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towerofanimus2013-10-05 11:26 pm
irreverence) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-05 11:26 pm
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Interaction 003 ☣ You can’t be tethered to a ghost; to a memory; you’ve got to swim
Characters: Asagi, Open
Setting: Around the Tower.
Format: any!
Summary: All pumpkin all the time doesn't really work for Asagi. Later, the shadow children pick the very worst target.
Warnings: Heinous violence against shadow children in the third one.
[Floor Sixty-Three]
[At intervals from about noon onwards, someone may come across Asagi hopping out of the water here to switch tanks before diving back in. She's clad in a skintight, bright red leotard with yellow stripes and a pair of matching thigh-high boots- which is the only thing she has to wear that she doesn't mind getting wet. There's a bag near the tanks with more clothes in it- taking it will probably make her hunt you down and tear your spine out for it.
For the time she's out of the water she's more than glad to talk, though asking what she's up to might not get an answer straight away.]
[Floor Sixty]
[This kitchen is a lot like the one back at what she can, she supposes, call 'home'. Big, impersonal, spotless- at least, it is until Asagi drops two very large fish into either side of one of the big sinks and beheads them with a flash of the cloneblade. Then she's off to go looking for knives and pans and bowls, and is surprised to find that there are, at the very least, spices in the cabinets- so her meal won't be bland, at the very least.
Everything she does to prepare things is methodical, precise- as if she's following something step-by-step in her head. Essentially, she is, having only read about preparing fish before deciding to make some for herself.
Clearly there is no way this can go wrong.]
[Floor Twenty-Eight]
[The instrument room is probably the last place anyone would expect to find Asagi. But it's where she is a little before sundown, messing around with some of the instruments, tuning one or another if she hears something wrong. She's at it for a bit longer than she thinks, because she's very suddenly aware of a presence on the floor that isn't a normal one.
She tenses further when the voice starts.]
Asagi-san, how can you... how can you possibly live with yourself? How, when your sisters-!
[She straightens from plucking at the strings to a koto and rolls her neck, enjoying the sound her vertebrae make as they pop before letting her eyes land on the shadowy figure creeping around her.]
Gee, I dunno. Probably cause I'm, y'know, alive? For a measure of the word, in any case.
[Her eyes track it as it creeps behind her, and she turns slowly on a heel to follow it, expression mild. The voice returns.]
How can you be so cold? I put myself out there for you when Ihose you, and this is how you thank me?
[A scoff, finger coming up to her mouth.]
Be grateful I didn't thank you by taking you out myself, Aoi. You were an embarrassment, going out like that.
[The thing twitches, a visible shudder passing over it- and then, as if summoned, another one appears, speaking in a different voice.]
How dare you? I'm the reason you're here and you don't even think about-!
[Wrong decision. The hand not at her mouth flexes at her side, and now-knifelike nails spear the shadow child against a wall. Asagi closes in with languid steps, dropping her hand from her mouth to yawn.]
The thing about that decision was-
[Her tone is conversational, even as her hand turns to one side, giving the other space to come up and slam in knuckle-deep with fingers like knives and twist, beginning to crack its chest cavity open idly.]
-it was a really bad one.
[The thing squirms, but not because of any pain- it can't do anything to her, so it wants to get away. A slam of a prehensile blade of hair between that mocking white grin and it stops for a moment, twitching. She finishes cracking its chest cavity open with a grunt of satisfaction, and tilts her head mockingly.]
What do you know. Empty, just like her.
[The blades all withdraw, and the instant they do, the stupid thing skitters away, rejoining the other and staring at her briefly before vanishing down the stairs. Asagi droops, her shoulders and head seeming to go slack, and she sighs dramatically, shaking her arms a bit as the cloneblades recede.]
...man, now I need to kill something that will actually die.
[Her life is so hard- but feel free to have noticed that little display- but ask about it at your own risk.]
Setting: Around the Tower.
Format: any!
Summary: All pumpkin all the time doesn't really work for Asagi. Later, the shadow children pick the very worst target.
Warnings: Heinous violence against shadow children in the third one.
[Floor Sixty-Three]
[At intervals from about noon onwards, someone may come across Asagi hopping out of the water here to switch tanks before diving back in. She's clad in a skintight, bright red leotard with yellow stripes and a pair of matching thigh-high boots- which is the only thing she has to wear that she doesn't mind getting wet. There's a bag near the tanks with more clothes in it- taking it will probably make her hunt you down and tear your spine out for it.
For the time she's out of the water she's more than glad to talk, though asking what she's up to might not get an answer straight away.]
[Floor Sixty]
[This kitchen is a lot like the one back at what she can, she supposes, call 'home'. Big, impersonal, spotless- at least, it is until Asagi drops two very large fish into either side of one of the big sinks and beheads them with a flash of the cloneblade. Then she's off to go looking for knives and pans and bowls, and is surprised to find that there are, at the very least, spices in the cabinets- so her meal won't be bland, at the very least.
