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towerofanimus2013-10-08 02:22 am
roamsaimlessly) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-08 02:22 am
1st Wrong Turn
Characters: Ryoga Hibiki & Anyone!
Setting: Dorms/Dorm 2-02 and literally any floor in the tower. (You pick the floor?)
Format: Whichever
Summary: Ryoga makes his debut in the tower while following his lost boy ways. Hopefully he makes it to the cafeteria?
Warnings: Perhaps some extreme comedy/overreacting, and possible violence!
[Dorms/Dorm Room 2-02]
[Ryoga was in disbelief that his world was destroyed because a note told him so. More like this was a challenge and someone was trying to provoke him into a fight. At first he thought that someone might have been Ranma but--Ranma wouldn't have forced him into this atrocious suit…would he?
First thing first was to locate his belongings and that in of itself took longer than necessary, but hey! At least he was in his own clothing now! Some of his things were missing from his hiker's backpack like the tent and portable stove top and some other small traveling utensils for when he camped abroad, but everything else was there!
Next was to get out of here. Ryoga did manage to make it out of the dorm room, but the dorm floors were another story. He must have visited at least every room and then some only to wind back in 2-02 again. This was not the exit…if only he had a map. Ryoga left his dorm again, and did a near repeat of the first travel experience of visiting nearly every dorm room again.
FINALLY, he had made it off of the dorm floors. Now to find a way out of here.
((ooc; Changing things up here. Since Ryoga can canonically be on any floor I choose, it would take too long to prompt how many floors he can actually be on, so I want to do a grab bag option. You pick the floors and I'll tag him being there. n_n It would be so much easier this way for Ryoga just to intrude on whatever normal routines your character does on that floor.
Also, to anyone on the dorm floors at the time. Feel free to tag him being lost there. orz He seriously can't find his way out of a paper bag even if you pointed it out to him.))
Setting: Dorms/Dorm 2-02 and literally any floor in the tower. (You pick the floor?)
Format: Whichever
Summary: Ryoga makes his debut in the tower while following his lost boy ways. Hopefully he makes it to the cafeteria?
Warnings: Perhaps some extreme comedy/overreacting, and possible violence!
[Dorms/Dorm Room 2-02]
[Ryoga was in disbelief that his world was destroyed because a note told him so. More like this was a challenge and someone was trying to provoke him into a fight. At first he thought that someone might have been Ranma but--Ranma wouldn't have forced him into this atrocious suit…would he?
First thing first was to locate his belongings and that in of itself took longer than necessary, but hey! At least he was in his own clothing now! Some of his things were missing from his hiker's backpack like the tent and portable stove top and some other small traveling utensils for when he camped abroad, but everything else was there!
Next was to get out of here. Ryoga did manage to make it out of the dorm room, but the dorm floors were another story. He must have visited at least every room and then some only to wind back in 2-02 again. This was not the exit…if only he had a map. Ryoga left his dorm again, and did a near repeat of the first travel experience of visiting nearly every dorm room again.
FINALLY, he had made it off of the dorm floors. Now to find a way out of here.
((ooc; Changing things up here. Since Ryoga can canonically be on any floor I choose, it would take too long to prompt how many floors he can actually be on, so I want to do a grab bag option. You pick the floors and I'll tag him being there. n_n It would be so much easier this way for Ryoga just to intrude on whatever normal routines your character does on that floor.
Also, to anyone on the dorm floors at the time. Feel free to tag him being lost there. orz He seriously can't find his way out of a paper bag even if you pointed it out to him.))
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Now, his eyes wouldn't open easily when he tried. He groaned lightly under his breath as a sense of panic rocketed through him--because Ion had felt this way before. He knew exactly where they were without looking: and it wasn't on their way to the dorms.]
N...o... [His words came out thick like syrup stuck to his tongue, and he wasn't sure how coherent he actually sounded. The Fon Master was afraid that his already exhausted condition was accelerating the rate in which he was falling under the effects of the poppies. Ion managed to get his eyes open, if half-lidded. With gravity fighting against him, he raised a heavy arm to try and grasp at Ryoga's shirt in warning.] You...have to turn...turn...back to the stairs...
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The replica has never heard anything about this particular floor. In fact, he had simply wandered right on in, unaware. Ironically, he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, considering his mind had been fairly busy. An action he'll soon come to regret, at a later time.
All he knows now, is he wasn't this tired just five minutes ago. Maybe the peaceful scenary is a bit too relaxing. He considers leaving, until he looks to the right and spots a familiar head of green hair. Wait, is that...?
And is he being carried like a chick? Luke blinks, then furrows his brow. Something is obviously wrong, here. The rush of worry hits him and his feet are moving--even before his brain fully registers that they should. When he reaches the two, there's a worried expression on his face.]
Hey, what happened?! [There's a sense of urgency in his voice, naturally--even with the very light panting he's already doing. Why does he feel as though he just ran a marathon? It was a matter of feet to get to these two. Leaning to look at the green-haired replica's face, he directs the next question to him--he's sounding just a tad bit breathless as he does it.]
Are you alright, Ion??
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The concern on the replica's face is obvious, though his eyes are heavy and it takes a considerable effort to form coherent sentences. He can feel himself slipping so fast and so steeply.]
No...we need to...get...
[He reaches a shaking hand toward Luke. It's so easy to think it, to scream it in his head. They had to get out of here. But his vision was so blurred and so foggy. He couldn't focus. And Ion feared his warning would go unheeded. Or, rather, not understood.]