Eleanor Lamb (
thebigsister) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-02-06 12:34 am
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the dream is over, but the nightmare's just beginning...
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.]
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:
[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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[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.]
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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?
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...what exactly are you?
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[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?
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[Yeah, no philosophical musings today, sorry. He's just behind the times.]
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Yes, I will grant you that this technology has been known to be elusive.
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Eleanor Lamb, and yours?
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...i am ienzo.
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[She doesn't mean it in an accusatory tone, but the helmet muffles pretty much all subtle nuances of intonation.]
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no, i don't. my world has no concept of 'last names'.
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[The head tilted to the other side, somewhat unnaturally.]
But... how do you establish relationships with your parents and your family without them?
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[It took him a moment to understand what she was talking about. That's right -- family members have the same last name, don't they?]
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[...this is keen to her interests, yes. Not that you'd know, but you've hit right the topic she's willing to ask questions about.]
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[Eleanor sounded slightly hesitant, not entirely convinced.]
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