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towerofanimus2013-11-29 10:40 pm
derping) wrote in towerofanimus2013-11-29 10:40 pm
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Something Missing [Backdated to the 24th]
Characters: Sora, OPEN
Setting: His room (1-06), Floor 52, Floor 78, Floor 62. Also, if you'd like Sora to run into your character in a more general area, like the cafeteria or one of the media floors (or any floor, honestly), feel free to choose that as a setting even if I don't have prompts for them. Also, even though the first prompt is locked, your character can run into Sora in his room in the evening.
Format: Anything is fine!
Summary: Backdated to November 24th; Sora dies, and comes back with a year's worth of tower memories permanently out of place.
Warnings: Nothing yet!
Room 1-06, Locked to Xion
[The long periods of sleep paralysis after death in the tower are no picnic, but they're much, much worse when you don't remember dying at all.
Sora doesn't know what's happening. He knows, of course, about the sleep paralysis after death (remembers it from after he died in the Labyrinth experiment, though it doesn't really stand out on the list of things that made an impact on him that week), and he's heard that it goes on for longer the more times someone dies here. Last time...well, it had felt like a long time, but he was pretty sure that it really wasn't. But now it really was going on for a long time, a very long time, and what was worse was that he didn't even know why it was happening.
Because he hadn't died, had he? He was sure of it, because how could he forget something like that? Sora tried to put the events of the previous day back together in his mind, just to be sure - he remembered running after Xion and Axel after he head them arguing, and all of them falling onto that really dark floor when the stairs gave out. But they had all gotten out of that just fine! And after that he had eaten and gone to bed...everything had been normal.
Unless he was forgetting something. Or maybe he didn't make it off that floor safely. Was he just imagining the other stuff? But...no, he was sure he remembered going to sleep, and everything before that. So what was going on? Was something else happening? Some other kind of experiment?
Not to mention that something else felt wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was like this.
Sora tried not to be, but he couldn't help it - he was getting scared. He just wanted to wake up, move around, figure out what was going on. He wanted this to be over already.
Thankfully, it eventually was...and once it was, before he even opened his eyes, he was able to tell exactly what felt wrong. His body was strange; everything was a little too big, or a little too long. Like he just hadn't grown into it all yet. And the last time he had felt that way...
He opens his eyes as fast as he can, scrambling to sit up and look down at his clothes. He let out the biggest sigh of relief he could when he saw that they weren't Vanitas' (even though that wouldn't have made sense anyway, since he was gone, but...). In fact, he was so relieved that it took a few seconds for it to occur to him that the clothes weren't his, either.
They weren't, though. That was weird. And he was definitely different and - yup, gonna stand up now - taller.
Anyone who comes into the room will probably see him still standing there, still looking confused. Because where did this overnight growth spurt come from?]
Floor 52
[He was still having trouble wrapping his head around the idea that some - a lot of - his memories were missing. It was a lot of think about, and having that as a distraction in his head meant that now probably wasn't the best time to be exploring all the new...or, well, new to him...floors in the tower.
But, good idea or not, that's exactly what he's doing. What could it hurt? Well...a lot of things, but as long as he was careful, why not take a look?
For the most part, he really was trying to be cautious. He figured he shouldn't wander too far away from the staircase, and that when he got tired he should stop and go back. But not stepping too far from the staircase didn't mean not stepping off at all, right?
So, when he sees the floor made up of giant playing cards, he gets curious and decides to take a closer look, only to immediately realize that was a bad idea when he steps off the staircase and more cards rise behind him, blocking the way back. Now what?
Maybe there was someone else there who could help him...?]
Floor 78
[Wait, they have MAILBOXES now?
Okay, so maybe it wasn't all that exciting, especially with all the work it took to even get up to the floor - how could there be so many new floors, anyway? - but Sora really liked the idea. Now he could send stuff to people without having to go track them down all the time (or mess with the network, which wasn't great for sending messages to specific people anyway), like letters or presents or...wait, presents! Christmas was coming up soon, right?
Don't mind Sora as he walks through the mail room, searching for and taking mental note of the mailboxes that belong to his friends.]
Floor 62
[There were a lot more new floors than he thought - so many that he didn't even come close to making it to the top. But it was getting late, and he didn't want to be out after night.
Still, he had noticed the beach floor on the way up, and he noticed it again coming down. Though he's weary about leaving the stairs, especially after the mess with the card floor earlier, it's almost impossible for him to ignore a beach. Carefully he steps off the staircase, walks a little bit away...so far so good!
It wasn't one of the beaches he was used to, but even just seeing it, and just being able to hear the ocean, made him feel more relaxed. Okay, so he knew that he shouldn't get too comfortable, but...
Maybe he can take a breather here before making his way back downstairs.]
Setting: His room (1-06), Floor 52, Floor 78, Floor 62. Also, if you'd like Sora to run into your character in a more general area, like the cafeteria or one of the media floors (or any floor, honestly), feel free to choose that as a setting even if I don't have prompts for them. Also, even though the first prompt is locked, your character can run into Sora in his room in the evening.
Format: Anything is fine!
Summary: Backdated to November 24th; Sora dies, and comes back with a year's worth of tower memories permanently out of place.
Warnings: Nothing yet!
Room 1-06, Locked to Xion
[The long periods of sleep paralysis after death in the tower are no picnic, but they're much, much worse when you don't remember dying at all.
