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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[thebigsister]

...experiments.

[The word makes her want to set something on fire. She could actually, but she refrains herself. Not yet, not yet. Her posture shifts again, as she thinks over what he's told her, the knowledge mixing in with vague knowledge in the back of her mind, of dozens of different voices and opinions.]

What would you define as dangerous, then?

[deadliestberet]

Even if he did recognize the name, Preston didn't show any outward reaction towards it. Instead, he just settled on the relaxed look on his face. Which was more do to him being both tired and bored than anything else. One would think that meeting someone wearing a diving suit that had a light projecting from out of the lense would be a bit creepy. And they're right, though for him being kidnapped and having god-knows-what being pumped into his body, was also kind of creepy.

"Nice to meet you then, Miss Eleanor."

[thebigsister]

"Likewise, Private Marlowe." The head shifts again, to peer at him curiously. "Forgive me for asking so bluntly, but what could you tell me about this place? I am not familiar with anything like it."

[grandhighblood]

My motherfucking self, personally? [He rolls his eyes up, thinking about this...huh....] Whatever the fuck that can all get you killed, it what I all think people are motherfucking getting their fearfullness on about, you know? Shit, even when the promise of death is but a motherfucking disappointment. Nobody even all stays dead around here.

[Hint of a disappointment in his voice.]

[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]

...so there are hostile entities here. I see.

[She nodded, though the head didn't really bob much.]

Thank you. Do you have a name?

[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?

[deadliestberet]

"Hm, um, not much that you probably already know, I'm afraid." He scratched his chin in thought for a moment or two. "So far I only know some of the basics. Like strange things wander around at night, and this place sealed off all exits." Or at least all of the exits that he knows of. When he had first got here, Preston was very tempted to try and blow his way out of the tower and to freedom. Although he has no idea how thick the walls are.

[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! ]

[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]

"So that's how it is," Eleanor narrows her eyes for a moment, not that he can see it. But she's not happy about that, not in the slightest. "We'll just have to see about that."

[thebigsister]

Are you now.

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

How magnanimous, for a Demon Lord.

[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?

[grandhighblood]

[He grins. Yeah, she'll find out sooner or later that he's probably considered one of those hostile entities....]

You may be all calling me the Grand Highblood. [Then gazes at her expectantly.]

[deadliestberet]

He really didn't need to see her eyes to know that she would probably be upset about what was happening. To his knowledge, just about anyone would be in her shoes. "Yeah, just because you don't see an exit, doesn't mean that one is not there."

[thebigsister]

[...peculiar name, but she wasn't about to judge. Not when she's spent the last few years being called The Daughter of the Lamb and worse. It does sound like a title of some sort, and one he seems proud of, though. She bobs her head, as in greeting.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Grand Highblood. I am Eleanor Lamb.

[thebigsister]

"There is always an exit, Private Marlowe. You just need to be patient enough to find it."

[deadliestberet]

"Well, once you find one. You'll be sure to tell me about it...right?" He gave a small chuckle.

[thebigsister]

"That depends, really," she shifts her posture, toes pointing inward, head tilted at an angle. "Do you want to be saved or do you want to help?"

[deadliestberet]

His answer came quietly with a calm, shrug of his shoulders. "In truth I'd like a bit of both." While it would be very nice to be the one who was saved for once, Preston knew that such a thing would be an imposibility. And so would have to help out.

[thebigsister]

Eleanor nods to herself, though the helmet barely moves.

"Then we'll find a way out, you and I, and if you end up needing a bit of saving, well, I can probably do that, too."

[deadliestberet]

A small smile began to slowly work it's way onto the soldier's face. "Much appreciated miss. And I'll be sure to extend that courtesy to you as well."

[thebigsister]

Yes. They would get out, one way or another. Eleanor began to feel the anger simmer down inside her as her new objective began to take shape before her eyes. A way out, freedom. She would have it. She would have it. And no one was going to stop her.

"I would appreciate that, Private Marlowe. I'm going to explore this place, look into every nook and cranny. And then, when the time is right... well, they won't know what hit them."

[deadliestberet]

Well now wasn't this nice? It looked as though he had gained another ally in the tower. Although he currently did not know to what extent that this woman may go to achieve her goals. Preston did know that she could be very helpful to him in the future. And may even prove to be a good friend as well. Given that they had essentially offered each other mutual protection.

"A-ah, alright then..." So what was he going to do? Probably just do the same. But before that, he had a feeling that he may need that gun that he was granted sometime in the future. Meaning that Preston may need to assemble it sometime soon. "We will find a way out eventually." Or bring the tower crumbling down...or both. It just depended on which one came first.

[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?