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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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Look at you. You're all red. Like a big flower.
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Flowers come in other colors, Lancer.
[But no shut your handsome face and let her finish eating geez.]
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[Oh, there's that color on her face again.]
I mean, it's nice... but...
[Yeah no, definitely just gonna sit and kinda blush, don't mind her.]
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...You're beautiful, by the way.
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[But that doesn't stop her from setting her plate aside for a moment and leaning over to kiss him.]
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Now. Be good and kiss your girl, Lancer.]
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That was as nice as the meal...only you smell better.
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[She pulls away though and slides off the counter.]
I'll make you some more fish and then-
[She licks her lips, winking.]
- dessert.
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Here's hoping it doesn't take too long.
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[Excuse her, she's going to go grab one of the leftover steaks and then go turn the stove back on. You're so lucky she likes you, Cu.
All this effort she's making.]
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[He doesn't want to just lie back and watch her make an effort.]
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...if you want, I mean.
wanna fade to black here?
[And he vanishes into spirit form to go get the ice cream.]
sure
Honestly, what a showoff.]