebody standing behind the sofa. He twists around to look. Hidetoshi blinks. ]

...

Yes? [ If he sounds a little testy, it's because standing there and staring down at him wordlessly is odd behavior. ]

Floor 4

[musubi]

I think you should leave.

[This isn't his room more than anyone else's, Isamu is aware. He's equally aware that he holds no clout in this place whatsoever. But he's still the Master of Amala, for whatever little that's worth. If nothing else, he can at least put on a frightening appearance. Maybe that will be enough.]

Floor 4

[altitonant_emperor]

[ It's the way the other teen words that half-demand which irritates Hidetoshi. It stinks of a bully, and he wouldn't be bullied by a weird ignoramus with ghoulish... faces (?) leering out of his skin into leaving a lounge he had full right to be in. Curtly; ]

I don't agree. Now, what prompted you into thinking I would?

Floor 4

[musubi]

I never figured you would. I'm just saying that doesn't matter.

[He's trying his best to look intimidating, but it isn't as if he has size going for him. If his appearance doesn't work, then it's all down to attitude.]

I don't want you here.

Floor 4

[altitonant_emperor]

[ Rude enough he doesn't care. ]

Oh, is that so.

[ Hidetoshi schools himself to glare look only at his face, not at those ghoulish face-growths that covered the rest of him. Not wanting to have the other teen looking down on him from behind, he stands up from the sofa and fully turns around to face him, squaring his shoulders. ]

Don't be ridiculous. There is plenty of space here, and if you find my presence disagreeable, just move somewhere else in the lounge.

Floor 4

[musubi]

I'll still know you're here.

[Sharing the same air with someone. What an annoyance.]

I like the space I was in.

Library. This is so late, so feel free to ignore if you want! ><;

[tohko_amano]

While Isamu didn't care about leaving a mess in the library, Tohko cared about the books and wanted to keep them neat and tidy so that people could have an easier time at finding them and so that the books wouldn't get injured. So, when she saw a boy in the library about to walk about from a huge mess of scattered books, she rushed up to him, looking rather annoyed.

"Hey! This library is free for everyone to use, but if you're going to read the books, put them back before you leave so that everyone else can find them again. It's a huge pain when patrons don't clean up their messes!"

[musubi]

Isamu stopped and turned to glare at the girl. What was she, the librarian? "It's also a huge pain when nothing in this damn library is of any help at all. You might as well just burn all of it."

The last thing he cared about at this point was the convenience of the others in the tower. They weren't going to do anything for him, so why should he care if they had to deal with this mess?

[tohko_amano]

Normally, Tohko would have just given the guy a small lecture and offer to help him clean up the mess if the apologized, but when he said that she should just burn all of those wonderful, glorious, delicious books, she glared at him and barely restrained herself from smacking him on the head. Barely.

"Everything in this library is useful to someone! Just because it's not what you're looking for right now doesn't mean that it's useless! There's no such thing as a useless book, and if you were to burn them, you would lose ideas, knowledge, salvation, joy, sorrow, and quite a few other things that could be gotten from them! If you told me what you're looking for, I could help you out, but as a librarian here, and, more importantly, the book girl, I'll never approve of anyone disrespecting books like that for no reason!"

[musubi]

Oh there she went... Isamu sighed and turned away from the girl as she began prattling on at him. He didn't even listen to most of it, scanning the shelves one last time. It would probably be easy enough just to get around her and make for the exit. He wasn't going to be bossed around by some girl he didn't even know.

[tohko_amano]

Sadly, if Isamu tried to leave, Tohko would just follow him or try to hold him back. She was a very persistent book girl, and took one step closer to him when he didn't reply.

"So, clean up the books, and I'll help you find what you're looking for."

[musubi]

He just stared at her, not at all in the mood for this.

"Make me."

He moved to shove her out of the way. "You can't help me find what isn't here."

[tohko_amano]

While Isamu would have no problem shoving Tohko, which hurt and got a small, pained cry out of her, he would have a very hard time of getting rid of her, as she did her best to ignore the pain in her shoulder and tried to move back in front of the boy.

"I will! And if you don't tell me what you're looking for, I'll have no idea whether it's here or not. I can't read your mind."

[musubi]

"Explanations. And I can already tell I won't be able to find them here."

He glared hard at her now, not honestly liking the idea of shoving a girl around any more than he needed to. "Get out of my fucking way."