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towerofanimus2014-04-12 02:02 am
forceless) wrote in towerofanimus2014-04-12 02:02 am
Entry tags:
wake up, sleepyhead
Characters: [OU] Ventus and you!
Setting: Room 2-06, Floor 101 (Hanging Gardens), Floor 87 (Poppy Field), Floor 79 (Underwater), Floor 75 (Tower-ception) and Floor 35(Floating Lake).
Format: Starting prose, will match
Summary: Ven's finally back, and trying to piece together just what happened after all this time.
Warnings: Standard Animus fare, will update accordingly.
Room 2-06
It almost seemed like time happened in an instant; like when you went to sleep, and if you're not dreaming, you're vaguely aware that the hours are passing, but when you wake up, it's as if nothing happened except the sun coming up. It wasn't the first time he'd slept for so long, (and, sad to say, it probably wasn't going to be the last), and by now the novelty of Ven's extended sleep habits had worn off. He'd barely registered that he had been sleeping, but when he finally sat up, and registered he was awake, then yeah, he must have been sleeping in order to be awake in the first place. He was certainly groggy enough.
He wouldn't have even thought it was anything other than a dream that had lasted a really long time, but when he yawned, and glanced around the room, it was... different. Roxas definitely wasn't around, for one-- and if that assumption was wrong, then he definitely at least wasn't on some barren wasteland world.
No, something was definitely different. But instead of really registering that fact, he just yawned some more, and tugged at the ever familiar collar around his neck like he was pulling at his pajamas like a sleepy teenager.
"Mmph...what time is it....?"
He'll, figure out the rest later.
Floor 101
OK, so as it turned out a lot of stuff was different.
A lot more than he realized. Like, a lot, a lot. How much more, he had yet to figure out, and he wasn't even sure how much time had gone by, but he knew everything was generally A Lot. He realized that a long time ago (or maybe not that long) this would've been something that startled him, but it was getting disquietingly normal for him to be missing large chunks of his life. Though he still hadn't aged much more than he had after his last fight with Vanitas back home, so maybe he wasn't missing too much?
Whatever that was getting too complicated.
The point being, instead of moping around about it, Ven decided to find out just how much he'd missed. Which started with some exploring, which this time around was completely justified and not simply out of boredom or rebellion. He'd changed out of the spandex as per usual, slid on his armor with the rest of his clothes, and his first real stop brought him to a mysteriously transporting arrow that he stepped on with reckless abandon, and brought him to something.... something like the meadow, but completely different.
More plants-- a lot of plants actually. He wasn't sure if he had seen this many in the same place before, or if maybe he was just impressed 'cause it was the first new place he'd seen in a while. He stumbled around with a look of awe-- until he settled on a comparatively unimpressive little sapling among all the rather more impressive garden plants. It wasn't particularly dazzling, he thought, but it still brought a little bit of a smile to his face, and he knelt down to admire it with interest. "Hey there, little guy."
Floor 87
So maybe Ven's exploration wasn't exactly... methodically thorough, despite him moving with purpose. Actually he was just kind of skipping around to whatever seemed interesting, and a lot of times he opted to just stay on the staircase and continue on, or come back to places later-- he'd already learned his lesson plenty about how dangerous this place could be. But that didn't mean curiosity didn't get the best of him.
Stepping off on this floor was was a bit of a whim-- it was certainly nice. Not as nice as the hanging gardens, he idly decided, but the floors that looked like they were outside were always Ven's favorites over the others. Maybe he was still a bit drowsy from his... ridiculously long, sleep from when he'd been sent away from the Tower, (That kind of sounded a bit backwards to him, shouldn't he be even more awake than he usually was if he'd been sleeping for who-knows-how-long?) because a loud, groggy yawn came out of his mouth as he stretched his arms out while admiring the scenery.
"Hmm.. maybe I should go back to bed..."
