all these logs up in here

[orphans]

Characters: orphaner dualscar and whoever!
Setting: anywhere / everywhere, you pick
Format: i'll match
Summary: just him screwing around
Warnings: possibly language and violence, will be updated as needed

[option a: insert floor here]
[in which dualscar is literally on any floor you wish him to be. there will be a reason supplied, yes. feel free to bump into him in the hall, have him walk in on a movie you're watching, or even bother him at a meal in the cafeteria.]

[option b: floor six]
[the forest. certainly enough to do here, one would think. if someone were to stray far enough from the outer rim of the forest, they would begin to notice fallen beasts of all sizes scattered without any particular pattern. but dualscar doesn't stay near any corpse for long, however, though it's likely he can be found looking through his crosshairs at new prey soon enough.

or have that nearly blinding beam of light, easily spotted several hundred meters away, strike near. whatever the case, the orphaner has missed his job annihilation: parental figures or not.]

Comments

[benigncancer]

[On the floor with the videogames and movies, the sounds of quiet sniffling can be heard, accompanied by a touching scene of flushed serendipity being torn apart by a merciless Archeradicator with a serious jealousy problem.]

[orphans]

[and over the sounds of his own quiet sniffling, signless may hear the merciless stomp of boots as the orphaner draws nearer; 'curiosity killing the cat' be damned. he stops just short of the spectacle before him, though in clear view if the signless were to turn his gaze away from the screen.

he is more baffled than anything.]

... What in Gl'bogolyb's name are you doin'?

[benigncancer]

[Oh shit! There's a sudden scramble as Signless wipes red tears away from his eyes and grabs the remote. He pauses the movie, and looks up at Dualscar, a crimson flush crawling right across his cheeks and onto his ears]

I'm just watching a movie, what the fuck does it look like?

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow is on the workshop level, floor fifteen, and is currently scowling down at a table with tiny scraps of metal on it. Most of them are steel, but a few are of a shinier silver; all of them are no longer than a few inches, and curled and gnarled into strange shapes.

She's experimenting with something, but trying to get magic to make something physically lasting... well, it's not something she's done before. It isn't going well.]

Darn it! Stupid metal. This is why I grow plants, not make swords. [She sighs and sets back from the table, moving to stretch, when she notices Dualscar (wherever he is, nearby).

Willow freezes, eyes going wide. He looks exactly like an older Eridan; it's uncanny, and she has no idea what to think.]

[orphans]

[except more rugged, masculine, muscled, war-- okay let's not get ahead of ourselves here. he'd have his arms folded over his chest if he could, as he slowly perused his way through the workshop and the girl became within earshot.

he'd only observe momentarily before moving on, if it weren't for her sudden gawking. he holds her gaze with a glare for a few seconds, before speaking.]

Can I help you with somethin'?

[guiltapalooza]

[Masculine has never been much of a selling point for Willow; she's surprised and unsure, but not intimidated. Her gawking soon turns into a hesitant brand of curiosity.]

Who are you? You look... really similar to someone I know. [She's heard the word ancestor before, because Sollux has used it; but she's never seen the Psionic, wouldn't expect ancestor to imply marked up carbon copy. What she's really wondering is if this is some weird, adult Eridan.]

[entropied]

[The Handmaid has found that while the spring floor is nice, the forest is generally much less crowded, due to its aggressive wildlife. She doesn't find them ridiculously hard to avoid or to kill, though, so she's been wandering the woods more and more.

But today, there's a rather unwelcome visitor. She scowls as she catches sight of Dualscar.]

Unnecessary, don't you think?

[orphans]

[well howdy-doo there to you too. if it were a human, he'd glance their way and never look back. but as it stands, as the apparent ancestor to a troll he'd once been familiar with... well, it's enough for him to fully divert his attention from whatever beast to her instead.

he raises his gaze from the crosshairs, proceeding then to give her a good lookover.]

Your insolence? Surely.

[and slowlllllllllly turning that gun towards her, though not quite much else yet.]

[entropied]

[He is getting the biggest eyeroll ever as she crosses her arms.]

And that is an overreaction.

[nyandeshiko]

<sub>[It's not like Mimio would even know what to do with the cutlery he's stolen from the cafeteria besides maybe cook something. And this is not who he's ever been, he's not made to be a thief!

His shame is only compounded when he sees Dualscar. Like he wants that jerk to see how he's fallen. Now it's just a matter of trying to pretend he's invisible.]</sub>

[orphans]

[usually he'd only glance to him once before dismissal, but with that cutlery in hand? it brings to memory their past conversation. and while he doesn't particularly care for smalltalk, or (better yet) even acknowledgement of near!human vermin, he does stop in his tracks.]

Furbeast monkey. [ape-like in nature that they were, it was a given to refer to most humans as so. the addition of "furbeast" was a new one, though.]

