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towerofanimus2013-08-05 11:59 pm
thinkwisely) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-05 11:59 pm
01. I could lift you up.
Characters: Ivan and open
Setting: Dorm 2-08, Dorm Floor 2, Floor 69 (the cloud floor), and the Cafeteria
Format: starting with action, but I'll follow!
Summary: Just the usual newcomer shtick--waking up and trying to gather his bearings.
Warnings: Ivan has a bad habit of trying to mind read anyone and everyone he runs across if he thinks it'll get him the answers he wants faster than just asking--please make sure to let me know if this is or isn't okay! Otherwise, nothing.
Dorm Room 2-08
[The instant Ivan wakes, his mind begins to spin with questions. He couldn't remember lying down. When had he fallen asleep? Why couldn't he move? What was this strange white room? His brow knits in concern once he feels the ability to move once more, and sitting up, the blonde immediately starts to inspect the strange material he's clad in. Eventually, Ivan's hand comes to rest upon the collar affixed to his neck. He frowns.]
Huh...
[No, this definitely wasn't Tolbi. He was...somewhere else. But how had he been transported? And where exactly, for that matter? Ivan supposed that no such questions were ever answered in response to idle behavior, so he swings his legs over the side of his bed and stands.
Moments later, he's thoroughly inspected his trunk, relieved to find not only his traveling clothes and a few of the items he had been equipped with during the Colosso Tournament, but the Shaman's Rod nestled safely inside. With a sigh of relief, he picks it up after strapping his sword to his belt and storing his other items in his pockets. As it is, he doesn't want to leave the staff lying around out of his sight. Master Hammet would be rather upset if he lost it again, after all.]
I guess I should...oh!
[Ivan was just about to leave when he spotted the letters on the nightstand next to his bed. He darts back and grabs them, but not wanting to stay in the uncomfortably white room for much longer, he decides to read them as he explores.]
Dorm Floor 2
[Ivan's eyes scan through the letters fervently, his face becoming more and more troubled the further he reads. Likewise, his pace picks up to one of brisk agitation. Where he started off at least attempting to keep a solid awareness of his surroundings, he's soon so focused on the words on the paper that Ivan completely forgets to watch out for anyone else that may be walking nearby.
A full-on collision is becoming increasingly likely.]
Floor 69
[This floor is the first one that really catches Ivan's attention as he makes his way down as fast as he can manage. Maybe it was just because he was a Jupiter Adept (as he'd found out quite recently), but something about the large layer of clouds calms him drastically. Ivan sighs, his shoulders sagging in a relaxed fashion as he steps forward tentatively, onto the clouds.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad situation, after all. He'd find Isaac and Garet and Mia sooner or later and then they'd get back to finding the Elemental Stars.
For now, he could just...enjoy a moment of quiet serenity. Ivan smiles to himself, laughs a little, and plops eagerly down. It all seemed so simple and so manageable now. Really, he wasn't sure why he was getting so worked up in the first place.]
Cafeteria
[Once Ivan had gotten his wits about him once more, he went the rest of the way down to the Cafeteria without stopping, too wary of the rest of the floors to give in to any amount of curiosity. Sure, it wasn't pleasant to feel anxious...but Ivan would take feeling anxious to having clouded judgement (pun not intended) any day.
When he retrieves his bowl of oatmeal and finds a place to sit, he does so heavily (though he's at least considerate enough to lay the Shaman's Rod gently across his lap). Ivan doesn't want to eat--he isn't hungry--simply knows he should.
If only he could find the motivation to actually pick up the spoon and eat.]
Setting: Dorm 2-08, Dorm Floor 2, Floor 69 (the cloud floor), and the Cafeteria
Format: starting with action, but I'll follow!
Summary: Just the usual newcomer shtick--waking up and trying to gather his bearings.
Warnings: Ivan has a bad habit of trying to mind read anyone and everyone he runs across if he thinks it'll get him the answers he wants faster than just asking--please make sure to let me know if this is or isn't okay! Otherwise, nothing.
Dorm Room 2-08
[The instant Ivan wakes, his mind begins to spin with questions. He couldn't remember lying down. When had he fallen asleep? Why couldn't he move? What was this strange white room? His brow knits in concern once he feels the ability to move once more, and sitting up, the blonde immediately starts to inspect the strange material he's clad in. Eventually, Ivan's hand comes to rest upon the collar affixed to his neck. He frowns.]
Huh...
[No, this definitely wasn't Tolbi. He was...somewhere else. But how had he been transported? And where exactly, for that matter? Ivan supposed that no such questions were ever answered in response to idle behavior, so he swings his legs over the side of his bed and stands.