Floor 79
Ah yes, this place seemed pretty par the course for this ridiculous deathtrap of a Tower-- he beheld the new floor with a bit of fascination, like he actually was underwater yet still perfectly dry and still able to breathe.
"Kind of like the aquarium," he mused to himself with a grin, kneeling down on one of the steps and reaching a hand out to try and brush the water that filled the rest of the room. "I wonder if that place is still here? Or maybe this is the aquarium and they just changed it around..."
Maybe he should be taking notes.
Floor 75
A tower. Within a tower. That was a new one. Then again, maybe it wasn't. It would also be more startling how used to he was about this place being ridiculous, if he wasn't already used to it. He kind of wished Roxas was around right now, or maybe Terra. They would totally get how ridiculous a tower within a tower sounded.
But on the outside, Ven's incredulity at the Tower's laws of physics didn't last. He beheld the largeness of the floor, once again, with awe (boy, his face sure was gonna get tired if he kept his jaw hanging open at every turn of the staircase), and he immediately summoned his Keyblade Glider up, hopping on and cruising out towards the Tower-within-the-Tower, and whatever might lie inside. Whatever it was, at least it'd be interesting.
So far, however, it was just dark, and pretty empty inside.
"Hellooooo?" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth as his glider hovered forward at an even pace. "Anyone here? Spooky boogeymen? Forces of darkness?"
Floor 35
This one wasn't new; after all his skipping around and selective exploration over quite a few days, he'd retreaded some old ground (which was necessary anyway, because visits to the cafeteria and the infirmary weren't really optional in certain terms of speaking), and at the end of the day had ended up at the lake. It wasn't particularly a notable lake in and of itself, other than having more of the Tower's special brand of physics.
But it did bring to mind his old friend and roommate (old? wasn't it just yesterday?), freaking out as per usual in one memorable even where he'd stormed off to the lake. He'd been glad Sayaka had been there to help him stop him, but he'd figured out that neither of them were even here anymore. At least not thus far as he had seen, and not where he figured they should have been. The revelation almost made him petulantly indignant, even if he still had friends that were still around.
Being a mope didn't really make him feel... up to par. At least not what he wanted to be, optimism was much more becoming of him and he knew it. So when he'd stopped himself at the lake and took a seat before, his legs crossed and his chin propped up by his hands, and his angry pout focused on the water before him.
He'd take some time to... marinate. Morosely. He'd get back to something more important later.
Setting: Room 2-06, Floor 101 (Hanging Gardens), Floor 87 (Poppy Field), Floor 79 (Underwater), Floor 75 (Tower-ception) and Floor 35(Floating Lake).
Format: Starting prose, will match
Summary: Ven's finally back, and trying to piece together just what happened after all this time.
Warnings: Standard Animus fare, will update accordingly.
Room 2-06
It almost seemed like time happened in an instant; like when you went to sleep, and if you're not dreaming, you're vaguely aware that the hours are passing, but when you wake up, it's as if nothing happened except the sun coming up. It wasn't the first time he'd slept for so long, (and, sad to say, it probably wasn't going to be the last), and by now the novelty of Ven's extended sleep habits had worn off. He'd barely registered that he had been sleeping, but when he finally sat up, and registered he was awake, then yeah, he must have been sleeping in order to be awake in the first place. He was certainly groggy enough.
He wouldn't have even thought it was anything other than a dream that had lasted a really long time, but when he yawned, and glanced around the room, it was... different. Roxas definitely wasn't around, for one-- and if that assumption was wrong, then he definitely at least wasn't on some barren wasteland world.
No, something was definitely different. But instead of really registering that fact, he just yawned some more, and tugged at the ever familiar collar around his neck like he was pulling at his pajamas like a sleepy teenager.
"Mmph...what time is it....?"
He'll, figure out the rest later.
Floor 101
OK, so as it turned out a lot of stuff was different.
