towerofanimus | File 001. Why save a rookie?

Characters: Ronald and YOU LOT
Setting: Room 3-02 if you wish or the cafeteria!
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: A reaper falls out of bed and rambles about how he's been jipped.
Warnings: Nada! Fairly clean, all things considered but he may try to chat you up should you be a pretty young thing.

[ He's had better wake up calls from his alarm clock back home. Unlike those, however, this one causes his eyes to jerk open. Something wasn't right. Of course, there's the ensuing panic that sets in when he finds himself in the hold of sleep paralysis. Mentally, he's straining to get free, trying to will his limbs to move. This is worse seeing as no one's ever had a hold on a reaper like this before. But before he can even try to summon his death scythe, it's all over. That one burst of energy he called upon to release him renders him crashed out of bed and on the floor.

However, should you be fortunate enough to miss that cry of panic and the ensuing "Bloody hell, that hurt.", you would find him in the cafeteria. Here, he looks to be an absolute mess: poking at his oatmeal occasionally with a spoon while he mulls over the letter, free hand passing through his own hair to brush it out of his face. If you would chance upon him here, he'd be muttering away as he looks the information given over. ]

--World has been destroyed? That's a load of bollocks. You would have thought we'd be given a heads up as to when it's gonna be destroyed. Big number of deaths like that, there wasn't even anything on the To Die list. We've been bloody diddled if I'm supposed to believe th--

[ And a face as he takes a spoonfull of that... slop. ]

What in blazes is this stuff?!

[ Sliding bowl away. No me gusta.
Dare to bother a reaper his first day in? Ask about his ramblings? Make him eat? ]

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Kind of puts you on edge, that. First we're told our worlds are destroyed and they're just bringing people in here without so much as a by-your-leave.

[ Crossing legs and tracing lazy circles in his sludge. ]

Load of bollocks if you ask me. Heard of any news from outside? Like... if it's all really gone?

[Richtofen shrugs, looking rather disinterested in the whole thing. He'd been through so many crazy things in his lifetime that the prospect of his world being gone really wasn't surprising. He'd prefer if it wasn't, but if it was, he supposed he might as well make the best of this place instead of brooding about it.]

Nein, I haven't. I don't think anybody even knows if there is an outside of this place. But...

[He tilts his head back, thinking about one of the floors in the tower.]

If you'd like, you can go to the... What is it? Fifth floor, I think? If you look through the little viewing stations they have there... Well, I saw my world looking quite thoroughly destroyed. [There's a chance it was just very detailed projection, though, so he remains unconvinced.]

I'm not sure if it'll look any different to you.

[ Even more of a frown. Maybe he should take a look, maybe he shouldn't. If anything, it makes him eye his oatmeal a moment more, taking another thoughtful nibble. ]

Yeah... Could do that later when I'm done with this. Take a dekko for myself.

[Richtofen stares at the boy for a moment more. He appears lost in thought, and for a second, it almost seems like he's going to say something insightful. But he shuts his mouth before he can, simply giving a lazy shrug of his shoulders.]

Whether it's the truth or not, you might as well learn to live with it. [He half-scoffs, half-laughs.] There isn't much we can do to get out, that's what they say.

S'not like they're planning to keep us here forever, you know. I mean... they've got to let us get back there sometime.

[ Slight frown though as he takes another spoonful. ]

Still not buying the whole "worlds getting destroyed" bit, I'm afraid.

Heh. [Richtofen shrugs.] That's good. At least you don't blindly accept whatever they tell you.

[He tugs at his gloves, pulling them tighter over his hands. It's an idle motion that he does without thinking, probably because he doesn't like to sit still for long.]

Ah, but, I wouldn't be surprised if my world really was gone. [He chuckles almost sheepishly.] It would probably be my fault, too. Oh well. At least they saved the one person who mattered.

[Just call him Doctor Ego.]

Course not. Not without proper proof, you know. We prolly would've heard something about it anyway.

[ Small sigh as he moves to stir his oats. ]

Bet they're having a bit of a tizzy up in managerial right now about this whole... worlds being destroyed bit.

[ But he straightens up afterward. ]

You? What'd you do?

[Richtofen has no clue what to say about the "managerial" bit - managers of what, doomsday? - so he concentrates on answering Ronald's question.]

I work with some rather... unstable things. [How best to put this without going into too much detail?] To make a long story short, if I accidentally did something to the fabric of space-time that resulted in a world or two disappearing, it wouldn't shock me much.

[He stops to think for a moment, a frown on his face. He rests his chin on his fist.]

I don't think one-fifteen could have done something like that, but I can't be sure... It certainly warrants further investigation.

One-fifteen?

[ And the smallest look of confusion but just the smallest. He doesn't know if he should ask or if it would just be better to let it go but oh well. ]

...looks like you've got a bit of a hold on this whole world-disappearing bit then.

You really think you're the one responsible? I mean, it's prolly not just one or two worlds... looks like there are at least a couple of dozen by the way people are looking.

Ja, element one-fifteen. It can do a great many things, and I'm not sure just how stable it really is. Bending the fabric of space-time has the potential to get very messy.

[He cocks his head to the side and looks up toward the ceiling.]

For the other worlds, I can't say. Perhaps they messed up in a different manner. But until I hear otherwise, it's worth thinking over, as far as my world is concerned.

[ The thing with the element goes right over his head. All that talk of science and bending space-time was better left to the blokes over in R-n-D as far as he was concerned.

Though he nods at the second bit. He may have a faint idea as to what ended his world but if it was true, well, he wasn't certain. ]

Definitely something to think about, yeah.

[ Another spoon of oatmeal. ]

Ah, sorry! Am I keeping you from being anywhere? Here I go yakking your ear off with all this theorizing and I don't think I've introduced myself yet.

[ Setting the bowl down and offering a hand for a handshake. ]

I'm Ronald. And you are...?

[Richtofen regards Ronald's hand with a cautious look, as if deciding whether or not he wants to take it.]

I have nowhere to go, I suppose.

[He seems to decide touching Ronald won't kill him, and gives him a brief, business-like handshake.]

I'm Doctor Richtofen.

[ And have a grin for having returned his handshake so readily. He's all about making friends, this one. Besides, gloves keep things sanitary, doc. ]

A doctor, eh? Well, pleased to meet you, doctor. Maybe we'll see each other around sometime.

Ja, maybe.

[Richtofen sits up and stretches. He glances down at the bowl of oatmeal and gives a small smile of his own.]

Well then! Enjoy your oatmeal, child.

[There's a hint of a sort of sadistic glee in his voice. They have a word for it in Richtofen's language. Schadenfreude, it's called.]

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