[nyandeshiko]

_{[Mimio's tail lashes- he only knows of one person-thing-whatever that's been so incredibly rude to him in his time here, and that insult has just nearly done it. He's intent on pretending he didn't comprehend that as he turns to look at the other.]}

'Scuse, ya said somethin'?

Option b owo

[toy_souldier]

[Vivi'd just been in the forest to practice some spells, nothing big or overly dangerous but he wanted to make sure that prolongued stay in the Tower hadn't magically lowered or completely drained his MP.

What he DIDN'T expect was to be nearly shot by a beam of light, squawking and rolling to the side, the brim of his hat just a bit warm from the shot.]

Wh-what was that!?

[orphans]

[vivi will probably hear the stomp of boots before he sees them. while his gaze had initially been focused on the large quadrupedal beasts just past the other, it now lay with a clean-cut hole through its abdomen. but he hadn't expected the shout followed, let alone for it to not be of an animalistic nature. a resident of the tower, perhaps, if the total lack of eloquence through-out the forest said anything.

he halts just before the other, gun already pointed down at him.]

What manner 'a creature are you?

[toy_souldier]

[He squeaks at the sight of the adult troll, staff coming up protectively before him.] I-I'm a b-black mage........

Wh-who're you...? [Just gonna hunker down, head lowering between his shoulders to hide his face more behind his collar and hat.]

[grandhighblood]

[bothering him at the cafeteria sounds like oodles of fun.

one minute it's quiet, then suddenly out of nowhere, there's a loud sound like a small meteor hit the fucking floor next to the table dualscar is sitting at. shitty clown probably jumped from who the fuck knows where, intending on trying to surprise the sea dweller or something........]

[orphans]

[WELL GEE AREN'T YOU MATURE??

though it does have its (allegedly) intended effect. he very nearly falls from his chair, silverware clattering noisily as its dropped. and he grasps the edge of the table as he whips about to face the cause... and positively glowers.]

Is this a customary form 'a hello from your likes?

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Vriska's in the upper library, the one less frequented by others. The culture shock of being somewhere with races other than troll, and with trolls from a hemospectrum that was never overturned, is slowly starting to sink in and so, much as she likes to act as though she doesn't care, she wants to know more about who she's dealing with here.

That doesn't, of course, stop her from looking up as the adult sea dweller passes and sneering at what is, to her mind, a fin-face playing dress-up in the jewels of the elite.]

Nice costume.

[Will she ever learn not to mouth off to her superiors? All signs point to no!]

[orphans]

[oh gross ew look what's chosen to make itself known in his presence. though her remarkable resemblance to mindfang is... at first startling, to put it mildly, such sentiments remain outwardly unknown. only one of her descendants. but he does otherwise halt his pace at the comment, specifically noting her expression.

his own sneer had already been evident.]

I'd mind your manners, wench.

[uprisings]

[Heyyyy it's a floor full of couches!! The fourth specifically, and somewhere within view of the door, the Summoner is... well... using one of these aforementioned couches. But instead of just sitting like a normal person, he's on his back, legs hooked over the back of the couch, tips of his horns just beginning to brush the ground. He is reading, upside down yes, and not being particularly attentive about who all comes in and out of the room while he does it. Whoops...?]

[orphans]

[dualscar's seen quite a few strange things on this tower, but this was definitely an anomaly in its apparent normalcy. it's enough to stop him in his approach. he takes note of the streaks of red running through his hair (such an appalling color to go for), what little else of color he can discern from afar.

quietly, he slides his crosshairs from its strap at his back, and holds it steady as he continues. with the amount of strikingly odd lowbloods he's met in the tower (read: all), chances are not something he's willing to take any longer. funny, a few months ago this would've made him laugh to even consider.]

[evokingfool]

[On the media floor, Minato found a Neo-Featherman movie and was currently watching it. He seems like he's enjoying it.

Probably, judging from the small smile on his face.]

[orphans]

[dualscar's eyes dart from the screen to the human apparently viewing it, much less actually enjoying it. normally, he would simply be on his way and pay neither any mind, but.. perhaps he is a little curious.

doesn't mean he's going to be polite about it, though.]

What is this?

Floor 16

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku found this floor fascinating, he couldn't describe why but there was something vastly terrifying about a floor that seemed to not exist, that seemed to spread out into an eternity of darkness either way. Perhaps this was like the world that Charles and Marianne would have made. If all time stopped and all progress stopped and humans were not capable of progress...

He was sat on the stairs, looking down into the dark.]

Re: Floor 16

[orphans]

[dualscar's as perplexed with the floor as the human is. he stops just a few steps away from the other, glancing from the head of brown hair to the abyss in front of them both. granted, suzaku could probably hear his footsteps, but he otherwise remains silent in his contemplation.]