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towerofanimus2014-02-09 05:19 pm
wrathishness) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-09 05:19 pm
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1st Sin
Characters: Ira and open.
Setting: Room 1-02, Floor 12, Floor 88, Floor 8
Format: Whatever you prefer! I'll follow your lead.
Summary: Ira takes news of his world's fate the way he usually does anything he doesn't like: poorly.
Warnings: Ira's a mouthy jerk at the best of times, and he's in a very bad mood. Otherwise, nothing in particular.
Room 1-02
The last thing Ira had known, he'd fallen asleep on a mountain of plushies, "lulled" into slumber by the sound of Mammo and Regina arguing and Bel sucking up to King Selfish's daughter, as usual. When he awakes, he's on a bed in a room he doesn't know, wearing clothes he's never before worn, surrounded by total strangers. His immediate assumption is that Regina had decided to play a prank on him, or maybe Mammo had proposed it to get Regina off her back, or maybe Bel was just being an enormous jerk again, and his reaction is consequently irritation.
"Why do I always end up the butt of their stupid jokes?" he gripes, although that isn't really true and he frequently gives as good as he gets, and jumps out of the bed. "And what's with these stupid--huh?"
The flutter of a piece of paper catches his attention, and he snatches it up and reads it. Once finished, he scowls, rolls his eyes, crumples it up and tosses it over his shoulder.
"Ha, ha, very funny, guys!" he yells to no one who actually exists within the Tower. If that bothers any of his new dormmates, he doesn't care in the slightest. "I don't buy it for a second, so you can come on out!"
No response. Ira's scowl deepens. "Tch," he utters, kicking the trunk at the foot of his bed in a fit of pique.
Of course, he doesn't have his boots on, so that just leads to him hopping around on one foot for a moment while snarling unpleasant things. By the time he opens the trunk up and finds his usual outfit inside, he's extremely cranky, and even moreso when he changes and realizes he has a collar that he can't remove looped around his neck. Not for a moment does he think that this is anything more than an elaborate prank.
At least, not until he notices inside that trunk a roll of medical bandages, slightly used. They look the same as any other medical bandages, but the feel of them in his hand reminds him of a girl, all blue and floaty and glittery.
It makes him oddly uncomfortable, and so he shoves it back inside, closes the trunk, and shoves the whole thing under his bed before teleporting out of the room.
Floor Twelve
The problem with teleportation is that if you don't teleport with any specific idea of where you're going, you're going to end up someplace you don't expect. Having anticipated ending up on Earth to vent his spleen on some unsuspecting selfish human, Ira is very surprised to see a view of outer space.
"What the heck?!" he utters, almost spinning in midair at the view of a universe being destroyed and crumbling to grey stone. He clutches his chest when it becomes apparent that it's just an illusion, though, without giving due consideration on why he went straight for his heart--such as those are for a Selfish.
"Arrrgh, what's with this place?!" he instead demands, landing on the floor and kicking at it viciously. "When I find out who's behind this, they're gonna regret messing with me!!"
Floor Eighty-Eight
This place is a little more like what Ira's familiar with, and for a brief second, he thinks he's back in the bowling alley. Seeing through the perpetual haze tells him that's not the case, though, and with a scowl, he seats himself at one of the tables, not far from the pool table. He happens to be in front of a mirror, and catchign sight of his reflection, he spots the collar around his next. Tilting his head back and forth shows that the violet stuff inside is some kind of liquid.
/I want this thing off,/ Ira thinks, and so he once again tries, with redoubled efforts, to pry it off. He even grabs a cue ball from the pool table, regardless of whether there's a game going on or not, and tries to smash it.
When all of his efforts fail, he's in an even worse mood than ever.
Floor Eight
There's nothing in the labyrinth, and with Ira in the mood that he's in, that's probably for the best. The reality of his situation, even if he doesn't know the truth behind it beyond what that note said, is starting to sink in, and he doesn't know how to handle how that makes him feel. Stalking through empty halls, trying to figure out the way out, is more an excuse to mentally sort things through and try to figure out what he's going to do next than anything else.
Because whatever weird thing he's gotten trapped in, his world can't be destroyed. Not with the damn Precures around. There's no way, after all the trouble they gave him and the other Selfishes, that the whole world could have gotten destroyed in the blink of an eye. Not when King Selfish himself couldn't do that, not to that scale. There must be something else going on, and he just needs to figure out... something. Thinking things through isn't Ira's strong suit, but in the absence of anything familiar, he'll give it a shot. Plus, though he'll never admit it, he's honestly a little unnerved.
But only a a little. After all, he can fly, he can teleport, and he's yet to encounter a floor where those things aren't possible and so doesn't know they exist. If he really wants to, if he really gets serious, he can just leave whenever he wants. This labyrinth, this Tower, whatever.
