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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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[Roxas scratches his head.]
Well I haven't seen Sora yet, I don't know if it's weird or not. We've never really met. I saw him before I came here, but we've never talked or anything.
[He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes a little, his voice almost envious.]
Sometimes when I dream I see tall trees with big leaves, and beaches. Sunny, sandy beaches. I think it's an island. Sora plays all day, I think, with his friends, Kairi and Riku. It's so peaceful. I wish I could go to the beach.
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... really? I spoke with him a few days ago. I suppose it's easy enough to avoid people here though. [A pause, and then a curious expression crosses his face.] Do you want to speak with him though? What would it be like, to meet the person you came from, I wonder?
There's a beach here... it's not the same beach as in those memories, but the feeling would be the same.
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[His eyes widen, hang on a minute here.]
There's a beach?!
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Well, everyone can come. The beach is supposed to be fun, right?
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[He doesn't really see fit to mention the disease he feels standing out on the edge of the beach, staring off into the horizon.
For a moment he looks around, uncertain as to where he should put the project he's been working on. As he intends to return, eventually he just tucks it away on a shelf.]
All right, I'll show you. This way....
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[Roxas grins and practically chases after him in his excitement.]
What kinds of things do you like to do at the beach?
sorry for lateness, I was on holiday sob
Um... I like swimming, I suppose. I seem to remember how to do that fairly well.