23 January 2013 @ 12:33 am
[ seeing as how its body isn't actually made for speech, the voice in this post is telepathic projection and can easily be recognised as such. Bitties will just receive the post in their heads thanks to Kyuubey's agreement with the bitty brigade to provide eternal hivemind reception.

YOU'RE WELCOME. ]


Greetings! My name is Kyuubey. I've been here for some time now, but I need advice from you all... Well, primarily from the humans amongst you. Namely, what should my purpose be in this universe, when my job was to save mine? If I am the result of a failed line of causality, and this a place that collects the detritus from inadequate realities, what is the purpose of our continued existence? We cannot cease to exist from our own desire, which would imply that we are meant to be, but can anyone claim to have contributed something to this reality? Does anyone believe they have a future, or any potential whatsoever, as long as they exist in this tower?

I'm asking only because as unbalanced, emotional species, you are much more likely to produce a rationale for your existence! The logical answer - that we have no future and no present - doesn't really work, does it? We're gonna keep going anyway... I thought I'd find out what you thought, and see if there was something I can do.

Well, it doesn't matter much. Since I have as little meaning here as you guys, let's all be friends!
 
 
21 January 2013 @ 03:24 pm
Has anyone met any of these "Admins" that run the tower? And if so, are you willing to share any details about them?

I will come off filter and we can meet in private if you are uncomfortable with responding to an anonymous text message.

Thank you.


[ all responses will be in anonymous text! ]
 
 
09 January 2013 @ 07:12 pm
[ At first, it's a bit difficult to tell just what's on the screen. Some kind of flower? But that only lasts for a second, and then as the user of the terminal pulls back, it becomes clear that it was her eye on the screen. ]

Well met, everyone! I hope you are all well on this day. My name is Nia Teppelin, and I fondly greet everyone here.

[ She gives a little bow to the camera. ]

However, I have a serious and heartfelt question for you! There is a valiant young man named Simon who is his own, but in addition to that he is meant to be mine soon, and I cannot find him. He is very special and I'm certain you will know him when you see him, so please return him to me if he is found. This is important, people of the Tower, so it would mean very much to me if you helped me.

[ She bows again, more deeply. ]

Thank you very much. Please tell me who you are if you find Simon, so that I may cook for you a fine meal as a reward.
 
 
09 January 2013 @ 04:12 pm
[Some time after his return, Minato went onto the network.]

This is Minato Arisato of SEES.

[He wondered what happened to the other Minato.]

I have returned from my world. If there is anything I need to know, please tell me.

[If anyone want to ask him questions, it's fine by him. It would take a lot to really bothered him by this point.]
 
 
07 January 2013 @ 10:12 pm
[Action]

[Those who live in room 4-12 (if there are any) or people simply passing by will be surprised to find a new arrival here, dressed in that bodysuit, and purple collar latched snugly around his neck. Not that Ryoji seems to notice, he's still peacefully dreaming away...

For now.

As soon as he wakes up, all hell will break loose, once Ryoji realizes he's alive, his world has been ended, and he's stuck here, unable to escape and keep the residents safe.

...Wake him?]


[Video]

[A few hours later, Ryoji makes a post to the network. The video feed reveals his face, still pale from all the distress, that collar, and his shoulders, which are stiffened. He works his lip for a long while before speaking, not really knowing what to say.]

I... ended everything. The Fall happened, and I was right, no one could stop it. N-Not even Minato-kun.

[He sighs shakily, lowers his head. There's a few moments of silence, but observant listeners will hear sobbing and a whispered mantra: "I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

Then he looks up, smiling weakly, all signs of sadness desperately hidden.]


So... would anyone like to h-help me out? I'm lost...