A lot more than he realized. Like, a lot, a lot. How much more, he had yet to figure out, and he wasn't even sure how much time had gone by, but he knew everything was generally A Lot. He realized that a long time ago (or maybe not that long) this would've been something that startled him, but it was getting disquietingly normal for him to be missing large chunks of his life. Though he still hadn't aged much more than he had after his last fight with Vanitas back home, so maybe he wasn't missing too much?
Whatever that was getting too complicated.
The point being, instead of moping around about it, Ven decided to find out just how much he'd missed. Which started with some exploring, which this time around was completely justified and not simply out of boredom or rebellion. He'd changed out of the spandex as per usual, slid on his armor with the rest of his clothes, and his first real stop brought him to a mysteriously transporting arrow that he stepped on with reckless abandon, and brought him to something.... something like the meadow, but completely different.
More plants-- a lot of plants actually. He wasn't sure if he had seen this many in the same place before, or if maybe he was just impressed 'cause it was the first new place he'd seen in a while. He stumbled around with a look of awe-- until he settled on a comparatively unimpressive little sapling among all the rather more impressive garden plants. It wasn't particularly dazzling, he thought, but it still brought a little bit of a smile to his face, and he knelt down to admire it with interest. "Hey there, little guy."
Floor 87
So maybe Ven's exploration wasn't exactly... methodically thorough, despite him moving with purpose. Actually he was just kind of skipping around to whatever seemed interesting, and a lot of times he opted to just stay on the staircase and continue on, or come back to places later-- he'd already learned his lesson plenty about how dangerous this place could be. But that didn't mean curiosity didn't get the best of him.
Stepping off on this floor was was a bit of a whim-- it was certainly nice. Not as nice as the hanging gardens, he idly decided, but the floors that looked like they were outside were always Ven's favorites over the others. Maybe he was still a bit drowsy from his... ridiculously long, sleep from when he'd been sent away from the Tower, (That kind of sounded a bit backwards to him, shouldn't he be even more awake than he usually was if he'd been sleeping for who-knows-how-long?) because a loud, groggy yawn came out of his mouth as he stretched his arms out while admiring the scenery.
"Hmm.. maybe I should go back to bed..."
Floor 79
Ah yes, this place seemed pretty par the course for this ridiculous deathtrap of a Tower-- he beheld the new floor with a bit of fascination, like he actually was underwater yet still perfectly dry and still able to breathe.
"Kind of like the aquarium," he mused to himself with a grin, kneeling down on one of the steps and reaching a hand out to try and brush the water that filled the rest of the room. "I wonder if that place is still here? Or maybe this is the aquarium and they just changed it around..."
Maybe he should be taking notes.
Floor 75
A tower. Within a tower. That was a new one. Then again, maybe it wasn't. It would also be more startling how used to he was about this place being ridiculous, if he wasn't already used to it. He kind of wished Roxas was around right now, or maybe Terra. They would totally get how ridiculous a tower within a tower sounded.
But on the outside, Ven's incredulity at the Tower's laws of physics didn't last. He beheld the largeness of the floor, once again, with awe (boy, his face sure was gonna get tired if he kept his jaw hanging open at every turn of the staircase), and he immediately summoned his Keyblade Glider up, hopping on and cruising out towards the Tower-within-the-Tower, and whatever might lie inside. Whatever it was, at least it'd be interesting.
So far, however, it was just dark, and pretty empty inside.
"Hellooooo?" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth as his glider hovered forward at an even pace. "Anyone here? Spooky boogeymen? Forces of darkness?"
Floor 35
This one wasn't new; after all his skipping around and selective exploration over quite a few days, he'd retreaded some old ground (which was necessary anyway, because visits to the cafeteria and the infirmary weren't really optional in certain terms of speaking), and at the end of the day had ended up at the lake. It wasn't particularly a notable lake in and of itself, other than having more of the Tower's special brand of physics.
