SHINJI MATOU 【Fate/EXTRA】 (
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towerofanimus2013-10-18 07:12 pm
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Characters: Shinji Matou & OPEN
Setting: Floor 3 & Floor 83
Format: Brackets preferred
Summary: Browsing books and clothes.
Warnings: The clothes on Floor 83 are kind of gross, yo.
I. Floor 3
[It's not odd to see Shinji in the library. For whatever his faults, he's book smart and likes learning, and he doesn't usually do anything to draw attention to himself besides reading things that seem like they should be a bit too complex for his age. Today, however, he's conspicuously hidden, trying to obscure whatever he's looking at by surrounding himself with stacks of thick books discussing his usual interests.]
[The book he's paging through is nothing that should be illicit; it's a tome from the library in his own home, he realizes, old and tattered and filled with handwritten notes in handwriting that comes from several people. The oldest parts of the book are so faded that they're difficult to read. This is something he's wanted—something filled with information on old world magecraft from before the Great Collapse—and yet he finds himself embarrassed as he browses through it.]
[It's probably something to do with the fact that, as he browses through it, he pays more attention to the names and dates written inside it than he does anything else. Sure, he's never really known any family outside of his mom, but why should that matter?]
II. Floor 83
[It's been months since Shinji has arrived in the Tower, and he's a growing child. So, it's not really surprising that he's starting to outgrow his clothes.]
[Naturally, he hasn't actually brought the issue up to anyone, stubbornly trying be independent. So, presently, he's squinting suspiciously at the clothes on Floor 83. He has examined them, and they don't look like they're anything dangerous, but...]
[Eventually, he decides to take a chance. He tries on a pair of socks. What he expects, if anything, is to have the cloth try to bite his feet off, or maybe to constrict so violently that his bones are crushed. What he gets instead is the feeling of having inserted his foot into the body of a live bird.]
[Squawking in a far more literal sense than normal, he scrambles to tear them off his feet, half-intentionally hurling them away from himself as he does so.]
Setting: Floor 3 & Floor 83
Format: Brackets preferred
Summary: Browsing books and clothes.
Warnings: The clothes on Floor 83 are kind of gross, yo.
I. Floor 3
[It's not odd to see Shinji in the library. For whatever his faults, he's book smart and likes learning, and he doesn't usually do anything to draw attention to himself besides reading things that seem like they should be a bit too complex for his age. Today, however, he's conspicuously hidden, trying to obscure whatever he's looking at by surrounding himself with stacks of thick books discussing his usual interests.]
[The book he's paging through is nothing that should be illicit; it's a tome from the library in his own home, he realizes, old and tattered and filled with handwritten notes in handwriting that comes from several people. The oldest parts of the book are so faded that they're difficult to read. This is something he's wanted—something filled with information on old world magecraft from before the Great Collapse—and yet he finds himself embarrassed as he browses through it.]
[It's probably something to do with the fact that, as he browses through it, he pays more attention to the names and dates written inside it than he does anything else. Sure, he's never really known any family outside of his mom, but why should that matter?]
II. Floor 83
[It's been months since Shinji has arrived in the Tower, and he's a growing child. So, it's not really surprising that he's starting to outgrow his clothes.]
[Naturally, he hasn't actually brought the issue up to anyone, stubbornly trying be independent. So, presently, he's squinting suspiciously at the clothes on Floor 83. He has examined them, and they don't look like they're anything dangerous, but...]
[Eventually, he decides to take a chance. He tries on a pair of socks. What he expects, if anything, is to have the cloth try to bite his feet off, or maybe to constrict so violently that his bones are crushed. What he gets instead is the feeling of having inserted his foot into the body of a live bird.]
[Squawking in a far more literal sense than normal, he scrambles to tear them off his feet, half-intentionally hurling them away from himself as he does so.]

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