towerofanimus | MEANWHILE, IN THE VERY RECENT PAST

Characters: THE DUDES OF ROOM 1-14, and I guess whoever passes by? :|a
Setting: Room 1-14, before this thread on the network.
Format: Prose, but we can action if you guys want! Whatever works bros.
Summary: Minato is such a lucky guy to have such wonderful roomies.
Warnings: Language, idk what else. WE SHALL SEE.

After falling down a flight of stairs with an unconscious Sollux in tow, Karkat could only assume he'd knocked himself out on the landing. Even worse, when he finally woke up, he couldn't move. Had he managed to fucking paralyze himself in the fall? Because that would be just wonderful.

Wait, no. After those dreadful minutes of sleep paralysis, his eyelids finally obeyed him enough to open and reveal--SURPRISE--a gray ceiling. He sat up slowly hands digging into the soft padded thing he was laying on. What the hell was he doing on a human bed? A glance to the rest of the room assured him that he wasn't alone, if the sound of breathing hadn't already given that away.

This wasn't the troll's hideout on the Veil. Things were too clean, too tidy. No random piles of useless shit as far as he could see. There hadn't been a room like this, either, not that he remembered.

So, where was this? Did Jack arrive and stick them in some random place instead of kill them? Seemed highly unlikely, considering the bastard's glee for killing.

"Fuck, does this mean I'm dead?" He looked at his hands, as if they held the answer to his questions, unsurprisingly finding no such thing.

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Prussia looked over at the other guy in his room, raising an eyebrow at how unaffected the guy seemed to be by their current progression of events.

"Are you stoned or something?"

... Excuse me? Did this guy really just say that? Minato blinks once or twice before replying with an even tone.

"No, I'm not."

He didn't take those kinds of drugs. In fact, he was just a very relaxed person at best. That was just how he was. A leader was like that. Ignoring Prussia's rudeness, he goes on to add something.

"You might want to check your things for two letters. Apparently we've been saved or something."

He doesn't buy it, but hey, you know.

Gilbert took a moment pulling open the two letters and scanning them quickly with crimson eyes before snorting. "Bit late on that, I was dissolved nearly 60 years ago you'd think they would've notified me in a bit more of a timely fashion the asses." he grumbled to himself.

"I call bullshit of being so called saved, if we were saved I wouldn't be rooming with three other dudes."

... Dissolved? This confused Minato somewhat. This man was talking as though something had happened to him prior to this by sixty years, but he didn't look all that old. Perhaps he wasn't a normal human? It was certainly possible.

"... The arrangements weren't any of our choices. I only arrived here a few days ago, myself."

He supposes he'll save asking what this man meant by that for later. Sometimes it was best not to let one's curiosity get the better of them.

"I doubt they would have notified us for something like this. It is technically against our will."

"Yea, 'against our will' is becoming a common phrase to me. Just the fact that I'm wearing a collar pisses me off. I'm not a fucking pet, I'm a goddamn empire!" Tugs a bit more on the collar, trying to get it off, more or less rolling around on his bed.

"This just proves that I'm in purgatory, fucking knew Southern Italy cursed me. Fucking little catholic." Grumbling away to himself as he tugs on the collar before giving up once his neck started to hurt.

"This is bullshit."

... Empire? Well, maybe changing the subject somewhat would be for the best. Especially away from their... ah, arrangements. Minato didn't want to dwell on the collars particularly, either, as they reminded him of a lot of horrible experiments he'd tried to suppress. The memories were definitely threatening him with the thought of these collars and being stuck in this tower.

He didn't want to... dwell on it. So he turns to look at Prussia properly, removing a headphone quietly.

"I... doubt you've been cursed. I'm here as well, and so are they," he says, quietly motioning to Karkat and Dave. He doubted it had anything to do with this man's luck or a curse as to why they were here. In fact, he heavily suspected this was a well thought-out kidnapping.

"... My name is Minato, by the way. I didn't catch yours."

"Tch, I'm Prussia, human name is Gilbert Weillschmidt." he grumbled and sat up on his bed, looking around before settling on a loud cheeping noise coming from the trunk at the end of his bed.

"Shit, gilbird!" he scrambled over the end of his bed, pulling the trunk open before scooping the fuzzy yellow chick into his hands. "How did you get in there?" he pet the little bird before settling it in his hair and looking back at Minato.

"Well, we're here, anyone know what there is to do?"

Minato watches this occur with a mild amount of honest curiosity. So he had a pet. ... This man had just claimed--no, outright stated, in fact, that he was a piece of land, as if it were glaringly obvious? Well, not wanting to dwell on how odd he found this topic, Minato decided that now that they knew one another and if they were going to be roommates, he might as well get to know this person. And that would start with continuing to speak with them, he supposed.

What could it hurt?

"... There's a large library and a maze, but it's full of dangerous animals from what I've gathered. They seem to also ask some of us to do jobs for them here, but they're very demanding and dangerous. As far as I'm aware, we'll probably have to make our own entertainment."

It was simple fact at this point that he was an easily pleased person. He'd been spending a lot of time in the library and talking to others, as well as generally people-watching, so it wasn't hard for him to be placated as well as pick up information.

"Fun." Gilbert grumbled but was too distracted by digging around in his trunk for what he hand in there. A moment later he stood up with a large hat with a proud red and while series of plumes coming off the back of it.
"Awesome, I have my old uniforms!" Any previous discussion was ignored after that as he dug around for his treasures. Which mostly consisted of alcohol and weapons.

Minato isn't really bothered. He'll let the conversation go as it will, after all. Interruption was never particularly his style, and that seemed to make Gilbert happy, didn't it? He had no reason to interject.

Though he is, admittedly, curious as to what sort of history Prussia had. Though he wasn't sure if now was the proper time to ask about it.

"They were able to give us some of our things on short notice, it would seem."

It was better than nothing, since he would have admittedly been bothered had he not had his Evoker and things.

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