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legislacerates and YOU
Setting: pretty much anywhere in the tower
Format: you lead i'll follow
Summary: Redglare is anxious over her descendant's recent death and also happens to have a new theory re: the tower. That means it's time for some 1NT3RROG4T1ONS!
Warnings: tba

[seeing her descendant die such an ignoble death for all to see had been...unpleasant, to say the least. and it only fueled the macabre thoughts that redglare had been suffering recently. so, with nothing to do but wait for terezi to revive, redglare set out to occupy herself constructively. she couldn't stand to be still, so she would patrol the Tower, interrogating any passersby she happened to come across.

she had a question to ask of everyone, and she wanted it answered.]

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[Her shoes scuff on the floor every now and then as she paces, all angry energy with no outlet.

Sayaka's not going near the computers again in a while, thanks, not after the infuriating powerlessness of watching... any of what was going on. She wants to cut something up but she can't afford to just run out and fight the monsters all day every day. Her soul gem has gotten a slight tinge darker, feels a little heavier... she's not sure what to do. There aren't witches here, after all.

Maybe she'll go find some beasties when it's later anyway. It could help, in a cause and effect kind of way, right?]

[redglare certainly understands the need to move around, but her energy does have an outlet, and that outlet is doing her lawful duty. and the biggest duty handed to her by the condesce is to investigate the circumstances of the tower. therefore, when she approaches sayaka, she doesn't bother with friendly small talk.]

Excuse me.

--Huh?

[Sayaka has to catch herself on the edge of a bookshelf to stop, and turns her back to an only slightly alphabetized semi-complete encyclopedia set of entirely irrelevant information to look up at Redglare.]

[redglare presses on despite sayaka's apparent confusion. humans, she has decided, are basically intelligent, so sayaka should be able to follow.]

You are human, yes?

[She suddenly looks like she's going to say something but it got stuck in her throat before it could become a choke.]

Um. Born and raised!

I see.

[redglare does not seem to be amused by this.]

How long have you been here in the Tower?

_[Fidget.]

Not very long compared to other people, I think. ..Some weeks?

[There's anger. There's indignation. There's helplessness. And then there's Eleanor ruthlessly pushing it all back, forcing it into the resounding clank of each of her steps as she continues to patrol the Tower. Like nothing happened. Like usual. She walks with the same lumbering slowness, as if weighted down by her suit, balancing and carefully looking around. Her feet, clanking and impassive, take her to the pool. She stares at her reflexion, standing at the very edge of the water. She has avoided water all together, since arriving here. Not out of fear, per se, of what might be looming under, but of the terrifying familiarity of the world as seen through glass and water.

She's away from Rapture. Rapture is gone and she's free and she shouldn't let herself fall into ridiculous comfort routines, looking for familiarity in this place. She didn't need the familiarity, she had spent all her conscious life after Sisterhood trying to find a way to escape familiarity.

So as focused and rational as she wanted to be, she crouched down and reached with her hand towards the water, festering on anger and irritation. Her fingers didn't touch the water though, the needle did first. And she supposed that was enough. It was terrifying, sometimes, how much she was becoming one of them in the process of freeing herself. The memories and voices in the back of her brain found the irony delightful.]

[to redglare's eyes, eleanor is more like an imperial drone than a person, and she often avoids the water anyway because of its association with seadwellers. but she's on a mission, and she's taking it even more seriously than usual today.

she edges into the room from the stairs. not too far, so that her escape isn't cut off, but far enough to try and get a better look at the other person on the floor. she won't call out yet; that could be more danger than she cares for. you never know what you might find in the tower.]

[Eleanor's sixth sense alerts her of Redglare's presence, but given the lack of hostility, she decides to ignore it for the time being. Idly, she traces figures on the surface of the water, wondering if she'll feel better jumping into the water. She doesn't want to, but the impulse is there. She's never really had a chance to swim, properly. Not on her own, and not with the freedom she has now, clipped as it is in the Tower.

She sighs, the sound almost entirely muffled by the helmet.]

[for now redglare remains cautious as she slowly draws closer. she's definitely not going to get too close to the water, but eventually she will probably be in healthy speaking range. she's not the strongest troll, so she's wants to have plenty of opportunity to escape. just in case.]

[Finally, Eleanor stands up, turning around slowly to face Redglare. The resemblance to someone else is... fairly uncanny, though Eleanor's arched eyebrow is safely hidden behind the glowing porthole. For once, it is not the usual green, but a more neutral yellow.]

If you wish to simply talk to me, I am willing to entertain you. If you are here to pick a fight, however, I warn you I am not in the mood to hold back and spare your life.

[She's irritated and doing the right thing is very, very difficult when she's so frustrated and full of violence that lacks an outlet.]

[redglare stiffens, expression netural.]

I have no intention of "picking" a fight.

[Eleanor nods.]

I'm glad, I am not really in the mood to end a fight.

[redglare just has no comment for that at all. she's not in the mood, really.]

I take it you've found yourself trapped in this Tower just as everyone else has.

Yes. For a couple of weeks now.

[Eleanor studies the troll curiously, behind the safety of her helmet. Even as irritated as she was, she couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity about them in the back of her mind. Or the slight wariness. The meeting with the Grand Highblood did leave a memorable impression, and that was not to let her guard down around them. No matter what they looked like.]

[Interrogate anyone you say? Well welcome to the fourth floor. Redglare is not the only person who has recently witnessed someone important to them die, and so the Summoner has come here to... look out the giant glass walls and think. Well. Brood tbh, but he'd call it thinking]

[He has his back to the stairs right now, sitting on the floor with his still ruined wings folded behind him. If ever a troll could look contemplative...]

[redglare's first thought when she spots him is something along the lines of abort mission. summoner is stronger than she is, he knows her secrets--her most precious secret--and she'll never forget how easy it was for him to overtake her when the mood struck him. the pain is gone but the scars remain...two long, jagged scars, one for each side of her face. she's not the most vain of trolls, but the scars are a constant reminder that she wasn't strong enough to defend herself, and to make things worse they're on display for everyone to see. does she want to be anywhere near the summoner? no.

but at the same time, she needs information. this is the first decent lead she's had in months and if she doesn't follow through...well, some opportunities only come once. time is precious in the tower, she suspects.

besides that, she can't help but wonder...what will he do when he sees her? she has her suspicions about whether he was in his right mind or not when the incident occurred. curiosity killed the purrbeast, and also more than one young legislacerator, no doubt. but she can't help herself.]

[so she approaches, slowly, not getting too close. she wants to make sure she can get out unhindered if she really needs to.]

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the library, pointedly not near any terminals

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choo choo im the backtag train

Floor 7 - The pool

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