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towerofanimus2013-10-09 09:05 pm
destructiveprinciple) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-09 09:05 pm
☠ 007 | here is no water but only rock
Characters: Avenger and OPEN to all.
Setting: Wildcard wanderings, the thirteenth floor, the seventy-seventh floor, the seventy-fourth floor and the hundred-and-one floor.
Format: Preference for action spam.
Summary: Aftermath regarding the regains from last month's event along with an open log for this month.
Warnings: lol Angra Mainyu (also nudity in one of the prompts)
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 13: CATHEDRAL ]
[ In the church, there's the usual silence—solitary and deepened by the evening's dimness—dust particles drifting in dim shafts of light.
And there's also a boy whose modesty is only preserved by his red mantle, seated on a front pew right near the altar with one tattooed leg crossed over the other leg, head tilted back to gaze up at the vaulted, airy ceiling and the faint murmuring of some invisible mass. He's quite obviously not here out of any reverence for religion. Avenger is quiet and his dark eyes are mildly discontented.
But what's actually strange about the scene is this; the Servant had a long, red cloth in his hands, the ends trailing carelessly down onto the floor. To whose with the capability to sense such things, there's a lingering touch of divinity in the fabric: a sigh that the useless shroud had once been holy, but was no more.
Avenger himself wasn't too sure what to... do with it. ??? ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 77: SAUNA (mixed entrance) ]
[ It's several days after the crowds have drained out of the bathhouse that. It's not so much Avenger gives a fuck about his personal hygiene and the fact he's starting to smell as it's that occasionally his desires are very simple ones, and today they happen to include a long hot bath.
He backs up, naked amidst the clouds of steam, before taking a running leap and doing a cannonball into the hot pool with a gleeful shout.
The sauna is nearly empty today so luckily there's nobody for him to inconsiderately splash in the face with a wave of hot water. ]
[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 74: CAVERN ]
[ After several days of forced abstinence from murder, Angra was feeling itchy for it again, needing something to sate his bloodlust. And hunting down the less powerful of the Tower-generated creatures was a superficial escape from boredom.
Therefore, one can find him fighting monsters and indulging in a bit of violence in the cavernous darkness of this floor.
There are one or two already-dead creatures nearby. He is, as the casual observer can notice, very untidy about his kills and delighted in mutilating them, always leaving a bloody mess behind him. ]
[ SCENARIO D || ANYWHERE IN THE TOWER: YOUR PICK]
[ Generally, Angra wanders through an assortment of floors at night (or during the day) and shows little concern for which ones he ends up on as long as they are neither overly threatening or extreme. It's entirely possible to cross paths with him at some point.
Though, that begs the question of why on earth are you choosing to strike up conversation anyway? ]
Setting: Wildcard wanderings, the thirteenth floor, the seventy-seventh floor, the seventy-fourth floor and the hundred-and-one floor.
Format: Preference for action spam.
Summary: Aftermath regarding the regains from last month's event along with an open log for this month.
Warnings: lol Angra Mainyu (also nudity in one of the prompts)
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 13: CATHEDRAL ]
[ In the church, there's the usual silence—solitary and deepened by the evening's dimness—dust particles drifting in dim shafts of light.
And there's also a boy whose modesty is only preserved by his red mantle, seated on a front pew right near the altar with one tattooed leg crossed over the other leg, head tilted back to gaze up at the vaulted, airy ceiling and the faint murmuring of some invisible mass. He's quite obviously not here out of any reverence for religion. Avenger is quiet and his dark eyes are mildly discontented.
But what's actually strange about the scene is this; the Servant had a long, red cloth in his hands, the ends trailing carelessly down onto the floor. To whose with the capability to sense such things, there's a lingering touch of divinity in the fabric: a sigh that the useless shroud had once been holy, but was no more.
Avenger himself wasn't too sure what to... do with it. ??? ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 77: SAUNA (mixed entrance) ]
[ It's several days after the crowds have drained out of the bathhouse that. It's not so much Avenger gives a fuck about his personal hygiene and the fact he's starting to smell as it's that occasionally his desires are very simple ones, and today they happen to include a long hot bath.
He backs up, naked amidst the clouds of steam, before taking a running leap and doing a cannonball into the hot pool with a gleeful shout.
The sauna is nearly empty today so luckily there's nobody for him to inconsiderately splash in the face with a wave of hot water. ]
[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 74: CAVERN ]
[ After several days of forced abstinence from murder, Angra was feeling itchy for it again, needing something to sate his bloodlust. And hunting down the less powerful of the Tower-generated creatures was a superficial escape from boredom.
Therefore, one can find him fighting monsters and indulging in a bit of violence in the cavernous darkness of this floor.
There are one or two already-dead creatures nearby. He is, as the casual observer can notice, very untidy about his kills and delighted in mutilating them, always leaving a bloody mess behind him. ]
[ SCENARIO D || ANYWHERE IN THE TOWER: YOUR PICK]
[ Generally, Angra wanders through an assortment of floors at night (or during the day) and shows little concern for which ones he ends up on as long as they are neither overly threatening or extreme. It's entirely possible to cross paths with him at some point.
Though, that begs the question of why on earth are you choosing to strike up conversation anyway? ]
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I'm not interested in any of that. Never was. [ You could take that everlasting fame and glory, and shove it in a place where the sun doesn't shine, for all he cared. ]
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[Said as if that's the thing that's wrong with Avenger's dreams.]
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I don't give a shit 'bout your opinion on it, Lancer, but thanks for stupidly gracing us all with it anyway.
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I don't have a chalkboard around to put it in nice and simple terms for you.
[ 'Subtly' implying Lancer is a moron. ]
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Whenever Lancer wakes up from his nap again, he'll find Avenger gone and his cup of pumpkin juice knocked onto its side, a damp patch of spilled juice all that's left over. ]