...Right?
Setting: Room 1-02, Floor 12, Floor 88, Floor 8
Format: Whatever you prefer! I'll follow your lead.
Summary: Ira takes news of his world's fate the way he usually does anything he doesn't like: poorly.
Warnings: Ira's a mouthy jerk at the best of times, and he's in a very bad mood. Otherwise, nothing in particular.
Room 1-02
The last thing Ira had known, he'd fallen asleep on a mountain of plushies, "lulled" into slumber by the sound of Mammo and Regina arguing and Bel sucking up to King Selfish's daughter, as usual. When he awakes, he's on a bed in a room he doesn't know, wearing clothes he's never before worn, surrounded by total strangers. His immediate assumption is that Regina had decided to play a prank on him, or maybe Mammo had proposed it to get Regina off her back, or maybe Bel was just being an enormous jerk again, and his reaction is consequently irritation.
"Why do I always end up the butt of their stupid jokes?" he gripes, although that isn't really true and he frequently gives as good as he gets, and jumps out of the bed. "And what's with these stupid--huh?"
The flutter of a piece of paper catches his attention, and he snatches it up and reads it. Once finished, he scowls, rolls his eyes, crumples it up and tosses it over his shoulder.
"Ha, ha, very funny, guys!" he yells to no one who actually exists within the Tower. If that bothers any of his new dormmates, he doesn't care in the slightest. "I don't buy it for a second, so you can come on out!"
No response. Ira's scowl deepens. "Tch," he utters, kicking the trunk at the foot of his bed in a fit of pique.
Of course, he doesn't have his boots on, so that just leads to him hopping around on one foot for a moment while snarling unpleasant things. By the time he opens the trunk up and finds his usual outfit inside, he's extremely cranky, and even moreso when he changes and realizes he has a collar that he can't remove looped around his neck. Not for a moment does he think that this is anything more than an elaborate prank.
At least, not until he notices inside that trunk a roll of medical bandages, slightly used. They look the same as any other medical bandages, but the feel of them in his hand reminds him of a girl, all blue and floaty and glittery.
It makes him oddly uncomfortable, and so he shoves it back inside, closes the trunk, and shoves the whole thing under his bed before teleporting out of the room.
Floor Twelve
The problem with teleportation is that if you don't teleport with any specific idea of where you're going, you're going to end up someplace you don't expect. Having anticipated ending up on Earth to vent his spleen on some unsuspecting selfish human, Ira is very surprised to see a view of outer space.
"What the heck?!" he utters, almost spinning in midair at the view of a universe being destroyed and crumbling to grey stone. He clutches his chest when it becomes apparent that it's just an illusion, though, without giving due consideration on why he went straight for his heart--such as those are for a Selfish.
"Arrrgh, what's with this place?!" he instead demands, landing on the floor and kicking at it viciously. "When I find out who's behind this, they're gonna regret messing with me!!"
Floor Eighty-Eight
This place is a little more like what Ira's familiar with, and for a brief second, he thinks he's back in the bowling alley. Seeing through the perpetual haze tells him that's not the case, though, and with a scowl, he seats himself at one of the tables, not far from the pool table. He happens to be in front of a mirror, and catchign sight of his reflection, he spots the collar around his next. Tilting his head back and forth shows that the violet stuff inside is some kind of liquid.
/I want this thing off,/ Ira thinks, and so he once again tries, with redoubled efforts, to pry it off. He even grabs a cue ball from the pool table, regardless of whether there's a game going on or not, and tries to smash it.
When all of his efforts fail, he's in an even worse mood than ever.
Floor Eight
There's nothing in the labyrinth, and with Ira in the mood that he's in, that's probably for the best. The reality of his situation, even if he doesn't know the truth behind it beyond what that note said, is starting to sink in, and he doesn't know how to handle how that makes him feel. Stalking through empty halls, trying to figure out the way out, is more an excuse to mentally sort things through and try to figure out what he's going to do next than anything else.
Because whatever weird thing he's gotten trapped in, his world can't be destroyed. Not with the damn Precures around. There's no way, after all the trouble they gave him and the other Selfishes, that the whole world could have gotten destroyed in the blink of an eye. Not when King Selfish himself couldn't do that, not to that scale. There must be something else going on, and he just needs to figure out... something. Thinking things through isn't Ira's strong suit, but in the absence of anything familiar, he'll give it a shot. Plus, though he'll never admit it, he's honestly a little unnerved.
But only a a little. After all, he can fly, he can teleport, and he's yet to encounter a floor where those things aren't possible and so doesn't know they exist. If he really wants to, if he really gets serious, he can just leave whenever he wants. This labyrinth, this Tower, whatever.
