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towerofanimus2013-10-29 11:17 pm
historyrabbit) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-29 11:17 pm
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Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ２ "Brooding Is Not My Forte"
Characters: [ou] Lavi + OPEN
Setting: Floors: 08, 38, 73, 28, and 25
Format: Prose to start, threader chooses
Summary: Lavi has a lot of thoughts. :|a Then is a goof.
Warnings: No waaaaaarnings.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ０８
There were few floors in the Tower that Lavi actually liked, the maze was one of them. He liked the way that it changed every day, he liked the way that it tested his memory.
In a place where his body was no long his own, his mind was the only thing he trusted. And even then he sometimes had doubts. Was everything from home made up by the people that ran this place? His relationships with Allen and Kanda just history written to flesh him out?
He hated these thoughts.
So he just walked. Walked through the maze, not following a single wall but just taking a path that his feet took. Then when he got completely turned around he stopped and went back the way he came.
The exact path.
At the end of one of these trails he sits on the staircase, holding a bottle of water. Right now his mind is calm, right now he doesn't need to walk.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ３８
The only thing this lounge was missing - in his honest opinion - was smooth, jazzy music and smoke. A haze of smoke from cigars and maybe even the gentle clinking of glasses at the non-existent bar.
Of course...the beanbags ruined the whole thing. Even if they were as comfortable as his bed almost.
And that meant one thing to the redhead.
Make a fort out of them.
They weren't very stable though so the walls were the oversized chairs but with a blanket he was able to make a sort of reputable fort.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ７３
Cold.
He hated the cold.
It didn't really make sense to him why he was even on the snow castle floor, but he was still exploring.
At least he'd brought a coat on his trip this time.
Lavi huddles deeper into the over-sized coat that he managed to find, nose burying in the collar. He stares at the ruins, wondering what sorts of people once lived here. If there were any actual people at all and this wasn't just all made up.
But so far he couldn't find any traces of life aside from the ruins themselves.
It was discerning. Like it was just dropped on the floor.
Lavi turns toward one of the rooms he explored earlier, the floor almost devoid of snow. If one ignored the fresh coat of it falling now. The snow had been put to a more proper use, snowmen had been made. Lavi tests his fingers inside his coat pockets, seeing if they were thawed enough to finish building the fourth.
"I could just make a little moon rabbit and leave it at that." He stares at the three snowmen [sfw link] of his friends, "Maybe put it on Yuu's head."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２８
The musical instruments on this floor amused him, Lavi spent a few hours in here every day, testing each of them. Seeing what triggered them; if it was movement, a touch, one of the other instruments going off - and if so, which one set it off.
Finally he had it all figured out, it was just a matter of gathering the ones he needed to make a song. And also figuring out how he'd get them to play as long as he needed them to to make the song.
For right now it was simple, just five or six trumpets and a sousaphone [sfw link] lined up and Lavi sitting on the floor in front of them all. He wouldn't look anything like a real conductor, he didn't much care about that anyway. What he cared about was playing 'Mary Had A Little Lamb', could he get them to do it...
"Alright, if we do this right, I'll leave you guys alone for a few days. You have my word."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２５
There was no explanation that Lavi could come up why he chose to come back to this floor over and over again. It was just something about it, the spring-time maybe or the flowers themselves that put him at peace.
Like the maze and the music room, he made daily trips to these floors. Lavi had begun to wear a path in the blades of grass to the place where he had already worn a circle down. The flowers he had cut and handed to any lady he ran into after his first day in the Tower. He had no reason behind it other than wanting to try and brighten someone else's day.
He shuffles through the tall grass right now, hand drifting over the top of it. Part of him wishes it reflected the season, but another part of him is glad that it's stuck in an eternal springtime. Even if the rest of this place was hell, there was this floor. Lavi stops in his circle which was slowly becoming an oval with how he often ended up taking a nap. But before he sits...
He heard grass rustle a short ways away. Lavi turns toward the noise, "Hello?"
Setting: Floors: 08, 38, 73, 28, and 25
Format: Prose to start, threader chooses
Summary: Lavi has a lot of thoughts. :|a Then is a goof.
Warnings: No waaaaaarnings.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ０８
There were few floors in the Tower that Lavi actually liked, the maze was one of them. He liked the way that it changed every day, he liked the way that it tested his memory.
In a place where his body was no long his own, his mind was the only thing he trusted. And even then he sometimes had doubts. Was everything from home made up by the people that ran this place? His relationships with Allen and Kanda just history written to flesh him out?
He hated these thoughts.
So he just walked. Walked through the maze, not following a single wall but just taking a path that his feet took. Then when he got completely turned around he stopped and went back the way he came.
The exact path.
At the end of one of these trails he sits on the staircase, holding a bottle of water. Right now his mind is calm, right now he doesn't need to walk.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ３８
The only thing this lounge was missing - in his honest opinion - was smooth, jazzy music and smoke. A haze of smoke from cigars and maybe even the gentle clinking of glasses at the non-existent bar.