But it did bring to mind his old friend and roommate (old? wasn't it just yesterday?), freaking out as per usual in one memorable even where he'd stormed off to the lake. He'd been glad Sayaka had been there to help him stop him, but he'd figured out that neither of them were even here anymore. At least not thus far as he had seen, and not where he figured they should have been. The revelation almost made him petulantly indignant, even if he still had friends that were still around.
Being a mope didn't really make him feel... up to par. At least not what he wanted to be, optimism was much more becoming of him and he knew it. So when he'd stopped himself at the lake and took a seat before, his legs crossed and his chin propped up by his hands, and his angry pout focused on the water before him.
He'd take some time to... marinate. Morosely. He'd get back to something more important later.
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[Woof. Alright then. The idea has him dumbly reeling a bit, bringing a hand to run it through the front of his bangs as he thought about what to say next.
Well, it's better than ten, at least.]
Uh... The whole body-swap mess up, I think. Honestly, it's kind of fuzzy...
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That was nearly two years ago. He didn't know anything that had happened for the past year and a half. Jason's death, Aria and the other chipped units, Pandora's efforts, the power failure and time limit, not even Dax's death. There was so much that'd happened.]
... There's a lot I need to tell you then. The sooner, the better.
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[He chuckled a bit to try and relieve the tension, but probably only succeeded in making everything a lot more pathetic as he rubbed the nape of his neck.]
Great... just like going back to school again...
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Sorry. It's just... so much has happened. [And all of it important.]
The first thing is that we have about two months left before the Tower runs out of power. If we don't find some way to fix it or our worlds before then... we'll die. For good.
Second of which, we've been doing a lot to learn what's really going on here. And we've actually learned a lot. But... it's complicated.
[And not all of it is best suited for discussion here. Though to be fair, with no walls this wasn't one of the too bad of floors to do it... the secret floor would be better though, and it was only a stone's throw away.]
Third... [She sighs, looking up at him seriously] Dax and Jason are both dead.
[She says it with a definite note of finality. True death, not Tower death. Just like the death they'll all face if they can't solve the mysteries of this place.]
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[Well damn. He sure missed a lot. Two months left? Well someone sure picked a dandy time to decide to bring him back. Last he checked there was never any time limit.
He spared a thought for Jason and Dax-- Well, no one liked Jason, as far as Ven was sure, but Dax... wasn't that bad, from what he remembered. Once upon a time it actually seemed like he had been trying to help them out, maybe, or at least wasn't as much of a jerk as Jason was.
His expression fell to morose. Thinking about both of them as dead... really dead (he didn't even know that was possible) almost seemed... too out of this world to be real. Then again, nothing around here really seemed to be within this world anyway.]
So... [His tone sounded a bit lost when he looked again, his brow still creased with worry and anxiety, but even if he'd missed
half of the plotso much, there were still more important things to get to than standing around sadly.] ...We have to fix this place before then, don't we? How can I help?no subject
[She hopes both. More than anything she wants to choose what she wants to do and where to go.]
And... we've actually been doing a lot to work on that, but we need to be careful where we talk about it. The admins can listen to us in a lot of places.
[Xion glances around as she says it, almost warily, though she catches the eye of Suna, her retrieval unit - who's entered the floor and come to stand a few feet away - and smiles briefly.]
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He followed Xion's gaze around for a bit-- and quirked his head with a small pique of interest at the lingering retrieval unit (what the heck was that doing around here, there weren't any dead bodies or anything to do here as far as he could tell), before turning his attention back to Xion herself and lowering his voice, nodding with a firm look on his face.]
Right-- anywhere safe?
Pretend this isn't nearly a month late and that I'm not continually making mistakes with this tag
Not too far from here at all, actually.
[She turns, jerking her head in a particular direction - though Ven might not know it, the direction of the hidden teleporter.]
Follow me.
[And she'll lead the way.]
it's ok it's not like it took me like three weeks to start tagging again
[He glanced vaguely in the direction she jerked her head, but-- looked mostly like the rest of the garden to him.
So, instead of trying to divine that on his own, he simply stepped along and followed her lead.]