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towerofanimus2014-02-09 05:19 pm
wrathishness) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-09 05:19 pm
Entry tags:
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?
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."