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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_plot,
@ 2009-09-17 10:45:00

Ikeda's Wedding Dungeon Crawl
Who: Shadow Kiriko and Exploration Team.
What: Dungeon crawling.
Where: Ikeda's ~~Wedding~~ Dungeon Crawl.
When: June 14/15
Why: Dungeon crawling chat supplementals!

The entrance to the dungeon takes the form of a small, Western-style chapel, with sleek, towering glass buildings visible in the distance. The closest seems to be a hotel, but an inaccessible skyline lined with modern office buildings and interesting architecture belonging to no particular cityscape is visible as well.

ETA: Dungeon Summary for those who have missed all or parts of it and don't want to pick through the chat.

Also note that Yuuto and Masami are chained together, and Emi isn't chained to anyone at all.

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Re: Floor 4: Dancefloor

lotus_beyond
2009-09-20 12:52 pm UTC (link)

Dealing with the trials of Kiriko's dungeon was starting to take its toll on Renju a bit, and being chained to Reizo was making it worse. When she wasn't being carried around like a sack of potatoes, keeping up with his much longer stride was tiring, and he didn't seem to particularly care about her safety as long as she wasn't slowing him down.

He had saved her, true, but that didn't mean much.　Certainly not to him, no doubt.

Inwardly cursing Kiriko's Shadow, she craned her neck up to look at Reizo, her expression very carefully neutral. "Can you dance?" Doubtful, and doubly doubtful that he'd want to, but the quicker they got this over with, the better.

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Re: Floor 4: Dancefloor

some_other_dog
2009-09-20 06:44 pm UTC (link)

Reizo hadn’t moved much since he’d launched himself into the room and pushed up off the ground and taken a seat on the ground and unpacked his cigarettes for a smoke break. He tipped his head back towards the nearest speaker when the music cut off and the shrill, ever annoying voice of Ikeda-bitch took over, grimaced, and took a cursory glance up at Renju.

“I can move,” he answered, the normal swagger he’d put into that sort of statement curiously replaced by something brooding and pouty.

Indifference slipped back into place on his face and he went back to taking long, patient drags off his cigarette. If he was going to dance, he was at least gonna finish his cigarette first. He looked like an inmate awaiting execution.

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