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animus_network2012-02-12 04:51 pm
ryuuzaki) wrote in animus_network2012-02-12 04:51 pm
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Voice (and then some)
[People who have talked to L before might recognize the voice, but it sounds softer, more weary, less self-assured.]
I have two questions. If you're willing to cooperate, you can answer either of them, or both.
The first: What were you doing in the moments just prior to waking up here?
The second: Has anyone been sent back to where they came from more than once?
[ACTION: CAFETERIA]
L sits in the cafeteria, with enough breakfast food around him for at least three people. This leans towards sweeter foods, but he's having a few eggs, too: he can't afford to be picky right now. There's also a lot of hot cocoa and juice. Since he doesn't look healthy, and you might or might not have witnessed him being dragged off for a collar checkup the other day, maybe you feel like saying hello. Maybe you just want to accuse him of unchecked gluttony... but you might notice that he doesn't look like he's been eating or sleeping much at all lately, even for him.
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If you've been around for a while, you might have seen this guy before: white shirt, blue jeans, feet often pushed into worn tennis shoes that he toes off as soon as he sits--oddly--in a chair, his feet on the seat. If you've talked at all, he introduced himself as Ryuuzaki. Maybe you've seen him around, most likely in the cafeteria or in the library. The collar, which is orange, seems to annoy him.
When he first appeared in the Tower a few months back, he was lanky, with bad posture, but the best word to describe his current appearance is "haggard." He was thin before; now he's emaciated. He had shadows under his eyes; now they're caverns.
If you're his roommate, in 2-02, you'll notice that he's been missing from his bed for days at a time, and sometimes, after a few days' absence, he's there all day. He spent Monday sleeping. Anyone might have seen him on Tuesday, when the Tower attendants grabbed him on his way to breakfast and dragged him off for the collar checkup he'd missed; he struggled against them, but was helpless, calming a little only when he understood why they were trying to restrain him. He hadn't realized what day it was. He disappeared again for a few days, then spent Saturday morning eating prodigious quantities of breakfast food and the remainder of the day asleep.
In truth, he's been spending time in the shattered wreck of his own world: three days, four, maybe six at most, never by choice... it's hard to keep track of the time. Always Tokyo, never Paris or Seattle or Moscow or Melbourne. Sometimes--rarely--he can find a few dusty bottles of drinkable water in the husk of what was once a kombini, but that's when he's lucky, and sometimes he dreads finding anything to drink, because he's noticed that if he finds them within two days, it means that he will tend to be trapped in the ruins longer without any real food. Either two days of thirst, or a much longer period of hunger with very little to eat. "Lucky" is an intensely relative term.
He stays awake as long as he can, losing track of time, trying to catch some reference to what happened to the world to make it this way. There are no plants, no stars in the sky... he wonders if it's nuclear winter, or if there's even any bacterial life apart from what he carries with him. When he can't stay awake any longer because his body has taken all it can stand, the oncoming crash of numb exhaustion is partly welcome, partly terrifying: it has come to mean either that he'll wake up in the Tower again, where he can eat and where sleeping is easier and more comfortable, or that he'll never wake up at all.
This is the second day in a row that he's woken up in a bed in the Tower. A two-day streak like this hadn't happened in a while, and now it's happening twice in one week. His own gratefulness irritates him. He should go get breakfast while he can; on days when he's here and awake, he tends to eat as much as he can possibly stomach. He's beginning to develop a very real fear that if this continues, he'll die of malnutrition.
[OOC note: Sort of a reintroduction, since I've been sick and hiatused for quite a while and this was about the best I could do to explain such a long absence without him dying of starvation or something: half autopilot, half constantly being kicked back to Wasteland World.
If you're going for action... do go ahead and assume that if your character talked to him before, he gave you his name, even if we didn't make it to that point in the thread. If you'd rather not assume that much, just let me know; also please let me know whether or not he got your character's name. He'll reintroduce himself anyway, if your character asks.
I'll do proper action with smalltext in the event someone wants to talk to him in the cafeteria; I'm leaving the formatting out here, so that this will be easier to read.]
I have two questions. If you're willing to cooperate, you can answer either of them, or both.
The first: What were you doing in the moments just prior to waking up here?
The second: Has anyone been sent back to where they came from more than once?
