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towerofanimus2014-02-04 04:58 am
crouching_sin) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-04 04:58 am
Entry tags:
i have no missionary zeal my friend
Characters: Naoya and whomever wants to deal with him
Setting: Floor 88 (bar), floor 82 (masquerade), floor 62 (beach), floor 2 (infirmary)
Format: Either
Summary: Naoya thought he knew headaches. Naoya was very wrong. He is also grappling with questions he didn't even know he had.
Warnings: None aside from Naoya himself being a warning.
[Floor 88]
[The familiar setting of the bar is comfortable for him. No matter what form it takes, humans always create places to drink alcohol. The constancy of this fact amuses him, and it's with this thought that he heads into the bar.]
[The smoky interior doesn't bother him much, and he heads over to the pool table, racking the balls and taking a cue. He starts shooting the balls into the pockets, trying different angles for no reason other than it amuses him. He's fairly good at least, though it's less from practiced skill and more from knowledge of geometry.]
[Floor 82]
[Naoya stands off to the side, looking around the ballroom. His mask is pushed up into his hair. He's well aware what this means should anyone find him on this floor, but strangely… he doesn't care much today.]
[Answering truthfully… with all of the infinite worlds and possibilities for him that he saw, what was the truth anymore? Thousands upon thousands of timelines and years of thought and he still has no idea what the 'truth' is for him. He has no answers, no solutions… even the worlds where he was free gave him no solid ideas.]
[Perhaps he'll dance in a bit. For now though, he continues to watch and wait.]
[Floor 62]
[Being on this floor is relaxing for Naoya, in a strange way. He knows better than to attempt swimming out into the water, but walking in the wet sand in his bare feet isn't too bad. It's still very cold, but for a short time walking along like this is fine.]
[After a while he cleans off his feet and puts his shoes back on. He crouches down and draws symbols in the sand, bits and pieces of sigils and summoning circles. Nothing complete, but enough to make him smile ever so slightly, before wiping them away.]
[Floor 2]
[Naoya has never been an infrequent visitor to this floor. Constant headaches have always driven him here eventually. Today is no exception, apart from the fact that he seems to be going for the larger dosages of painkillers.]
[Alternatively, he can be found resting in one of the hospital beds. It's rare that he'll be asleep here, but taking a quick rest here for ten minutes or so doesn't hurt.]
Setting: Floor 88 (bar), floor 82 (masquerade), floor 62 (beach), floor 2 (infirmary)
Format: Either
Summary: Naoya thought he knew headaches. Naoya was very wrong. He is also grappling with questions he didn't even know he had.
Warnings: None aside from Naoya himself being a warning.
[Floor 88]
[The familiar setting of the bar is comfortable for him. No matter what form it takes, humans always create places to drink alcohol. The constancy of this fact amuses him, and it's with this thought that he heads into the bar.]
[The smoky interior doesn't bother him much, and he heads over to the pool table, racking the balls and taking a cue. He starts shooting the balls into the pockets, trying different angles for no reason other than it amuses him. He's fairly good at least, though it's less from practiced skill and more from knowledge of geometry.]
[Floor 82]
[Naoya stands off to the side, looking around the ballroom. His mask is pushed up into his hair. He's well aware what this means should anyone find him on this floor, but strangely… he doesn't care much today.]
[Answering truthfully… with all of the infinite worlds and possibilities for him that he saw, what was the truth anymore? Thousands upon thousands of timelines and years of thought and he still has no idea what the 'truth' is for him. He has no answers, no solutions… even the worlds where he was free gave him no solid ideas.]
[Perhaps he'll dance in a bit. For now though, he continues to watch and wait.]
[Floor 62]
[Being on this floor is relaxing for Naoya, in a strange way. He knows better than to attempt swimming out into the water, but walking in the wet sand in his bare feet isn't too bad. It's still very cold, but for a short time walking along like this is fine.]
[After a while he cleans off his feet and puts his shoes back on. He crouches down and draws symbols in the sand, bits and pieces of sigils and summoning circles. Nothing complete, but enough to make him smile ever so slightly, before wiping them away.]
[Floor 2]
[Naoya has never been an infrequent visitor to this floor. Constant headaches have always driven him here eventually. Today is no exception, apart from the fact that he seems to be going for the larger dosages of painkillers.]
[Alternatively, he can be found resting in one of the hospital beds. It's rare that he'll be asleep here, but taking a quick rest here for ten minutes or so doesn't hurt.]