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towerofanimus2013-09-20 02:21 am
irreverence) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-20 02:21 am
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Interaction 002 ☣ It's time to kill the lights
Characters: Asagi; OPEN
Setting: Around the tower at night- feel free to pop in a scenario if you like.
Format: Action
Summary: Asagi doesn't sleep well when she can feel there's Big Bad Things to kill- so she does something about it.
Warnings: Violence. God, so much violence.
[They burn in the back of her mind, the monsters.
Even unconscious, the cloneblades itch for violence, and the longer she ignores them, the worse the proverbial itch gets. It leads to her laying half-awake, heels of her hands pressed to her eyes in the vain hopes that she can will them into stopping- or at the very least, quieting down.
But no such luck, and two hours later, she swings her legs out of bed and rummages for something to put on just in case there's someone outside still awake (though she doubts it very much) and then heads out.]
[Floor 10]
[She follows the pull of the cloneblades as they lead her down to the aquarium level. She's barely stepped down off the stairs when she hears the footsteps, loud and echoing, coming from nearby. She doesn't know what she does to set it off- though she doesn't doubt the cloneblades make her a beacon of 'danger, danger!' to anything that can sense that sort of thing- but in a moment it's charging at her, drill on its arm threatening to run her through.]
Well fuck.
[Floor Thirty]
[This floor has always weirded her out. It's always darker than the rest, and the itch in the back of her mind goes haywire whenever she passes it.
Tonight, she doesn't pass it, and immediately understands why the cloneblades are so persistent. She barely has time to pull her armor up before there something black and blue and rotting, crackling, sparking lunging at her-- and more coming behind it.]
Okay, note to self.
[She slices the head off of an incoming corpse- because that's what they are, she realizes; shambling, electrified corpses- and braces herself to drive as many of them off as she can.]
In the future, ignore this floor.
Setting: Around the tower at night- feel free to pop in a scenario if you like.
Format: Action
Summary: Asagi doesn't sleep well when she can feel there's Big Bad Things to kill- so she does something about it.
Warnings: Violence. God, so much violence.
[They burn in the back of her mind, the monsters.
Even unconscious, the cloneblades itch for violence, and the longer she ignores them, the worse the proverbial itch gets. It leads to her laying half-awake, heels of her hands pressed to her eyes in the vain hopes that she can will them into stopping- or at the very least, quieting down.
But no such luck, and two hours later, she swings her legs out of bed and rummages for something to put on just in case there's someone outside still awake (though she doubts it very much) and then heads out.]
[Floor 10]
[She follows the pull of the cloneblades as they lead her down to the aquarium level. She's barely stepped down off the stairs when she hears the footsteps, loud and echoing, coming from nearby. She doesn't know what she does to set it off- though she doesn't doubt the cloneblades make her a beacon of 'danger, danger!' to anything that can sense that sort of thing- but in a moment it's charging at her, drill on its arm threatening to run her through.]
Well fuck.
[Floor Thirty]
[This floor has always weirded her out. It's always darker than the rest, and the itch in the back of her mind goes haywire whenever she passes it.
Tonight, she doesn't pass it, and immediately understands why the cloneblades are so persistent. She barely has time to pull her armor up before there something black and blue and rotting, crackling, sparking lunging at her-- and more coming behind it.]
Okay, note to self.
[She slices the head off of an incoming corpse- because that's what they are, she realizes; shambling, electrified corpses- and braces herself to drive as many of them off as she can.]
In the future, ignore this floor.
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[Oh well. She won't deny help, even if she doesn't yet need it, cleaving through another few bodies in quick succession, ducking and slipping under and around slashes with her usual seeming lack of effort. But it seems like for every one she puts down, another pops up with two more in tow- it's starting to get frustrating but-- well, the cloneblade certainly isn't complaining about the carnage.]
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Now go!
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[She snarls furiously, teeth bared at the nerve. The help is appreciated to a degree- but the attitude isn't. Or at least what she perceives of it.]
I can handle myself- I don't need any rescuing, thanks.