[ACTION: CAFETERIA]
L sits in the cafeteria, with enough breakfast food around him for at least three people. This leans towards sweeter foods, but he's having a few eggs, too: he can't afford to be picky right now. There's also a lot of hot cocoa and juice. Since he doesn't look healthy, and you might or might not have witnessed him being dragged off for a collar checkup the other day, maybe you feel like saying hello. Maybe you just want to accuse him of unchecked gluttony... but you might notice that he doesn't look like he's been eating or sleeping much at all lately, even for him.
--
If you've been around for a while, you might have seen this guy before: white shirt, blue jeans, feet often pushed into worn tennis shoes that he toes off as soon as he sits--oddly--in a chair, his feet on the seat. If you've talked at all, he introduced himself as Ryuuzaki. Maybe you've seen him around, most likely in the cafeteria or in the library. The collar, which is orange, seems to annoy him.
When he first appeared in the Tower a few months back, he was lanky, with bad posture, but the best word to describe his current appearance is "haggard." He was thin before; now he's emaciated. He had shadows under his eyes; now they're caverns.
If you're his roommate, in 2-02, you'll notice that he's been missing from his bed for days at a time, and sometimes, after a few days' absence, he's there all day. He spent Monday sleeping. Anyone might have seen him on Tuesday, when the Tower attendants grabbed him on his way to breakfast and dragged him off for the collar checkup he'd missed; he struggled against them, but was helpless, calming a little only when he understood why they were trying to restrain him. He hadn't realized what day it was. He disappeared again for a few days, then spent Saturday morning eating prodigious quantities of breakfast food and the remainder of the day asleep.
In truth, he's been spending time in the shattered wreck of his own world: three days, four, maybe six at most, never by choice... it's hard to keep track of the time. Always Tokyo, never Paris or Seattle or Moscow or Melbourne. Sometimes--rarely--he can find a few dusty bottles of drinkable water in the husk of what was once a kombini, but that's when he's lucky, and sometimes he dreads finding anything to drink, because he's noticed that if he finds them within two days, it means that he will tend to be trapped in the ruins longer without any real food. Either two days of thirst, or a much longer period of hunger with very little to eat. "Lucky" is an intensely relative term.
He stays awake as long as he can, losing track of time, trying to catch some reference to what happened to the world to make it this way. There are no plants, no stars in the sky... he wonders if it's nuclear winter, or if there's even any bacterial life apart from what he carries with him. When he can't stay awake any longer because his body has taken all it can stand, the oncoming crash of numb exhaustion is partly welcome, partly terrifying: it has come to mean either that he'll wake up in the Tower again, where he can eat and where sleeping is easier and more comfortable, or that he'll never wake up at all.
This is the second day in a row that he's woken up in a bed in the Tower. A two-day streak like this hadn't happened in a while, and now it's happening twice in one week. His own gratefulness irritates him. He should go get breakfast while he can; on days when he's here and awake, he tends to eat as much as he can possibly stomach. He's beginning to develop a very real fear that if this continues, he'll die of malnutrition.
[OOC note: Sort of a reintroduction, since I've been sick and hiatused for quite a while and this was about the best I could do to explain such a long absence without him dying of starvation or something: half autopilot, half constantly being kicked back to Wasteland World.
If you're going for action... do go ahead and assume that if your character talked to him before, he gave you his name, even if we didn't make it to that point in the thread. If you'd rather not assume that much, just let me know; also please let me know whether or not he got your character's name. He'll reintroduce himself anyway, if your character asks.
I'll do proper action with smalltext in the event someone wants to talk to him in the cafeteria; I'm leaving the formatting out here, so that this will be easier to read.]
[text] ((welcome back, and glad to hear you're feeling better))
i haven't been here that long, so i can't answer the other one.
[voice in perpetua] (thanks! :)
[A beat, and then,]
Who were you running away from? The situation was serious?
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What was the argument about?
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i wanted her to help me fight. she'd be a lot better at it than me, and she said she wanted to help me.
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It must have been very difficult for you. [His low, soft voice sounds tremendously sincere.]
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[A long beat, before she amends that with:]
...i got myself into it, though. and i tried to drag her down with me.
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Still, what it might mean is obvious. It's that detail that piques his curiosity--that, and the specific terminology she uses.]
Why do you have to fight witches? You had no choice? Also, what do you mean when you say "damaged"?
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i have to fight witches because they'll hurt people if i don't. i can just heal my body and keep going, so it doesn't matter to me. madoka thought i was being reckless, but she's still normal.