Sora doesn't know what's happening. He knows, of course, about the sleep paralysis after death (remembers it from after he died in the Labyrinth experiment, though it doesn't really stand out on the list of things that made an impact on him that week), and he's heard that it goes on for longer the more times someone dies here. Last time...well, it had felt like a long time, but he was pretty sure that it really wasn't. But now it really was going on for a long time, a very long time, and what was worse was that he didn't even know why it was happening.
Because he hadn't died, had he? He was sure of it, because how could he forget something like that? Sora tried to put the events of the previous day back together in his mind, just to be sure - he remembered running after Xion and Axel after he head them arguing, and all of them falling onto that really dark floor when the stairs gave out. But they had all gotten out of that just fine! And after that he had eaten and gone to bed...everything had been normal.
Unless he was forgetting something. Or maybe he didn't make it off that floor safely. Was he just imagining the other stuff? But...no, he was sure he remembered going to sleep, and everything before that. So what was going on? Was something else happening? Some other kind of experiment?
Not to mention that something else felt wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was like this.
Sora tried not to be, but he couldn't help it - he was getting scared. He just wanted to wake up, move around, figure out what was going on. He wanted this to be over already.
Thankfully, it eventually was...and once it was, before he even opened his eyes, he was able to tell exactly what felt wrong. His body was strange; everything was a little too big, or a little too long. Like he just hadn't grown into it all yet. And the last time he had felt that way...
He opens his eyes as fast as he can, scrambling to sit up and look down at his clothes. He let out the biggest sigh of relief he could when he saw that they weren't Vanitas' (even though that wouldn't have made sense anyway, since he was gone, but...). In fact, he was so relieved that it took a few seconds for it to occur to him that the clothes weren't his, either.
They weren't, though. That was weird. And he was definitely different and - yup, gonna stand up now - taller.
Anyone who comes into the room will probably see him still standing there, still looking confused. Because where did this overnight growth spurt come from?]
Floor 52
[He was still having trouble wrapping his head around the idea that some - a lot of - his memories were missing. It was a lot of think about, and having that as a distraction in his head meant that now probably wasn't the best time to be exploring all the new...or, well, new to him...floors in the tower.
But, good idea or not, that's exactly what he's doing. What could it hurt? Well...a lot of things, but as long as he was careful, why not take a look?
For the most part, he really was trying to be cautious. He figured he shouldn't wander too far away from the staircase, and that when he got tired he should stop and go back. But not stepping too far from the staircase didn't mean not stepping off at all, right?
So, when he sees the floor made up of giant playing cards, he gets curious and decides to take a closer look, only to immediately realize that was a bad idea when he steps off the staircase and more cards rise behind him, blocking the way back. Now what?
Maybe there was someone else there who could help him...?]
Floor 78
[Wait, they have MAILBOXES now?
Okay, so maybe it wasn't all that exciting, especially with all the work it took to even get up to the floor - how could there be so many new floors, anyway? - but Sora really liked the idea. Now he could send stuff to people without having to go track them down all the time (or mess with the network, which wasn't great for sending messages to specific people anyway), like letters or presents or...wait, presents! Christmas was coming up soon, right?
Don't mind Sora as he walks through the mail room, searching for and taking mental note of the mailboxes that belong to his friends.]
Floor 62
[There were a lot more new floors than he thought - so many that he didn't even come close to making it to the top. But it was getting late, and he didn't want to be out after night.
Still, he had noticed the beach floor on the way up, and he noticed it again coming down. Though he's weary about leaving the stairs, especially after the mess with the card floor earlier, it's almost impossible for him to ignore a beach. Carefully he steps off the staircase, walks a little bit away...so far so good!
It wasn't one of the beaches he was used to, but even just seeing it, and just being able to hear the ocean, made him feel more relaxed. Okay, so he knew that he shouldn't get too comfortable, but...
Maybe he can take a breather here before making his way back downstairs.]
Floor 78
He spots Sora just as he closes his box.]
...Hey Sora!
no subject
Or, at least, who he thinks it is. He's not aware of the new abundance of Rikufaces yet.]
Oh, Riku! I was going to come look for you.
[Because if there's anyone he should talk to about his missing memories, it's probably his best friend.]
no subject
He'll make his way over to Sora once Sora stops.]
Wh--huh, you were?
no subject
[INTENSE SQUINTING.
Well, okay, it's not really intense squinting, but he's definitely got his thinking face on. Something isn't right. This Riku is a little bit older than he was when he left the islands...but not as old as the first Riku he met here in the tower. And if it's been a year, the other Riku should be about that old, too, right? Unless Sora was wrong and he wasn't. This was all still very confusing and it was kind of hard to guess.
Even if he wasn't, though, Sora was still more and more unsure of who he was talking to the longer he looked at Riku - and he's always been really good at telling them apart, too! This is weird.
Well, clearly, there was only one way to solve this mystery.]
Okay, I know it probably seems weird that I have to ask this, but...which Riku are you?
Are you still interested in continuing this?
[Well, the collar color is obvious, and if Sora doesn't know that the Rikus have different colored collars, that's a problem. So he's not going to point that out.]
The younger one. I'm pretty sure the other Riku is a bit older than I am, anyway.
Yes!
[Now that he's actually looking, the collar color thing is pretty obvious, too. He had just been so excited to see Riku that he hadn't been looking closely at all at first.
Actually...neither of the Rikus had a collar that color, did they? The ones Sora could remember didn't, which meant...
More things that he couldn't remember.
But this was still Riku, even if Sora can't remember this specific Riku, so maybe that's not what he should be thinking about right now anyway.]
Ah, never mind. I still really need to talk to you.
[And, Sora being Sora, he'll just get right to the point.]
Something's wrong with my memories.