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towerofanimus2012-01-22 10:34 am
lamentless) wrote in towerofanimus2012-01-22 10:34 am
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For science and curiosity-!!
Characters: Roxas, and hopefully not everyone ever because this is dangerous and dumb.
Setting: Starting on Floor 22 (the art gallery), and going between there, 23 (the missing floor), and 24 (the room that's empty 99% of the time).
Format: I'll follow you to hell and back. ;o
Summary: Roxas settles his mind with a good ol' fashioned bout of Must Solve Mysteries.
Warnings: He's experimenting with a floor that (unknowingly at the moment) erases you. And is going to a floor with a 1% chance of having a mass of shadowy death on it. Oh, and it's Roxas being grumpy. This is probably all I need to say.
Stressing over the earlier tower destruction and restructuring would have to wait; like the weird, pitch-black place, he pushed the incident aside and completely ignored the implications. If he started with the biggest problem, then he'd miss too many details. Trying to figure out little things first would give him a better platform from which to bring this entire building down-
Okay, so maybe he was beginning to notice he'd been more violent lately, and a little more careless to boot. That was why he was doing this in the first place- marching up from floor 22, stopping at 24, then turning around and marching back down. There was a floor here, he knew it somehow, and it was going to eat at him every time he went anywhere until he figured it out. So, why not take care of it now?
Setting: Starting on Floor 22 (the art gallery), and going between there, 23 (the missing floor), and 24 (the room that's empty 99% of the time).
Format: I'll follow you to hell and back. ;o
Summary: Roxas settles his mind with a good ol' fashioned bout of Must Solve Mysteries.
Warnings: He's experimenting with a floor that (unknowingly at the moment) erases you. And is going to a floor with a 1% chance of having a mass of shadowy death on it. Oh, and it's Roxas being grumpy. This is probably all I need to say.
Stressing over the earlier tower destruction and restructuring would have to wait; like the weird, pitch-black place, he pushed the incident aside and completely ignored the implications. If he started with the biggest problem, then he'd miss too many details. Trying to figure out little things first would give him a better platform from which to bring this entire building down-
Okay, so maybe he was beginning to notice he'd been more violent lately, and a little more careless to boot. That was why he was doing this in the first place- marching up from floor 22, stopping at 24, then turning around and marching back down. There was a floor here, he knew it somehow, and it was going to eat at him every time he went anywhere until he figured it out. So, why not take care of it now?
how dare you thread with me britt, you monsterrrrrr
"-Olette?!"
He wasn't...expecting...this. In fact, he spun around so quick to face her that his heel slid, nearly sending him toppling down the stairs. Even that didn't stop him from running closer, completely abandoning his task (for the moment, it is Roxas after all).
"Is that really you? Are you okay?" The stress was sort of seeping out of his words, but for the most part, cautiously. He didn't want to get his hopes up.
i apologize with every fiber of my being D;
The probability of her having some sort of twin that shared the same name was incredibly low, she knew that much. So how...? Try as she might, she couldn't think of where she knew this boy from. He did remind her of Sora, or maybe Sora had reminded her of him...? But no, if she couldn't place his name, how could that be?
"Um..." She met his eyes, briefly, then looked down at herself. "I'm fine." She hadn't tripped and fallen and as of yet she hadn't died, but...
Her brows furrowed after a moment.
"...I'm sorry. But, have we met somewhere before?" She wasn't going to claim she didn't have a good memory. She knew she had a good memory, and if this boy actually knew her, he'd know that was a lie. She offered him a small, apologetic smile and met his eyes once more.