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[For the moment, he decides to assume that Madoka is the friend in question, unless there's something that causes him to question that assumption.]
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The second: I've gone back twice, though I don't know if one of them counted.
[voice in perpetua]
Would you have survived the fall?
[It doesn't sound like it, but he's learned that some people here have special abilities.]
Also, why might you choose not to count the one return?
[He decides not to lead with, Did something about it surprise you? That would be his first guess, though, based on his own experiences.]
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And it...the one time everything was ruined. The second time was when we were all offered a chance to go home.
[He's still not comfortable dwelling on the latter one.]
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As to the second time you went back....[He sounds thoughtful.]
I experienced something like that too, then, but it was an anomaly. It wasn't precisely like the place I left. You remember the voice? I can't help but wonder... [he's making a point of saying this identifiably and over the network]... whether or not the ruined world is a similar creation.
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...I sort of do, but my memory's never been very good. [There's a noticeable delay;] I...I wouldn't be surprised. Are you looking in to this stuff, too? I've been here for...for a long time, so if I can think of anything else, I'll try to let you know.
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It's hard to say whether or not the monsters might be related, but I'll keep it in mind. ["Gray, skinny monsters" that could only be seen by certain people sounded, in some ways, reminiscent of the shinigami Rem, but one problem in the Tower was understanding what counted as normal for the person he was talking to.] If there are any large cities where you come from, what are their names?
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2). Not that I know of? Some people say I was here before but I don't even remember it. Sorry. ^^;
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Had anything interesting happened that day, or in the recent past? I'm curious.
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Sort of? It's kind of complicated, but if my world really did end and it isn't a sick joke on me I have a pretty good idea of what caused it.
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[He sounds genuinely curious and interested.]
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There's a being on my world, Nyx. Supposedly she's supposed to bring death to all of mankind and the seal thingies keeping her back were destroyed. I.... My team, that is. We weren't sure how long it would be until Nyx ended everything, so for all I know right now it really did happen right before I was brought here. [And it's all her fault for not seeing what would happen sooner.]
[Voice]
Personally, I never experienced the second.
[voice in perpetua]
Had anything special happened that night... or in the recent past? Something out of the ordinary.
[voice it allllll]
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[Indeed, he sounds as if his curiosity has intensified.]
What was it like there? Were you able to go there intentionally, or did you wake up there much as you woke up here? And if it's the latter, what were you doing prior to that?
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[Even if he never went there, Greek mythology is well-known in worlds like his.]
Hades and Hecate was bringing in people from different worlds to be pawns in their war against each other. The dead for Hades and the living for Hecate. I was under Hecate's 'jurisdiction', so to speak.
I woke up on Charon's boat, before he left me on the dock. It's normal for new arrivals to come like that.
Prior to my arrival in the Underworld, I was [hm] out on a group exploration with my team.
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What sorts of things did your team explore?
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[Preventing people from knowing their weaknesses, he figured.]
A tower full of strange monsters. Kind of like this one, but without the luxury floors.
action | cafeteria
I heard what you said over the network.
Re: action | cafeteria
Nina.
[With a bob of his head, he indicates the chair across the table.]
It wasn't like the one you saw. Although I suppose that one could have been worse, from a certain point of view. It hasn't happened to you?
[The food is mostly waffles and fruit, although there are also some eggs and a lone strip of bacon. He picks up the bacon with his fingertips and brings it to his mouth, where he breaks off a small bite, perhaps a centimeter in length. After beginning to chew it, he makes a peculiar face, then spears a ball of cantaloupe with his fork and eats it quickly. It's like he's trying to wash away the flavor of the bacon.]
[ETA: I had to make a small edit in the original post; I double-checked, and coffee is only in the restaurant right now, not the cafeteria. So he has hot cocoa and fruit juice.]
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It has. So I know what you're talking about. I can imagine, at least. Everything was ruined, wasn't it? Vacant. No living people anywhere.
[She takes a deep breath. She sips her cocoa without looking at him, and then she speaks.]
But it only happened to me once. [Her gaze is focused intently on something invisible on the distance.] How many times have you gone back?
[She finally looks at him when she asks that. By the looks of him, probably quite a few times, and possibly for quite a while at that.]
[Text]
2.) I have never been sent back, so I can't help with that one.
[voice in perpetua]
[text]
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[All he is willing to anyways.]