Everything she does to prepare things is methodical, precise- as if she's following something step-by-step in her head. Essentially, she is, having only read about preparing fish before deciding to make some for herself.
Clearly there is no way this can go wrong.]
[Floor Twenty-Eight]
[The instrument room is probably the last place anyone would expect to find Asagi. But it's where she is a little before sundown, messing around with some of the instruments, tuning one or another if she hears something wrong. She's at it for a bit longer than she thinks, because she's very suddenly aware of a presence on the floor that isn't a normal one.
She tenses further when the voice starts.]
Asagi-san, how can you... how can you possibly live with yourself? How, when your sisters-!
[She straightens from plucking at the strings to a koto and rolls her neck, enjoying the sound her vertebrae make as they pop before letting her eyes land on the shadowy figure creeping around her.]
Gee, I dunno. Probably cause I'm, y'know, alive? For a measure of the word, in any case.
[Her eyes track it as it creeps behind her, and she turns slowly on a heel to follow it, expression mild. The voice returns.]
How can you be so cold? I put myself out there for you when Ihose you, and this is how you thank me?
[A scoff, finger coming up to her mouth.]
Be grateful I didn't thank you by taking you out myself, Aoi. You were an embarrassment, going out like that.
[The thing twitches, a visible shudder passing over it- and then, as if summoned, another one appears, speaking in a different voice.]
How dare you? I'm the reason you're here and you don't even think about-!
[Wrong decision. The hand not at her mouth flexes at her side, and now-knifelike nails spear the shadow child against a wall. Asagi closes in with languid steps, dropping her hand from her mouth to yawn.]
The thing about that decision was-
[Her tone is conversational, even as her hand turns to one side, giving the other space to come up and slam in knuckle-deep with fingers like knives and twist, beginning to crack its chest cavity open idly.]
-it was a really bad one.
[The thing squirms, but not because of any pain- it can't do anything to her, so it wants to get away. A slam of a prehensile blade of hair between that mocking white grin and it stops for a moment, twitching. She finishes cracking its chest cavity open with a grunt of satisfaction, and tilts her head mockingly.]
What do you know. Empty, just like her.
[The blades all withdraw, and the instant they do, the stupid thing skitters away, rejoining the other and staring at her briefly before vanishing down the stairs. Asagi droops, her shoulders and head seeming to go slack, and she sighs dramatically, shaking her arms a bit as the cloneblades recede.]
...man, now I need to kill something that will actually die.
[Her life is so hard- but feel free to have noticed that little display- but ask about it at your own risk.]
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[She smirks, amused, and lets her own cook for a bit longer before sliding it onto her plate and turning the stove off before turning back to him.]
...forks?
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[NOPE NOPE NOPE]
[...Oh god there's no handle on the inside of this door is there]
[well shit]
[There's a very quiet, timid knocking from within the kitchen's walk-in freezer.]
...H-Hello?...I-I'm s-s-s-sorry...can I c-c-c-come out n-now?
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[He's opening up the drawers again. In the end, he ends up holding a slightly oversized spoon.]
Spoon?
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[She rummages in a few drawers of her own, looking up to scoff at the spoon, and comes up a moment later with-]
Chopsticks?
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[He's not exactly skilled in them, though, shown as how, when he gets the chopsticks, he holds them akwardly, in a crisscross crucifix shape.]
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[She hops up on the counter and pats the space next to her.]
Come on. I'll try and teach you.
[A chuckle and teasingly-]
And if nothing else, I could always just feed you.
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[He holds the chopsticks out to her.]
As romantic as it is, I'd rather take turns.
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[She sets her plate aside carefully to rearrange the chopsticks in his hand.]
See, you keep 'em stable like this... and then move with this finger... like that, got it?
[And then she catches on to the rest and blinks up at him.]
...romantic?
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[He tries his best to grip the chopsticks as she had showed him. It still looks strange.]
...You know, it's sort of intimate when a girl and a guy feed each other. Like that.
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[She tilts her head at him curiously, earnestly baffled.]
Why?
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[He gets a funny look on his face.]
Tell you what. I don't really know either. It just...feels romantic.
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If you say so. But let me know if you can't get it and I'll help you out anyway, alright?
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Look! I got it!
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Not bad.
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Say Aaaaaaah...
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No way. Try it first, tell me what you think.
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Mm...
[He chews it slowly, carefully.]
It's delicious!
[His eyes go wide and almost sparkle.]
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Really?
[She starts pulling her own fish into pieces so she doesn't have to do it bit-by-bit.]
Well- I'm glad it's good, in that case.
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[She picks up a piece of her own and holds it out to him.]
...here.
[You are dating the awkwardest girl, Lancer.]
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Still delicious!
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At least I know they turned out alright all around, in that case.
[Don't mind her, just going to sit here and stuff her face real quick.]
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You know, if you want more, you could just ask.
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[He grins, a spot of fish juice glistening on the tip of his nose. He looks even more childish than he usually does.]
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wanna fade to black here?
sure