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towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:00 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:00 pm
The Doctor is [In] (OPEN)
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.]
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.]
---
[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.]
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[Whether the man's serious or joking, Minato's going with the flow.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[If this kid doesn't know who wrote the note, he's probably of little use to Richtofen. Still, rather than brush him off completely, Richtofen feels compelled to ask him more questions. Might as well gather as much information as he can while he's around a living person who's willing to talk to him.]
So, friend, was your world destroyed, too?
[That is, of course, assuming that they weren't from the same world. But the more that Richtofen thought about it, the less likely the idea that only people from his world inhabited the tower got. Unless this place was some strange sort of afterlife, everyone should have arrived in the place at the same time. The other three beds in the room looked lived-in, so clearly, that wasn't the case. Besides, his teammates were nowhere in sight.
Really, though, a building from another dimension that took one person from every "destroyed world" for no discernible reason? Richtofen was a pretty open-minded person, but he was having a hard time comprehending that.]
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[Maybe it's better that he won't see his world's sorry state. But Minato always prefer seeing it for himself instead of believing what others told him, especially if they're people he don't trust.]
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Perhaps it would be easier to find out if they're lying or not if we knew where the exit was. I'm sure that whole inter-dimensional travel thing won't be too hard, either.
[As he knows very well.]
By the way, you wouldn't happen to have seen a big, glowing piece of machinery with... [He gestures to the swastika armband he's wearing.] ...this symbol on it anywhere around here, would you?
[He really hopes one of his teleporters is around here somewhere. If it's not, he'll probably have to start believing in that "your world's been destroyed" nonsense, which irks him. He has so much he still wants to do in his world!]
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At the man's question, he glance at the swastika and shake his head.]
No, I haven't seen anything like that anywhere in this tower, yet.
[It would be hard for him to miss that symbol. So either it's not here or he haven't look everywhere.]
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[Richtofen's rather loud shout might have seen a bit unnecessary, but he's upset. This means his teleporter has wedged itself into some unknown area of this place, or he got here through other means, the latter option being particularly unfavorable.
He clears his throat and chuckles sheepishly, flashing the boy a smile (talk about mood swings). One more question is worth asking...]
What about walking corpses? Have you seen any of those?
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...No, I haven't seen any around here, yet. Mostly monsters.
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[Richtofen's tone brightens. He's not sure how this kid knows what zombies are, but the fact that he does in the first place is enough to lighten Richtofen's spirits. Maybe later they can share zombie-killing stories (if Minato had any, that is).]
What kind of monsters? [Hellhounds? Nova zombies? Perk-stealing zombie astronaut monkeys?]
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[He thinks back to his experiences, wondering how to describe them.]
...Generally, they look unnatural.
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Unnatural how? Are there any oversized puppies? ...On fire?
[Okay, so the hellhounds he often fights are nothing like "puppies." Richtofen just has a habit of referring to any dog, unholy beast or not, as a "puppy."]
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[Frankly, since the man mentioned it, Minato would be on guard for any in the tower.
Assuming, of course, he's reckless enough to stay out at night.]
Like abominable beings, something out of fiction where scientists messed with animals.
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Sounds like fun!
[He knows a lot about scientists messing with animals - he helped create the aforementioned oversized flaming dogs - so the thought of more abominable beings lurking around doesn't really phase him. Quite the contrary, in case it wasn't obvious enough.]
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Really?
[Is this man one of those trigger-happy people?]
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Well, of course. It's not nearly as fun exploring a new place without anything to kill!
[He sounds far too delighted. So to answer your question: yes. He's trigger-happy, and knife-happy, and strangle-happy, and whatever other kind of pain-related -happy you could think of.]
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[A pause.]
They revived you here, but please don't test your luck too much.
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What? They revive you after you die?
[Whether they make the dead into flesh-hungry zombies or fix them up so they're perfectly healthy again, it doesn't matter to him. Either way, he'll get to kill loads of people if he wants to.
Is he in Heaven?]
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[Knowing this tower, it's more of a 'when'. But Minato dislike the high death likelihood.]
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Oh, that's extraordinary!
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...You'll enjoy this tower, then.
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[He points to his collar.]
What is this?
[Now he seems pretty unamused.]
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[There's the urge to tap his collar, but resist it.]
And every two weeks, we have check-ups for them.
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[He's really, really unamused. He would prefer not to be wearing any clunky, suspicious fashion accessories without being asked first, thank you.]
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[As far as he can observed.]
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