Of course...the beanbags ruined the whole thing. Even if they were as comfortable as his bed almost.
And that meant one thing to the redhead.
Make a fort out of them.
They weren't very stable though so the walls were the oversized chairs but with a blanket he was able to make a sort of reputable fort.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ７３
Cold.
He hated the cold.
It didn't really make sense to him why he was even on the snow castle floor, but he was still exploring.
At least he'd brought a coat on his trip this time.
Lavi huddles deeper into the over-sized coat that he managed to find, nose burying in the collar. He stares at the ruins, wondering what sorts of people once lived here. If there were any actual people at all and this wasn't just all made up.
But so far he couldn't find any traces of life aside from the ruins themselves.
It was discerning. Like it was just dropped on the floor.
Lavi turns toward one of the rooms he explored earlier, the floor almost devoid of snow. If one ignored the fresh coat of it falling now. The snow had been put to a more proper use, snowmen had been made. Lavi tests his fingers inside his coat pockets, seeing if they were thawed enough to finish building the fourth.
"I could just make a little moon rabbit and leave it at that." He stares at the three snowmen [sfw link] of his friends, "Maybe put it on Yuu's head."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２８
The musical instruments on this floor amused him, Lavi spent a few hours in here every day, testing each of them. Seeing what triggered them; if it was movement, a touch, one of the other instruments going off - and if so, which one set it off.
Finally he had it all figured out, it was just a matter of gathering the ones he needed to make a song. And also figuring out how he'd get them to play as long as he needed them to to make the song.
For right now it was simple, just five or six trumpets and a sousaphone [sfw link] lined up and Lavi sitting on the floor in front of them all. He wouldn't look anything like a real conductor, he didn't much care about that anyway. What he cared about was playing 'Mary Had A Little Lamb', could he get them to do it...
"Alright, if we do this right, I'll leave you guys alone for a few days. You have my word."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２５
There was no explanation that Lavi could come up why he chose to come back to this floor over and over again. It was just something about it, the spring-time maybe or the flowers themselves that put him at peace.
Like the maze and the music room, he made daily trips to these floors. Lavi had begun to wear a path in the blades of grass to the place where he had already worn a circle down. The flowers he had cut and handed to any lady he ran into after his first day in the Tower. He had no reason behind it other than wanting to try and brighten someone else's day.
He shuffles through the tall grass right now, hand drifting over the top of it. Part of him wishes it reflected the season, but another part of him is glad that it's stuck in an eternal springtime. Even if the rest of this place was hell, there was this floor. Lavi stops in his circle which was slowly becoming an oval with how he often ended up taking a nap. But before he sits...
He heard grass rustle a short ways away. Lavi turns toward the noise, "Hello?"
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Noticing her fumble he pulls his own gloves off, holding them out to her while he peers at the screen.]
Allen? Looks like the short one on the end, right? [Lavi smiles.] Yeah, he's from the same place I am. We fight together. Or did...
[Lavi looks down at his feet for a moment, then back at the snowmen.] The one beside him is Kanda, bit of a grumpy swordsman. He's also here, but you probably won't annoy him much seeing as you're not a noisy rabbit like me. [He grins this time though the expression gets slightly sad as he shifts his gaze to the last one.] Lenalee isn't here with us though, she's good at making sure we all get along. Or at least behaves.
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The "or did", however, immediately inspires a look of concern. She's quick with typing this time, though there's just as much fumbling, and the message seems a little more rushed.]
is he ok in your world?
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The redhead smiles grimly.] I hope so, but from what he's told me I'm not so sure. We were separated, I don't even know if I ended up being okay. But Allen doesn't go down easily, never has as far as I can tell.
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For a moment, a fraction of a second, it almost looks like she might cry. She's a foot away from the verge of tears, and she shivers briefly, though not from the cold.
Lavi doesn't understand. Allen not going down easily is the part that worries her. Awful things happen if you don't go down easily.
The evidence of it is only in her expression for a second though. Instead of typing up another message, Nill just nods, letting her arms hang in front of her, the tablet lightly held between them.]
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Lavi bends at the waist slightly, leaning to look up at her from below.]
He'll be alright, yeah? Allen is Allen. Just have to wait for him to show back up is all.
[Reaching out to pat her shoulder but he stops the action before his arm rises very far.
His hand drops and he crouches.]
How about we make him a guardian angel, yeah?
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Only thing is, she's not sure he believes that. And she's not sure she does either.
For a moment, she looks at her tablet. What she wants to say is that angels don't guard anything, but that seems... mean. So instead of typing that, she just offers a nod.]
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Lavi wouldn't try to make her believe in them, honestly. He just needed a reason to build a snow!Nill, aside from getting her help.]
Why don't you put on my gloves and we'll get started, yeah? [Moving over to some snow over in the corner.]