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towerofanimus2013-07-06 10:15 pm
nobarnacles) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-06 10:15 pm
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Characters: Zelgadis and you!
Setting: Room 1-6, or elsewhere in the dorms
Format: I'll reciprocate whichever
Summary: Zel wakes up
Warnings: Zelgagrumping
This wasn't what Zelgadis expected would happen when he woke up. In fact, even the waking up part was a jolt; he still has a spell about to be released in the back of his mind, and he remembers that he was falling, like he tripped over a rock or something, but it doesn't make any sense that he would suddenly be in a place like this.
For a few moments, he strains to move, or yell, or cast a spell, or anything, but nothing happens, as if there just wasn't a connection between his mind and his body. It occurs to him that maybe he did actually die in battle, and he stops flailing at his unresponsive limbs so he can instead try to think a little bit about what all of this means. It doesn't take long for him to notice that he can move again, though, and with the quiet repose of a man who has accepted his own death, he calmly sits up and looks around the room. It's quaint, really, if a bit melodramatically gloomy.
Then he finds the notes, and shortly afterwards, the collar around his neck, and his calm mood drops all the way as far down as the tower goes. He hastily flips through the contents of his trunk, the laughable representation of the world he was plucked from, and grabs his sword. The familiar weight of it sitting around his hips is just one more sensory input in this rapidly solidifying consciousness, and he storms into the hallway with a renewed energy. He's pretty tired of getting jerked around.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
He's not expecting magical answers to drop out of the walls, but shouting lets off a little bit of steam.
Setting: Room 1-6, or elsewhere in the dorms
Format: I'll reciprocate whichever
Summary: Zel wakes up
Warnings: Zelgagrumping
This wasn't what Zelgadis expected would happen when he woke up. In fact, even the waking up part was a jolt; he still has a spell about to be released in the back of his mind, and he remembers that he was falling, like he tripped over a rock or something, but it doesn't make any sense that he would suddenly be in a place like this.
For a few moments, he strains to move, or yell, or cast a spell, or anything, but nothing happens, as if there just wasn't a connection between his mind and his body. It occurs to him that maybe he did actually die in battle, and he stops flailing at his unresponsive limbs so he can instead try to think a little bit about what all of this means. It doesn't take long for him to notice that he can move again, though, and with the quiet repose of a man who has accepted his own death, he calmly sits up and looks around the room. It's quaint, really, if a bit melodramatically gloomy.
Then he finds the notes, and shortly afterwards, the collar around his neck, and his calm mood drops all the way as far down as the tower goes. He hastily flips through the contents of his trunk, the laughable representation of the world he was plucked from, and grabs his sword. The familiar weight of it sitting around his hips is just one more sensory input in this rapidly solidifying consciousness, and he storms into the hallway with a renewed energy. He's pretty tired of getting jerked around.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
He's not expecting magical answers to drop out of the walls, but shouting lets off a little bit of steam.
Floor 1 Dorms
"...You've arrived at the tower."
Yeah, he's stating the obvious here, but really Zelgadis isn't exactly being very specific either.
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"I've gathered that much. Who the hell are you?"
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"I'm Jellal, a 'guest' here just like you."
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"I see. You got one of those notes, too? Something about how you've been 'saved' from the destruction of your world?"
His tone is all sorts of bitter and disbelieving, as if he's saying the words out loud partially because he's still trying to figure out if it's true.
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"All of us, who were trapped here, did. And though I haven't seen it myself, someone who was sent back to their home told me that that much is true."
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His eyes narrow a little. "How many others are here? How long have you been here?"
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Too many that don't deserve this, the torture, the pain, the fear, for all that they have been 'saved'.
"I don't think there is an official count, but I'd say we are over a hundred at least. As for how long... it's been seven months now. I know there are others that have been trapped here much longer than me already though."
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He slams a fist against the wall, making a sudden clatter of stone on stone.
"This is a cruel joke. Who in their right mind thinks to tamper with people like this?"
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Jellal definitely understands the sentiment of punching the wall, especially given that this man is a new arrival... he is just a little to resigned to this already.
"There are several administrators, but the one in charge of them all is called Ruana."
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"I see. What sort of being is this Ruana? To do such a thing like this requires a lot of power."
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"I'm not sure to be honest. I've only seen her on video so far and she does look human... but that does not mean anything as far as power goes."
Not in Jellal's world at least, and given what they've found out about their own bodies that just might not be her true appearance anyways.