Moments later, he's thoroughly inspected his trunk, relieved to find not only his traveling clothes and a few of the items he had been equipped with during the Colosso Tournament, but the Shaman's Rod nestled safely inside. With a sigh of relief, he picks it up after strapping his sword to his belt and storing his other items in his pockets. As it is, he doesn't want to leave the staff lying around out of his sight. Master Hammet would be rather upset if he lost it again, after all.]
I guess I should...oh!
[Ivan was just about to leave when he spotted the letters on the nightstand next to his bed. He darts back and grabs them, but not wanting to stay in the uncomfortably white room for much longer, he decides to read them as he explores.]
Dorm Floor 2
[Ivan's eyes scan through the letters fervently, his face becoming more and more troubled the further he reads. Likewise, his pace picks up to one of brisk agitation. Where he started off at least attempting to keep a solid awareness of his surroundings, he's soon so focused on the words on the paper that Ivan completely forgets to watch out for anyone else that may be walking nearby.
A full-on collision is becoming increasingly likely.]
Floor 69
[This floor is the first one that really catches Ivan's attention as he makes his way down as fast as he can manage. Maybe it was just because he was a Jupiter Adept (as he'd found out quite recently), but something about the large layer of clouds calms him drastically. Ivan sighs, his shoulders sagging in a relaxed fashion as he steps forward tentatively, onto the clouds.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad situation, after all. He'd find Isaac and Garet and Mia sooner or later and then they'd get back to finding the Elemental Stars.
For now, he could just...enjoy a moment of quiet serenity. Ivan smiles to himself, laughs a little, and plops eagerly down. It all seemed so simple and so manageable now. Really, he wasn't sure why he was getting so worked up in the first place.]
Cafeteria
[Once Ivan had gotten his wits about him once more, he went the rest of the way down to the Cafeteria without stopping, too wary of the rest of the floors to give in to any amount of curiosity. Sure, it wasn't pleasant to feel anxious...but Ivan would take feeling anxious to having clouded judgement (pun not intended) any day.
When he retrieves his bowl of oatmeal and finds a place to sit, he does so heavily (though he's at least considerate enough to lay the Shaman's Rod gently across his lap). Ivan doesn't want to eat--he isn't hungry--simply knows he should.
If only he could find the motivation to actually pick up the spoon and eat.]
Cafeteria
What in Ysmir's beard is that you are eating, boy? It looks like something I would feed my horse.
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Still, not wanting to be rude, he gives a somewhat awkward, bashful smile.]
It's oatmeal. [When he pauses, his eyes flicker down to the unappetizing bowl and he manages a small chuckle.] Well, it's made out of oats so...I'm sure it would be quite suitable for a horse.
[Another pause. Always introduce yourself, Ivan! That's the polite thing to do.] My name is Ivan; I just woke up here not too long ago.
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Ivan. I am Brunwulf Bear-Claw. Well met. [He gave a sharp nod to the boy.] How long have you been within this tower?
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[After a short pause to allow Brunwulf to sit (or decline sitting), Ivan answers the next question.] I only just woke up earlier this morning. I take it you've arrived here today, as well?
[Not a huge leap in logic. It would explain all the questions.]
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-I can't seem to get the damn thing off either. Have you tried pulling yours off too? [Did everyone have these wretched collars around their necks?] It seems whoever captured us and placed us within this tower, wants to treat us like animals of sorts. Oatmeal or we'll starve? You would not treat a dog so poorly.
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[He fiddles unenthusiastically at his spoon.] I've heard we only have to eat this once, if we so choose, however. At least that's a bit of a silver lining. Though...it doesn't appear as if there are many other options right now.
[All Ivan was seeing were a bunch of strange nutritional bars and water. What he wouldn't give for some actual bread.]
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I do not trust this place. Ivan, you should watch your back, as I can foresee dark forces at work here. It reminds me of when I was stuck inside an ancient Nordic tomb back in my own world, filled with Draugr. The dead Nords that rose from the dead and came back to fight the living. [Sorry but he can be dramatic at times.]
I'm so sorry I took so long to reply; I was a bit burnt out after the event.
I'm not sure... [He sighs. Every question seemed to have a dead end where an answer should have been.] But I'll try to be careful.
[Especially after what had happened on his way traveling down from the Cafeteria.] I don't think it would be wise to take anything here for granted, even if there's nothing anyone can do to change it. Some of the floors in this place are deceptively dangerous.