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towerofanimus2014-03-09 01:00 am
notachickenhawk) wrote in towerofanimus2014-03-09 01:00 am
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the journey of a thousand miles;
Characters: Tobias and anyone who runs across him.
Setting: Floor 22 (art gallery), floor 25 (meadow), floor 81 (lounge)
Format: Whichever.
Summary: Tobias does some exploring, some eating, and some thinking.
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse/neglect and death. Animorphs is a kid's series, you guys! 8D
[Floor 22]
[He had thought this was going to be a decent idea.]
[At first, he doesn't really see anything too off about the art here. Some of it is strange… or gory… or just plain unsettling. But as he pads around the corner in his human morph, he stops dead in his tracks.]
[Well, it's like an honor. I mean, the committee picked my drawing out from hundreds of entries. Just something I sketched during art class. I had no idea it would make the state show.
Do you get prize money?
No.
No? So then what's it worth? If it won't help pay the bills, what good is it?]
[He shakes as he stares at the drawing on the wall. He digs his nails into his palms as he remembers how the rest of that conversation went - and the conversations after, and the yelling about how he wasn't doing anything to help support them. The things thrown, and how he'd left the house to try to find somewhere, anywhere to hang out that wasn't that house.]
It's not my fault…
[He turns and goes to try to find his way out, but the blood all runs out of his face as he sees another one. His legs shake, and he collapses, hands and knees on the floor. He tries to hold the noises back, but he can't. He lets out a sob, dragging himself to at least a sitting position so he can press his face into his knees. He should have come to terms with this by now, right? But he can't help but let out whimpering sobs at the thought of it.]
[Floor 25]
[Once he's gotten himself back together, Tobias heads to the meadow. Once there, he morphs, allowing himself to slip into a form he hasn't used in a while. He allows himself to bask in the feeling of the sun for a moment before he rears up and then starts galloping along. While grass isn't his usual kind of meal, right now he'll take it. It feels good to have legs that he can stretch like this.]
[… Of course, it's probably a pretty odd sight to anyone just stumbling across it.]
[Floor 81]
[After a while, Tobias heads upstairs. He can't help but like the lounges - even if they can't really be outside, the open space is nice. And it's the space outside the tower that draws him - or at least the suggestion of it. Tobias perches on the back of a chair near one of the windows, staring out at the stars.]
[That doesn't mean he's not paying attention to the rest of the room, though. A hawk is hard to sneak up on.]
Setting: Floor 22 (art gallery), floor 25 (meadow), floor 81 (lounge)
Format: Whichever.
Summary: Tobias does some exploring, some eating, and some thinking.
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse/neglect and death. Animorphs is a kid's series, you guys! 8D
[Floor 22]
[He had thought this was going to be a decent idea.]
[At first, he doesn't really see anything too off about the art here. Some of it is strange… or gory… or just plain unsettling. But as he pads around the corner in his human morph, he stops dead in his tracks.]
[Well, it's like an honor. I mean, the committee picked my drawing out from hundreds of entries. Just something I sketched during art class. I had no idea it would make the state show.
Do you get prize money?
No.
No? So then what's it worth? If it won't help pay the bills, what good is it?]
[He shakes as he stares at the drawing on the wall. He digs his nails into his palms as he remembers how the rest of that conversation went - and the conversations after, and the yelling about how he wasn't doing anything to help support them. The things thrown, and how he'd left the house to try to find somewhere, anywhere to hang out that wasn't that house.]
It's not my fault…
[He turns and goes to try to find his way out, but the blood all runs out of his face as he sees another one. His legs shake, and he collapses, hands and knees on the floor. He tries to hold the noises back, but he can't. He lets out a sob, dragging himself to at least a sitting position so he can press his face into his knees. He should have come to terms with this by now, right? But he can't help but let out whimpering sobs at the thought of it.]
[Floor 25]
[Once he's gotten himself back together, Tobias heads to the meadow. Once there, he morphs, allowing himself to slip into a form he hasn't used in a while. He allows himself to bask in the feeling of the sun for a moment before he rears up and then starts galloping along. While grass isn't his usual kind of meal, right now he'll take it. It feels good to have legs that he can stretch like this.]
[… Of course, it's probably a pretty odd sight to anyone just stumbling across it.]
[Floor 81]
[After a while, Tobias heads upstairs. He can't help but like the lounges - even if they can't really be outside, the open space is nice. And it's the space outside the tower that draws him - or at least the suggestion of it. Tobias perches on the back of a chair near one of the windows, staring out at the stars.]
[That doesn't mean he's not paying attention to the rest of the room, though. A hawk is hard to sneak up on.]
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[He stops, holding up one of his hands, and sighs.]
Sorry, kind of went off on a tangent there.
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[With the way his main eyes crinkle up, it looks like he's smiling.]
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[He'll take that expression as a good sign, even if reading alien facial expressions isn't really his forte.]
So, what else can you turn into? There any limits?
[So maybe he should watch the questions, but darn it, how often do you actually meet shapeshifters?
...Shapeshifters that aren't crazed witches, anyway. Darn Mim.]
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[He can understand the curiosity. He'd be the same way.]
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If you need their DNA, are you basically turning into a clone?
[That's a strange thought. With animals it's a bit less jarring, but does that mean this guy could copy people's DNA on top of that? And how would it work in the tower?
Though Riku keeps it to one question, the way he's tapping his chin suggests h's got more on his mind. Definitely one of the more interesting concepts he's bumped into in this world.]
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[He kicks the ground a little bit, squishing it under a hoof.]
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[He snaps his fingers, and his Keyblade flickers back into his grip.]
Though I did turn into a leopard one time.
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<Looks like it could be handy. At least if you run into some giant doors.>
[And you could probably smack someone real good with it, too.]
<How'd you manage that?>
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[He rolls his eyes and smirks.]
Sure, it's good for opening just about any locks, but it's not too shabby as a weapon, either. Hasn't failed me yet, anyway.
[And since he asked about the whole transformation thing...]
Can't help with transformations, but that's where my friend Donald came in. If we ever needed to blend in in one of the worlds we visited, he'd just use his spells to change us.
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[Donald... Duck or Trump? It's not a very common name.]
<But can that thing actually cut or do you just club things to death?>
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[His question about the Keyblade prompts Riku to turn his weapon around in his grip.]
And how well the Keyblade cuts depends on the keychain. When it's just regular Kingdom Key, it's better for thrusting, but it's still decent for slashing.
[His fingers coil around the black crown necklace on his belt, which he threads through the weapon's hilt. Black smoke puffs all around it, and the Keyblade transforms into ]
Lucky for me, Oblivion's got a sharp edge, not to mention all those points.
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<Looks pretty adaptable. That's good. It's always hard to tell what kind of trouble you'll get in.>
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[He heaves an exasperated sigh, banishing his Keyblade with another wave of his hand.]
But I'd say your power's probably a bit more useful in terms of adapting. Don't know how well it'd work with the wireframes and the glamour, but it looks like you've got it down.
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[He shuts his eyes briefly, trying to visualize this in his head.]
Man, that just makes me wonder how these bodies even work.
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