The Doctor is [In] (OPEN)

[doctor_dismemberment]

Characters: Richtofen and YOU!
Setting: 2-04 to begin with, then everywhere else.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the tower, then decides to explore.
Warnings: Just that Richtofen is insane.

[Richtofen knows something's up the moment he opens his eyes. Not just because he can't move, because that might be a side-effect of the teleportation. No, he's cautious from the get-go because he notices one specific detail about the room he's in...

The power is already on.

Hm.

He sits bolt upright once he's able to move, and looks down at his clothing.] Oh... How quaint. [But he doesn't remember changing...

There's a note. He reads it over, then picks up the second, longer one. Once he's finished reading, he gives a good-natured chuckle.]

How peculiar! [Then he calls out:] You're not fooling anyone, Samantha...

[He discards the notes and turns his attention to his trunk. He opens it, half expecting it to glow and spit out a random weapon, but it's just an ordinary trunk. He rifles through it, pausing when he spots a teddy bear sitting amongst his belongings. He scowls and grabs it, squeezing it so hard for a moment that it's a wonder the stuffing doesn't come out. Then he puts it aside and continues looking through his stuff.]

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[A quick change of clothes later, and Richtofen is pacing around his room, speaking into a tape recorder.] Log entry 743156. Date: Unknown. Deeeeeeear diary... It seems as if the teleporter has malfunctioned. I've awoken in what seems to be a communal bedroom. From the looks of it, there are others here, but there's no sign of my teammates! [His voice gets higher on that last bit, almost as if he's failing really badly at pretending to care where they are. He knows they're not here, of course, because if they were, the place would smell more like blood and vodka.

Feel free to interrupt him if you want, or just sit by and eavesdrop.]


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[Later, he can be found wandering the floors of the tower, with a look somewhere between joy and amazement on his face. He seems to have taken a particular liking to floor seventeen, if his laughter is of any indication. He lingers on that floor a bit longer than on the others.]

Comments

2-04

[evokingfool]

["You're not fooling anyone, Samantha..."

Minato don't know that voice. After what happened with Heine, he wondered if he get a new roommate.

That would be why he's walking over to the door and peeks inside.]

Re: 2-04

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen's so wrapped up in his diary entry that he doesn't notice the boy lingering by the door. He keeps talking, without a care in the world.]

Ah, well. The power is already on here, which is very strange! [He squints up at the lights.] There are also no windows in this room, and I can't hear my children anywhere! [His voice is really high-pitched right now. Jeez Richtofen, way to be the creepiest doting "parent" ever.]

Re: 2-04

[evokingfool]

[He listens to the man for a moment, before speaking up.]

...Excuse me, sir?

agh fuck formatting, seriously

[doctor_dismemberment]

As usual, I've been given a weapon that is grossly incapable of wounding people properly. [He sounds rather annoyed at that, evidenced by how he practically growls out the words.] But, no matter. I'm sure I'll find something better eventually.

[...And then he hears a voice.]

Nein, I-! Hm. [He just realized that that voice wasn't in his head. He turns to look in the direction the voice came from, blinking. Someone talked to him? Someone that wasn't one of his teammates? And he looked so... so peachy. Probably because he still had blood running through his intact veins. And he didn't smell like death.

Go figure.

He shuts off his tape recorder quickly, though he makes pains to act casual. He sets the recorder back in his trunk, and fixes the boy with a somewhat strained smile, his hands clasped behind his back.]

Yes, how can I help you?

[As if he isn't the new one here.]

/patpats

[evokingfool]

[He notes the quick actions and the posture. Judging from what he overheard earlier, the man's a fighter. Most likely from a military of a sort.]

Are you new here?

[It's his first assumption, but Minato won't rule out other reasons or causes.]

Re: /patpats

[doctor_dismemberment]

I... suppose you could say that.

[He glances over at the notes, then turns his gaze back to the boy.] Why? Are you the welcome party? [...It's hard to tell if he's being serious or not.]

[evokingfool]

[He shake his head.] I'm not, but I can answer your questions to the best of my knowledge.

[Whether the man's serious or joking, Minato's going with the flow.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Hm, questions. Does he have any questions? He normally has everything under control, and other people are the ones asking him questions. Ah well, he'll roll with it. Basic question first.]

Who are you, then? ...And can you tell me who wrote the freaky note?

[He's still betting it was Samantha, but he figures he should ask. She's never bothered with such elaborate things before, after all.]

[evokingfool]

I'm Minato Arisato, and I don't know who wrote the note.

[He thought they're a cruel joke from the gods or the Apportioners, but now? He's not sure. But it's difficult for him to imagine them destroying the Underworld.]

[strayer]

[By now Heine has taken up arms and taken to exploring the floors of the tower. He has not been too far, much more of his time spent grilling others for answers on what was going on.

