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towerofanimus2013-09-20 11:34 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-20 11:34 pm
[and once upon a yesterday]
Characters: Asch and various; see individual prompts
Setting: Cafeteria kitchens, any day the first half of the month [open]; 81st floor lounge, any day 11th-15th [open to everyone except Sheba]; the beach floor, afternoons 16th-18th [closed to past, semi-close CR]; Asch's room the morning of the 21st [closed to the two Lukes]
Format: You guys know me by now.
Summary: Cooking lessons with Jenna! And... anyone else who might want to eat; FRIENDSHIP; VAN GIVES ASCH FEELINGS so he blows up sand; DYING IS SUFFERING.
Warnings: Mentions of psychological/emotional manipulation in the third prompt; aftermath of death in the last.
[Cafeteria kitchens]
[It's that time again! Riki's menu is far better than his predecessor's (as usual), but that doesn't mean Asch is satisfied with it. So it's not too uncommon to find him down here again, stirring or sauteing or something, no cookbook for reference more often than not.
Whether you're here because you want to learn something, want to filch some of whatever he's making, or some other reason, the brief breaks he takes to put pans in the oven and dishes in the sink are probably the best times to snag his attention.]
[81st floor]
[Friendship is a tangled mess. So are friendship bracelets.
It seems childish, to be sitting here on a beanbag with a pile of string in his lap, but if children can do it then it shouldn't be this hard to learn!
Of course, it doesn't help that every sound of footsteps has Asch snapping his head up from the small chain of knots tied to his boot-garter, eyes seeking out the source of the sound in a brief panic. Losing his train of thought that way has already left him backtracking an hour's worth of work. There's a book of knots and more string dumped onto the couch next to him.
Ironic, that the Lucky Pepper Sheba forced on him last week seems to have made him lucky enough to avoid her.]
[Beach, floor 62]
[He doesn't know what to do with himself for a couple hours after the encounter with Van. Asch is a ball of pent-up aggression, stomping his way around everywhere, and his usual haunts are no comfort.
Eventually, he winds up here on the beach, determined to fuel this energy into something useful. And hell, why not the thing that made him useful in the first place?
Even if it isn't a real hyperresonance, it feels real, and it requires just the same amount of calm and clarity to control safely. It's a way of forcing himself to not be emotional about it, a way to expend his energy without doing something terribly stupid, and he needs the practice, anyway. The first few lines are jagged, the motion of the glowing gold slow, but eventually it smooths out, the waves gently washing away any evidence of the first few attempts. On a whim, he tries a curve, a squiggle, a string of letters - hyperresonance and the sound of the waves make an oddly soothing combination.
Luckily, no one's going to miss the sand.]
[Asch's room/fonic link]
[He wakes up and it's okay. He remembers drowning, remembers bubbles leaving his throat, remembers Natalia's smile, but it's okay. He's back and he's safe and -
he is not o k a y
And this time, there's no one showing up to help keep him steady. This time there's nothing to do but writhe in his own skull. And this time, the hallucinations are starting, just the vague sense of someone, something standing over him, waiting -
The poor unfortunates that share his fonon frequency (both of them, because he doesn't care) will first feel it not so much as a headache, but almost like a mouse scrabbling at the walls of its cage. get me out get me out get me out is the only thing that comes across with any clarity, but there's plenty of panic and a deep-seated flash of terror in the message.
...You may wish to go check on Stupid Redhead Senior, guys.]
Setting: Cafeteria kitchens, any day the first half of the month [open]; 81st floor lounge, any day 11th-15th [open to everyone except Sheba]; the beach floor, afternoons 16th-18th [closed to past, semi-close CR]; Asch's room the morning of the 21st [closed to the two Lukes]
Format: You guys know me by now.
Summary: Cooking lessons with Jenna! And... anyone else who might want to eat; FRIENDSHIP; VAN GIVES ASCH FEELINGS so he blows up sand; DYING IS SUFFERING.
Warnings: Mentions of psychological/emotional manipulation in the third prompt; aftermath of death in the last.
[Cafeteria kitchens]
[It's that time again! Riki's menu is far better than his predecessor's (as usual), but that doesn't mean Asch is satisfied with it. So it's not too uncommon to find him down here again, stirring or sauteing or something, no cookbook for reference more often than not.
Whether you're here because you want to learn something, want to filch some of whatever he's making, or some other reason, the brief breaks he takes to put pans in the oven and dishes in the sink are probably the best times to snag his attention.]
[81st floor]
[Friendship is a tangled mess. So are friendship bracelets.
It seems childish, to be sitting here on a beanbag with a pile of string in his lap, but if children can do it then it shouldn't be this hard to learn!
