the dream is over, but the nightmare's just beginning...

[thebigsister]

characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU
settings: Dormitory Hallways & Stairs
format: action tags to start off, but I'll match your preference
summary: there's a... thing in a diver's suit, with what look like harpoons or really scary needles at its wrists, roaming the halls. Do come by to say hi.
warnings: I warned you, bro, I warned you about those stairs! None yet, will be added as necessary.

[Eleanor awoke to a panic. She calmed herself as she tried to make sense of the situation, though the letters left by her (?) bed weren't much help. Trapped. Again. She refused to believe it just yet. Fortunately for her, she found the mismatched Big Sister suit her Father had managed to assemble for her, still in functional condition.

She would not be trapped. After all that had happened, after tasting freedom, Eleanor Lamb was not going to take this lying down.

So she suited up with ease and determined, prepared to explore the place. She would find a way out. She would. So there she is, steps heavy along the corridors, with a distinct clank of metal, as she makes her way around, carefully studying the structure and built of the halls. Like her father has taught her, she's not out to kill innocents, but she will fight, if fighting is what's necessary to recover her freedom.]

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[grandhighblood]

[A person in a strange metallic suit doesn't immediately register as 'human' or 'troll' in the highblood's mind. He regards it immediately as some creature or robot or something along those lines, so his response to coming across this thing is to put his guards up and prepare to attack.]

[thebigsister]

[...wow. Okay. Eleanor has seen her fair share of monstrous blobs of ex-human things that spliced themselves to horrible lengths. And still she has to pause at the sight of the Grand Highblood. It's mostly the horns, to be honest. The fact the damn huge, horned thing is reading a stand to attack doesn't make Eleanor all that happier. The light behind the portholes shifts from green to yellow as she herself takes a defensive stand. She will not throw the first punch, no, but she will be ready to retaliate. Still...]

I will not hurt you, if you let me go.

[The voice is muffled somewhat, coming directly through the helmet.]

[grandhighblood]

[He snarls and prepares to--whoa, wait. Did that thing just speak? Judging by the sound of the thing's voice, this entire get-up was a suit. Interesting. His snarl tapers off into silence as he adjusts his stance into a more composed one, but still on guard.]

Heh, and here I all thought you were a motherfucking brainless thing that all roamed the hallways. Guess I was wrong.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor shifts her weight, letting her arms hang deceptively by her sides, as if the harpoon and the ADAM needle were too heavy. Then she cocked her head somewhat, genuinely surprised by the fact the... creature had replied. But of course it did, it was just as Father had taught her.]

I could say the same.

[Muffled by the helmet, the voice is rather indistinct in gender, though perhaps the slim figure hints at it. The lights behind the portholes remained neutral yellow, however.]

Are you in charge of this place?

[grandhighblood]

[He chuckles, eyeing the wicked instrument on her arm with vivid interest. Well-armed indicates a fighter, which is interesting to know.]

Unfortunately, no. You won't be all so motherfucking lucky to be running into any of them.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor doesn't miss that interest, but makes herself remain neutral. After all, he isn't threatening her. Yet.]

I understand. May I assume you have been brought here against your will as well?

[grandhighblood]

[He snorts, rolling his eyes. So far, he's unable to get a good read on this person's state, but he can be patient...]

You may. It's all just a bad motherfucking joke, all this noise.

[deadliestberet]

Preston stopped and stared at the...person? He was fairly certain that it was a person. Still, why would a person be wearing a diving suit here? It seemed a bit out of place to him. Granted that what he was wearing was also kind of out of place as well. But that was besides the point. His eyes continued to follow the person as they lumbered down the hall, before moving out of the way for the person to walk by him.

"Er...hello?"

[thebigsister]

The lumbering figure stops, turning to face the man. The portholes remain green, however, as Eleanor feels no hostility towards him. Yet.

"Yes?" The voice is muffled and the gender indistinct, though it is clear who it is addressing. For lack of anything better to say, Eleanor adds: "Who are you?"

[deadliestberet]

He blinked slowly for a few moments. The thing, person, was talking to him? Well of course they were talking to him if they were a person. Though they must have a rather loud voice to be able to talk through that thick helmet.

"Oh, um Private Preston Marlowe."

[thebigsister]

Eleanor moved with slow, lumbering gestures that seemed to imply the suit was heavy and cumbersome. If she was attacked, they would soon learn otherwise. If she wasn't, perhaps they wouldn't be too afraid of her just yet.

"Are you in charge of this place, Private Marlowe?"

