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towerofanimus2014-04-15 01:04 am
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2014-04-15 01:04 am
Entry tags:
[for a world without]
Characters: Asch and any harassers.
Setting: Various, about the Tower. [Dated the 15th]
Format: [VAST SHRUG]
Summary: It was a brief vacation. Go back home, visit the (dead) family... Good things never last, though.
Warnings: Some deadhomeworld related sads.
[Room 1-16, then dorm hallways]
[Coming back isn't pleasant, but at least it isn't as unpleasant as waking up after dying. There's a groan before Asch sits up, glancing around the room. One bed still empty. Nothing they can do about it. Keep moving forward.
Anyone in the dorm hallways not long after will catch him walking up and down the halls, looking at the new names on the doors, seeing who's come and gone. A surprising number of "new" names are familiar - it looks like Zo's pulled back old faces, this time, instead of new ones.
Good. The last thing they need is more dead worlds to consider. Some veterans to help carry the load won't have him complaining, either.]
[Floor 77; mixed baths]
[Coming here after anything remotely tiring is practically becoming a tradition. It's the only place in the Tower that's really at all relaxing, now, and he needs it. Even if this isn't the same body, he spent three days climbing the nonfunctional lifts throughout Baticul and he's tired.
(It has nothing to do with the constant fear that he'd fall back down the shaft, get his neck caught in a cable just like the last time. It has nothing to do with seeing his home full of corpses and having nowhere to bury them in the iron framework of the city. At least the gardens had enough space for his family.)
It's a long soak; he stays in the water way longer than he really needs to, hair drifting around his shoulders. The only thing really out of the ordinary is that the hairpins are still tucked into his bangs, not doing much of a job at holding back his hair but there anyway. It's a good thing gold (even glamour-gold) doesn't rust.]
[Elsewhere]
[Routine reasserts itself. There's nothing to cook until some hunting is done, so for once, the kitchen isn't the place to find Asch. He spends some time in the library, once more stealing a beanbag from the lounge below for somewhere more comfortable to sit. The secret floor and the gardens outside it both get their share of his time, too.
Not everywhere is so routine, though. Neither the music room nor the media floor see as much use as they used to, and when the silence gets to bee too much - Too overbearing? Too empty? He isn't sure - Asch stows himself away on whichever of the two is closer, not caring what the sound is so long as he can hear it, ideally without having to interact with anyone else.
And if he sometimes gets caught humming along, well, no one has to know.]
Setting: Various, about the Tower. [Dated the 15th]
Format: [VAST SHRUG]
Summary: It was a brief vacation. Go back home, visit the (dead) family... Good things never last, though.
Warnings: Some deadhomeworld related sads.
[Room 1-16, then dorm hallways]
[Coming back isn't pleasant, but at least it isn't as unpleasant as waking up after dying. There's a groan before Asch sits up, glancing around the room. One bed still empty. Nothing they can do about it. Keep moving forward.
Anyone in the dorm hallways not long after will catch him walking up and down the halls, looking at the new names on the doors, seeing who's come and gone. A surprising number of "new" names are familiar - it looks like Zo's pulled back old faces, this time, instead of new ones.
Good. The last thing they need is more dead worlds to consider. Some veterans to help carry the load won't have him complaining, either.]
[Floor 77; mixed baths]
[Coming here after anything remotely tiring is practically becoming a tradition. It's the only place in the Tower that's really at all relaxing, now, and he needs it. Even if this isn't the same body, he spent three days climbing the nonfunctional lifts throughout Baticul and he's tired.
(It has nothing to do with the constant fear that he'd fall back down the shaft, get his neck caught in a cable just like the last time. It has nothing to do with seeing his home full of corpses and having nowhere to bury them in the iron framework of the city. At least the gardens had enough space for his family.)
It's a long soak; he stays in the water way longer than he really needs to, hair drifting around his shoulders. The only thing really out of the ordinary is that the hairpins are still tucked into his bangs, not doing much of a job at holding back his hair but there anyway. It's a good thing gold (even glamour-gold) doesn't rust.]
[Elsewhere]
[Routine reasserts itself. There's nothing to cook until some hunting is done, so for once, the kitchen isn't the place to find Asch. He spends some time in the library, once more stealing a beanbag from the lounge below for somewhere more comfortable to sit. The secret floor and the gardens outside it both get their share of his time, too.
Not everywhere is so routine, though. Neither the music room nor the media floor see as much use as they used to, and when the silence gets to bee too much - Too overbearing? Too empty? He isn't sure - Asch stows himself away on whichever of the two is closer, not caring what the sound is so long as he can hear it, ideally without having to interact with anyone else.
And if he sometimes gets caught humming along, well, no one has to know.]
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[Yeah hawks are not known for their musical skill. He grins a little bit. It's actually really good to see Asch. ... He was kind of worried.]
I'm glad you're back.
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[He exhales, which sends ripples across the water in front of him.]
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[Isolation does things to your head. He knows that, and from the sound of it, Tobias does too.]
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[He splashes around a little bit. He's never been the best swimmer.]