...Right?
88
"Something wrong?"
Well you know, besides the hellhole of a tower and the fact that everyone's worlds were destroyed.
88
"Yeah, something's wrong, genius!" Ira snarls, glaring up at Kuwabara. "Everything's wrong, dammit!!"
Kuwabara is the friend x3
"You shouldn't be so eager to take that off." If Ira bothered to take a glance, he would notice Kido also had a collar, though it was blue in color. "It'll go south if you do."
Ira hasn't even learned the worst of it yet.
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Case in point:
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ira snaps. He does notice Kuwabara's blue collar; he just doesn't care, right this second. "You tryin' to tell me what to do?"
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"If you want to die, that's a good way to do it."
He'll try this again, with a different approach.
"The rules here are different, and the faster you accept them, the easier it'll be to survive in this place."
OH WAIT I just now got that I misread your first tag;;; My bad!
"...All right, I get what you're saying. What're the rules here, exactly?" he asks, frowning, as he flops back onto a nearby chair and pulls one leg up in a half-crouch.
I was worried for awhile. Aha. It's all good!
Okay that was a lie, a lot of things were more fun than this place, but no one could really do anything about that. The blonde rested the tip of his index finger against his blue liquid collar.
"Rule number one: Keep the extra accessories on. Unless you want to die." Plain and simple? Things were getting more confusing than they use to be.
"The second one: It'd be unwise to travel after dark. Unless you sport killing monsters for a living. The cafeteria is closed too." People have gone out at night to try to eat. It's not allowed, for whatever reason.
"Most importantly of all: Don't challenge the admins that run this place. They tend to hold all the power, and they're not above lying. People have done it before, and it usually ends in death."
Onto other matters. "You don't actually stay dead here, but too many deaths mess with you."
2-01
"It's true, sir, but don't worry." He clambered out of bed, pulling the covers straight and pulling on some clothes, most of which were too small for him. "We are working on fixing it." He reached under his pillow and grabbed a makeshift knife and put it in his belt.
2-01
Which would mean this kid is either in on it, or getting pranked too. Given that he looks like a normal human, Ira immediately dismisses the idea that he'd be in on it, so he turns towards him with arms folded.
"Uh huh. Fixing what, exactly?" he asks dryly.
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"And our souls, the administrators stole them, but we will get them back and fix all the worlds. Or we will die, but if we manage to get our souls back we get to go to heaven." The weasel jumped onto his head and Romeo smiled, reassuringly.
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And then Romeo says a whole lot of things that don't make any sense to Ira, and the Selfish just kind of gawps at him until that last bit about Heaven, at which point Ira bursts out laughing.
"Haha, yeah, sure, okay," he replies when his laughter settles, smiling in a sardonic whatever-you-say kind of way. "Just making sure, but you don't know any Pretty Cures, do you?"
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"No. What are Pretty Cures, sir?"
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"...Tch. Lucky you," he mutters, glancing away. "They're a pain in the butt, is what they are."
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He nodded, "Everyone's nice though, and there are administrators who do bad things but don't worry, I'll make sure you are alright, I'm Romeo what's your name, sir?"
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It's a shame that Ira can't really appreciate Romeo's explanation. As the other boy gives a rundown about the Tower, Ira just gives him another funny look. It doesn't seem like he's taking him at all seriously...
"Uh huh. Okay," he says dryly. ...though he has to admit, he did see that collar on his neck, and, huh, isn't there one around Romeo's, too? Though the color's orange.
--wait. "Did you say 'prisoner'?" Ira interrupts, scowling. The introduction gets the other boy a scowl. "I didn't ask for your name," he says, but he still adds, "I'm Ira."
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He nodded, "We got saved, well our souls got saved... but we are sort of prisoners because the administrators aren't good people."
He smiled again, "It's nice to meet you Ira."
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Consequently, Romeo's response gets him another weird face. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he replies. The administrators part is worth remembering, especially when he next hears someone else talk about the same thing, but souls? Getting saved? Especially his? Shyeah right. Right now, Ira still thinks this is a prank. "So, who's actually behind this? D'you know that?"
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...Wait. "EAT them? Like, eat them eat them?!"
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His grimace deepens into a scowl at the memory, and he pulls his legs up into a mid-air cross-sit. This wasn't some kind of revenge for that, was it? Ugh, it would just figure; Bel does the deed and he gets the fall for it.
It's only a moment after the fact that it occurs to him that Romeo seems shaken up by it, as if-- "Hey, you didn't actually see that happen, did you?" he wonders, blinking once.
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He didn't know who Gula was, but even though he had tried to eat everyone he probably didn't deserve to be eaten himself, that was bad.