[deadliestberet]

Now that was a rather silly question. Him, in charge of anything? It almost made him want to laugh. The day he was given charge of anything would probably be when hell freezes over. Still, the fact that she believed him to be a leader in this "tower", could only point to one thing, she was new here. Sighing before shaking his head as a no in response to her question.

[thebigsister]

"I see."

The head swiveled to the side to look at the end of the corridor, before it turned back to him.

"Have you been here long?" Still clipped, still mostly lacking a noticeable inflexion. Perhaps it's the helmet, perhaps is Eleanor trying to hold her anger in check.

[lordoffabulous]

[ So, some weird guy wearing a violet collar just appeared in front of you, Eleanor. Kind of like this, in a burst of... magic, yeah.

He just got here recently too, and he's a bit concerned, you see. He turns to Eleanor, tilting his head, vaguely aware she... is not a normal human, he is sensing. ]

Aren't you a sight? Why, for a second, I assumed you were one of the things from here!

[thebigsister]

[Oh damn, splic--oh. Eleanor barely stops herself from slamming a needle into his face, moving with inhuman speed. She doesn't exactly relax her stand, not after that entrance.]

No, I am not "one of the things from here." Who are you?

[lordoffabulous]

Reflexes like a snake~! You are certainly no normal human, are you?

[ WHOA THERE, Eleanor. He'd have stopped the needle with his fingers, of course (you see, he is stronger than he looks), but thankfully the suited... girl... stopped. Alright then. ]

Well, now that that's settled, you can call me Demon Lord Ghirahim. ... Or just Ghirahim, really. The title is somewhat for show as of late, considering, so I'm not particularly fussy about it.

[ Shrug! ]

[thebigsister]

Are you now.

[Eleanor cocked her head to the side, almost unnaturally.]

How magnanimous, for a Demon Lord.

[lordoffabulous]

[ I mean, he isn't BOTHERED but whatever. ]

Yes, I know. I am nothing if not kind to most people who don't bother me, of course. I won't hold your attempting to kill me against you, either~! It's nice to see someone with some courage around here.

[ He smirks. ] I also know that you won't be finding your way out of here so easily.

Though, you may try, if you'd like! It would be amusing to watch, at any rate.

[ That needle, dear, is not going to help you much! ]

[thebigsister]

[...it's okay, she's got a few more tricks under her belt than just the needle. It's good for impaling, though. But there's still nothing quite like setting a smug bastard on fire.]

I dislike wasting my time.

[...yeah, she didn't like this guy. She would not attack first, but that didn't mean she wouldn't feel some satisfaction bashing his face in.]

[tempustemporum]

[Yeah wow that is a... pretty special outfit there, Eleanor.]

[Ienzo doesn't come from the right time or place to identify it as anything like a diver's suit, so his first instinct is to consider that this is another monster that the Tower fabricated for them -- but yeah, it looks like the thing is looking around, with the now-familiar body language of a newcomer. It seemed to be inspecting the structure of the place, which he supposed was unusual, but...]

...have you just arrived?

[Suddenly, there is an eight-year-old walking down the hall towards you, Eleanor.]

[thebigsister]

[Oh hey, so these are the mythical little brothers. Eleanor looked down at the boy, and then bent her knees into a crouch so he was eye-to-porthole with her.]

Yes. Do you live here?

[tempustemporum]

yes. [No use denying it now. He pretty much does live here, unless the pattern spontaneously changes. It's hard to determine the creature's gender or tone of voice with that metallic body.]

...what exactly are you?

[thebigsister]

I see.

[She's slightly taken aback by the question, however. She wasn't entirely sure how she was supposed to answer that. Was she human? In some ways, yes, but not entirely. Not with that... thing inside her. Was she a monster? Her father had taught her the most inhuman monsters were the ones that looked the most human-like. And that only her actions could define her, properly.]

...what do you mean?

[tempustemporum]

well, your body appears to be synthetic, though not of any technology i am familiar with. [He comes from before the time of diver's suits, in his world anyhow, so he doesn't really know what to make of it. The shape of the body looks feminine, so he is inclined to believe that, but... well, who knows with this place?]

[Yeah, no philosophical musings today, sorry. He's just behind the times.]

[thebigsister]

[...he's not wrong entirely, but she also feels an unpleasant feeling coil under her tongue at the word "synthetic". She knows she's not entirely human anymore, but at the same time, she's not just some thing that was made. Her mother and Ryan used to think that way, of Little Sisters, Big Sisters and Big Daddies, but Eleanor that's not true. It's not true.]

Yes, I will grant you that this technology has been known to be elusive.