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towerofanimus2013-10-07 04:51 pm
scentofmakai) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-07 04:51 pm
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06 | they can take our fists
Characters: Zett and you!
Setting: Floors 1, 2, 30, and 74 in the day, and the rest of the tower at night
Format: Starting actionspam, will change to match!
Summary: Zett is searching for monster weapons. This means doing a lot of killing, which he also enjoys.
Warnings: Zett is mildly off his rocker and, while he isn't likely to attack people unless provoked, is certainly willing to talk abut creepy things.
[During the day, constant nighttime floors (74 or 30 mainly) - during the night, almost any floor]
[Real weapons. Real weapons were useful. Real weapons could be found off monsters, and that meant killing a lot of monsters.
Killing monsters, Zett could do.
Lightning and dark magic and claws were second nature to Zett, so much so that even as maddened as he would admit he currently was, he could take down most monsters of the tower.
Not all - he might have been cackling as he took down a weaker enemy, but he was still in control of himself enough to run from something beyond his skill level. He was fast and could outrun most enemies if it came to that. He'd even stop giggling while he ran.
Other monsters weren't so lucky. Zett wanted something to die and die painfully, and Ruana wasn't available, so he took the next best option.
He probably wouldn't attack tower residents. Probably.]
[Floor 1, daytime]
[Zett still needed to eat, of course. He could be caught devouring hearty meals of whatever pumpkin-flavored item was available. The more he ate at once, the longer he could go before having to return to this floor.]
[Floor 2, daytime]
[Occasionally, Zett would get injured like anybody else spending a lot of time fighting. In that case, he returned to the infirmary and bandaged himself up... still giggling a little from the fight..]
Setting: Floors 1, 2, 30, and 74 in the day, and the rest of the tower at night
Format: Starting actionspam, will change to match!
Summary: Zett is searching for monster weapons. This means doing a lot of killing, which he also enjoys.
Warnings: Zett is mildly off his rocker and, while he isn't likely to attack people unless provoked, is certainly willing to talk abut creepy things.
[During the day, constant nighttime floors (74 or 30 mainly) - during the night, almost any floor]
[Real weapons. Real weapons were useful. Real weapons could be found off monsters, and that meant killing a lot of monsters.
Killing monsters, Zett could do.
Lightning and dark magic and claws were second nature to Zett, so much so that even as maddened as he would admit he currently was, he could take down most monsters of the tower.
Not all - he might have been cackling as he took down a weaker enemy, but he was still in control of himself enough to run from something beyond his skill level. He was fast and could outrun most enemies if it came to that. He'd even stop giggling while he ran.
Other monsters weren't so lucky. Zett wanted something to die and die painfully, and Ruana wasn't available, so he took the next best option.
He probably wouldn't attack tower residents. Probably.]
[Floor 1, daytime]
[Zett still needed to eat, of course. He could be caught devouring hearty meals of whatever pumpkin-flavored item was available. The more he ate at once, the longer he could go before having to return to this floor.]
[Floor 2, daytime]
[Occasionally, Zett would get injured like anybody else spending a lot of time fighting. In that case, he returned to the infirmary and bandaged himself up... still giggling a little from the fight..]
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[As in, it would drive you crazy a little less.]
But thanks.
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I'd give you a hug but I think I've got some blood on me.
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...It's scary. Losing people. I don't know how to deal with it at all.
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[Romeo gets a peck on the forehead for that.]
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[So off they would go to take down more monsters.]
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