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towerofanimus2013-11-23 06:51 am
terra_nullius) wrote in towerofanimus2013-11-23 06:51 am
Entry tags:
the flight of icarus
Characters: Terra-Xehanort (terra_nullius) and anyone who wishes to see what he's up to
Setting: Assorted floors, but primarily floor 91
Format: Action to start, will do prose if you desire
Summary: Derpface is bored and wants to try something particularly foolish, so he prepares for death.
Warnings: None that I can think of, will update.
Floor 15
[His first stop for the day is the workshop, where he takes a bit of time selecting some hard wood and cutting it carefully into long strips. He finds some hinges, and screws them into place, and adds some other attachments to the things to create what looks like two large, open-ended frames of some sort that can pop open to lock into place. Satisfied with the clumsy construction, he slings them over his shoulder and departs.]
Floor 51
[How amusing. Floor 51 is his next destination, after floor 15... fitting. He opens up his frame and spreads it out, before selecting a swatch of random fabric. He begins to clumsily sew the fabric onto the frame, giving it the appearance of half of a large kite. It's quite large, so it does take a long time, and he mutters and yelps as he pricks his finger numerous times. The second half he switches to a red fabric to avoid the visible dots of red that become more numerous on the first one. Not that it'll matter in the end, he muses.
When the second frame is finally finished, he takes off his shirt and lays it out, with the frames on either side. Then he begins to sew the things on to his shirt. When that is finished, he does the same with his pants. This takes much longer, as the cold temperatures leave him shivering and his fingers not cooperating quite as well.
When he's finally finished he puts on his clothes awkwardly, snapping the frames closed so that they're not up and making him look bigger than he actually is. It's not perfect, but it'll work well enough for what he wants to try. With the frames open, they look almost like patagia, extending from his arms out to his feet. Like some sort of humanoid flying squirrel. With that step complete, he departs as well.]
Floor 91
[With a rough ability to glide and control his descent somewhat, he now comes to the highest point he can tell opens to the outside of the world of the Tower. Staring out over the abyss, all he can see is the cloud layer. What lies beneath that? Is there a vista to behold? Is there nothing but ravaged land? There's no real answer forthcoming. The only way to find out fur certain is to jump.
He walks all the way back to the staircase, preparing for a final run to give himself momentum for when he jumps off the edge.]
terra_nullius) and anyone who wishes to see what he's up toSetting: Assorted floors, but primarily floor 91
Format: Action to start, will do prose if you desire
Summary: Derpface is bored and wants to try something particularly foolish, so he prepares for death.
Warnings: None that I can think of, will update.
Floor 15
[His first stop for the day is the workshop, where he takes a bit of time selecting some hard wood and cutting it carefully into long strips. He finds some hinges, and screws them into place, and adds some other attachments to the things to create what looks like two large, open-ended frames of some sort that can pop open to lock into place. Satisfied with the clumsy construction, he slings them over his shoulder and departs.]
Floor 51
[How amusing. Floor 51 is his next destination, after floor 15... fitting. He opens up his frame and spreads it out, before selecting a swatch of random fabric. He begins to clumsily sew the fabric onto the frame, giving it the appearance of half of a large kite. It's quite large, so it does take a long time, and he mutters and yelps as he pricks his finger numerous times. The second half he switches to a red fabric to avoid the visible dots of red that become more numerous on the first one. Not that it'll matter in the end, he muses.
When the second frame is finally finished, he takes off his shirt and lays it out, with the frames on either side. Then he begins to sew the things on to his shirt. When that is finished, he does the same with his pants. This takes much longer, as the cold temperatures leave him shivering and his fingers not cooperating quite as well.
When he's finally finished he puts on his clothes awkwardly, snapping the frames closed so that they're not up and making him look bigger than he actually is. It's not perfect, but it'll work well enough for what he wants to try. With the frames open, they look almost like patagia, extending from his arms out to his feet. Like some sort of humanoid flying squirrel. With that step complete, he departs as well.]
Floor 91
[With a rough ability to glide and control his descent somewhat, he now comes to the highest point he can tell opens to the outside of the world of the Tower. Staring out over the abyss, all he can see is the cloud layer. What lies beneath that? Is there a vista to behold? Is there nothing but ravaged land? There's no real answer forthcoming. The only way to find out fur certain is to jump.
He walks all the way back to the staircase, preparing for a final run to give himself momentum for when he jumps off the edge.]
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*Surely it can't be too late to correct this lack of information he's been given. Knowledge is power, and they needed to be as empowered as feasible, as a whole.*
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*He takes a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to Xehanort.* We spread this publicly as it instructed. It was our last gift from Dax... He was the only one of our hosts who confronted Ruana.
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[He reads over the paper quickly, quietly mulling things over in his mind.]
Is this all?
sob and I get to this point late. Sorry RL slowed me down so much....
it's okay, I've been on holiday myself