Of course, it doesn't help that every sound of footsteps has Asch snapping his head up from the small chain of knots tied to his boot-garter, eyes seeking out the source of the sound in a brief panic. Losing his train of thought that way has already left him backtracking an hour's worth of work. There's a book of knots and more string dumped onto the couch next to him.
Ironic, that the Lucky Pepper Sheba forced on him last week seems to have made him lucky enough to avoid her.]
[Beach, floor 62]
[He doesn't know what to do with himself for a couple hours after the encounter with Van. Asch is a ball of pent-up aggression, stomping his way around everywhere, and his usual haunts are no comfort.
Eventually, he winds up here on the beach, determined to fuel this energy into something useful. And hell, why not the thing that made him useful in the first place?
Even if it isn't a real hyperresonance, it feels real, and it requires just the same amount of calm and clarity to control safely. It's a way of forcing himself to not be emotional about it, a way to expend his energy without doing something terribly stupid, and he needs the practice, anyway. The first few lines are jagged, the motion of the glowing gold slow, but eventually it smooths out, the waves gently washing away any evidence of the first few attempts. On a whim, he tries a curve, a squiggle, a string of letters - hyperresonance and the sound of the waves make an oddly soothing combination.
Luckily, no one's going to miss the sand.]
[Asch's room/fonic link]
[He wakes up and it's okay. He remembers drowning, remembers bubbles leaving his throat, remembers Natalia's smile, but it's okay. He's back and he's safe and -
he is not o k a y
And this time, there's no one showing up to help keep him steady. This time there's nothing to do but writhe in his own skull. And this time, the hallucinations are starting, just the vague sense of someone, something standing over him, waiting -
The poor unfortunates that share his fonon frequency (both of them, because he doesn't care) will first feel it not so much as a headache, but almost like a mouse scrabbling at the walls of its cage. get me out get me out get me out is the only thing that comes across with any clarity, but there's plenty of panic and a deep-seated flash of terror in the message.
...You may wish to go check on Stupid Redhead Senior, guys.]
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Same to you. It's only fair.
[He sets the knife down before coming over - the chicken is mostly chopped so good enough - and blows some of the steam away gently. Kid knows how to handle a teacup.]
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I don't think I got your name, did I?
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The redhead blows at another puff of steam before answering.]
Asch. You're one of the people working on the collar fluid, right?
[He's seen them around, even if he didn't get involved himself. Too much science in one room.]
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That's right, I am. [and as a matter of fact he'd only barely remembered to stop working long enough to eat today. that's healthy.] You can just call me Waver.
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Any progress?
[No point pretending he's not curious, after all.]
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...It's difficult to say. This material's like nothing I've ever seen, heard of, or even vaguely imagined. The simplest way to put it is that we now know we don't know anything about it. Which I imagine is a step in itself, although a frustratingly vague one.
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[Still, knowing what they don't know is a starting place, at least.]
Between that and the film, we're lucky when we know what anything is around here.
[Not that they can analyze the film very easily, either, especially with Riki in charge - Asch hasn't seen so much as a flicker this month.]
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[like 'here's some arcane force for creating miracles that's probably super fucked better figure out how to break it'.]
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Ruling out the things that we do know is a good step, especially with so many worlds represented.
[More worlds means more knowledge means more things it isn't. Asch steps away from the tea to finish off the plate of sandwiches and brings it back over the Waver.]
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[...kind of.]
Right. Although taking that into account does complicate things. I currently have no way of knowing if whatever this shit is made out of originates from someone else's world or if it's unique to wherever we actually are now. On top of that, none of my usual methods actually bloody work considering that's all a frustratingly well-constructed illusion.
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Presumably it was here before any of us "refugees" were, so it's probably something from here.
[How else would they have gotten souls to come here and stick in the first place, after all?]
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let's continue this icon sametrain it amuses me
grumpface combo
hell yeah
[He takes a bite of the sandwich, chews, swallows.]
Of course, that's not going to happen unless the glamour comes down.
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finally we get them talking about magic
[Doesn't address the main issue, though.]
What is it you can do, then?
[Magecraft - just the name sounds more like a science.]
awwwwyeee
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[They don't have that in his world he wants to make sure he's getting it right.]
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But since that isn't an available option, I would compare researching this way to working blindfolded and with at least one hand cut off.
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I think there's plenty of people around who could break it down if we had our real powers instead of imitations.
[He's one of them, although hyperresonance might take it too far - he's never really tried to use it that way.
Maybe it's time to learn to use it for something other than breaking the planet.]
No ability to analyze it from my side, though.
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At this point it just comes down to matters of intelligence and common sense. I'm fortunate enough to have both, so if there's anything to be determined out of this mess, I stand a good chance of finding it.
[waver you're really not so great with the common sense, though...]
I'm still irritated about not being able to use magic, though.
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[An annoyed huff.]
It takes determination, too, as much or more than any of the rest.
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