It takes no jump of inferring that something is clearly wrong with the man. Techno babble aside, it bothers him on how certain words are pronounced. He waits until the speaking ends before cracking the door open slightly with his right hand and leveling his level by his Luger out of sight.]

New here?

[Plenty loud enough to hear, but lacking in tone.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen's head snaps up at the sound of a voice. Instinctively, the hand holding his tape recorder moves behind his back, and his other hand moves to the hilt of the combat knife strapped to his belt. He tenses up for a moment, sizing up this new person, then smiles.]

Ahh! Yes, hello. [He's surprised; pale coloring aside, this person looks decidedly un-zombiefied. He hasn't seen another living person (save for his three teammates) in quite a while now.] Were you the one who wrote the creepy letter? [He gestures behind himself, toward the letters he received upon arrival.]

[strayer]

[Only deathly pale and red pinkish eyes for all he wants people to know. Closer to the truth is he has things in common with zombies, but that never surfaces in conversation as it does in firefights. Heine by no means relaxes, the door make use as a cover for most of his body.]

Not my sense of humor.

[His eyes bounce toward the letters and back to Richtofen all while staying narrow.]

Others say it's the tower here, but magical bullshit doesn't fly with me.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen raises an eyebrow, keeping one hand on the hilt of his knife.]

A magical tower? And what do you mean by that?

[He sounds more curious than surprised. He's still cautious, though; this guy could be some rare type of zombie that was capable of communication. Perhaps, in that case, it would be better if he let his hand hover over his pistol...]

[strayer]

Letter explains.

[Not to say he is buying it, but for the time being that is all the information that has been given to him. The door cracks open further allowing more of him to be seen.

Being of thin frame, he is not much to look at or be physically afraid of by sight alone. The collar of his jacket is pulled up hiding most of his neck part a few bandage strips.]

Sounds like bullshit, but isn't like straight answers are being given.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen is a man of science (or so he'd like to believe). He has a hard time believing the tower has mystical powers. ...Then again, at this point, he really wouldn't be surprised. He's traveled through time before, goddamnit.]

How irritating. [A beat.] So, these "others"... Who are they?

[Yes, he could probably skim through the letter to figure out the answer to that question, but he'd much rather talk with this curiously non-undead man.]

[strayer]

[Heine falls in the show me category. If it can be proven, then he will give it some faith. Still he cannot outright deny some of the things he has heard and seen, certainly not the paranoia over stuffed bears out of all things.]

Various. Kids, hybrids, and some scuba suit wearing...person.

[Jury is still out on Eleanor.]

You're Military?

[No branch he can recall, but he does not expect to. Not like the deep underground uniforms. Not like the Central group with Hans either.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Kids, hybrids, scuba suit wearing person. Well that's descriptive. The "hybrid" part does peak his interest; he's under the assumption that it was only his world that was destroyed, and, unless this guy's using slang he's never heard of or talking about some sort of zombie, that comment throws off Richtofen's theory.]

Charming.

[He straightens his back a bit, brushing off his uniform. He's not particularly proud of his status (being affiliated with such moral people was bad for his image), but he has his share of national pride nonetheless.]

Ja, Wehrmacht.

[If Heine looks closely, he'll probably see that Richtofen's uniform is flecked with old, dried blood.]

[morituramfides]

[Walking around was basically all there was to do around here, and when Jin saw some weird guy standing in an empty room with bloody handprints laughing...well.

That was weird even by his standards of living.]

The hell is wrong with you?

[doctor_dismemberment]

Ahahaha---!

[Richtofen's laughter cuts off abruptly when he hears someone speak. He raises his voice to respond.] There is nothing wrong with me, I-

[He turns around, and stops again when he notices an actual person standing there. From the look on his face, he wasn't expecting that. Nevermind, he'll just play it cool, like he knew a person was there all along.]

...I'm just enjoying their screams, aha. [Because that's a normal thing to do.]

[morituramfides]

[Yep Jin's just gonna fix him with an odd look right now. Who was this weirdo, seriously.]

You're comforted by the screams of disembodied people?

[doctor_dismemberment]

[An almost dreamy look spreads over Richtofen's face. He puts his hands over his heart and nods.]

They remind me of home.

[morituramfides]

What, do you live in the haunted house of some bad amusement park or something?

[doctor_dismemberment]

[He laughs good-naturedly.]

Oh, no! That would be far too artificial.

[He frowns and looks around. The screams and blood are nice, but...]

It would be better if you could actually see the poor little screaming people in here, though. They make such lovely music! [His voice gets higher on the last sentence, and he rolls up onto the balls of his feet, smiling.]

[morituramfides]

Uuuh.... [Wow uh. Yeah just gonna...take an extra moment to stare for a moment. This guy was, interesting.]

Where the hell did you come from then that off-kilter screaming is considered a symphony?

[doctor_dismemberment]

Germany. [Wow that was nonchalant. I don't think you understood the question, Richtofen...]