towerofanimus | first wing

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first wing

Characters: Leon, the gentlemen of room 3-08 (possibly), and YOU.
Setting: Room 3-08 and the caf.
Format: Either or.
Summary: "Oh no, where am I, woe is me"
Warnings: None.

Room 3-08
Leon liked waking up in his own room, wherever it happened to be at the time. It was a good feeling to know that nothing had happened during the night, or at least nothing that immediately affected his body. Unfortunately, he had never considered this feeling until today, which was the second day in his life when he didn't wake up in his own room. Immediately he rolled over and looked around. It was obvious that he wasn't in his clothes anymore; it was some kind of bodysuit, judging from the odd feeling on his skin. Something was choking around his neck, not hanging like the Griever was; a collar of some kind. There were three beds in the room besides his, and some of them were filled with strangers. Maybe they were sleeping; he really only skimmed over them, because of the more immediate presence of a letter sitting on the bedside table, with his name -- his real one -- printed on the front.

Leon reached over and opened it, reading the first letter inside; with any luck, they would provide an explanation as to why he's woken up in this circumstance; it's already put him in a bad mood. Apparently, it wasn't bad enough, because upon reading the words 'world' and 'destroyed'...

"What?!"

Cafeteria
After that little incident ended, Leon pulled on his clothes and decided to start exploring. It soon became apparent that this place was a tower, if the elevator he found was to be believed; it only stopped at a few floors, but the first one was also the first (presumably the ground floor), which was as good a place to start as anywhere else.

So now the Tower at large will be presented with one irritable, awfully strong man, sitting at one of the tables and ripping at a roll while he continues to look over the letters. (The fact that he even has them should tip off anyone else that he's a newcomer who neglected to eat his oatmeal.) He was onto the second one now; it mentioned that the first floor was the cafeteria, which was a little useless now that he'd already figured it out, but the other things -- rooming? Network? Jobs? -- were definitely new. This letter spoke as if life in this tower was going to last for a while... yeah, not if he had anything to say about it.

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Well then.

Leon heard a heavily-accented voice (though he couldn't figure out for the life of him what it was) call him from somewhere nearby, and turned to find a woman with green skin and a pair of tusks. He wasn't that surprised, considering he had seen some pretty diverse people living in Traverse Town, though he had never seen anyone quite like her before.

"Fell asleep. Woke up here. Should it be anything different?"

"Short n' to da point huh? I guess I be takin' dat as an answer." Xue grinned and shook her head amused.

"Guessin' joo be da silent an' broody type?" She'd seen enough of those in her lifetime. They were always fun to tease when they weren't completely emotionless.

"None of your business." This is silent-and-broody code for 'Yes, you're exactly right'. It's not exactly hard to tell, is it?

Xue smirked and shook her head, "Peg ya right eh mon?"

Leaning forward and resting her head on a hand she raised an amused brow, "But really, don' be tellin' me joo gonna be actin' dat way when ya seem ta have jus' arrived in a strange an' dangerous place with no allies an' ya gonna be brushin' off potential help mon."

Predictably, he offered no response to the first question.

The second, however, actually got a reaction out of him. "If I need allies, I'll be sure to make you the first one I ask." If he hasn't died by now, it means that he can probably at least handle himself in this place; he doesn't even know how long he'll stay. Despite the dry tone, though, he was completely serious; she was right, and even if she wasn't the first person he asks, it's still handy to have people like that around.

"I'll be takin' dat as a promise den," she said with a playful smile.

Getting up and stretching, the trolless made her way over and sat across from him, offering a simple salute, "Name's Xue'Kol, even wit da circumstances, pleasure ta meet ya mon."

He seemed the traveled type, maybe someone who had seen much in his life. But that was fine, Xue was more than used to his types and enjoyed their company, specially during troubled times.

They might be gruff and cold at times, but you can count on them to give it their all and they can be surprisingly good allies, even loyal friends.

"Leon." He flicked his hand.

What? He didn't know any salutes.

He looked the troll over then. White hair, green skin; certainly not familiar from sight, but maybe he's heard of her kind through word of mouth. "What world are you from?"

"Leon, hm, jood fit right in wit da alliance mon." she mused with a cheery grin.

At the latter question she tilted her head to rest unto her hand before continuing. "I be from a rock called Azeroth. Nice place even when it be undah world endin' threats on continuous occasion mon."

Xue had to laugh at how ridiculous that must sound to some people. But it was what it was.

Alliance? Hm. Evidently she had one of those back on her own planet. He supposed he had his own little 'alliance', even if it consisted of no more than ten people, tops. Unfortunately, as far as he could tell, none of them were here. But who knew?

Her joke about the world-ending threats actually caused him to draw his expression even tighter. Worlds ending were kind of a touchy subject with him. "Did anything ever come of it? Before now?"

"Naw mon, Azerothians have a knack ta push back da end of time clock somehow, even when so many be fightin' each otha while da threat be right at their doorstep."

She shrugged and let out a small sigh. "Dis one... dis one was weird cause I can't be sayin' I saw it comin'... Dat's why I still be a bit wary 'bout da whole ting yanno?"

Leon nodded, listening to her story thoughtfully. "I thought the same thing. Worlds don't fall to Darkness overnight." He had gotten himself all riled up over the Network earlier, saying this exact same thing. Though he doesn't want to fall into denial, that fact (combined with the one that he had put so much time and effort into rebuilding his world the last time it was destroyed) placed him in a situation similar to Xue's.

"But considarin' da fact dat we got no intel, yet, not much we can be doin' but livin' erryday in da new place. Dat includes followin' along fer now mon."

She paused and shrugged. "Until we can be findin' a bit more 'bout dis towah."

"There has to be some way we can figure out what's going on here." For then, yes, she was right; there wasn't much they could do with the state of affairs the Tower was currently in. But if they just kept sitting around waiting for someone else to make the important discovery, then it would never be made, and they would never get back to their worlds. --Or a world, anyway. Surely they weren't all gone.

"Well, I be explorin' some of da floors... It can be tricky ta search em, but some'a dem ain't too bad. I be suggestin' joo take someone wit joo if ya be plannin' ta search for clues. Sum o' dem floors mon... Dey gimme the spooks and I have been dealin' with crazed gods and world ending close calls fer nearly all me life mon."

It really did take a great deal to make the assassin feel uncomfortable and some of the floors in the tower did just that and more. Call it self-preservation instinct.

"I guess your life has been... eventful." More so than his. He spent the first sixteen years of his life cooped up in the same building and glaring at people, though he could never remember why. And then afterward, of course, it was fleeing to Traverse Town and living in shitty hotels all the time -- or nowhere at all. Despite this, he noted her warning.

Xue shrugged, "Eh, dat be life in Azeroth mon."

Couldn't explain it better than that really. If it wasn't crazed gods it was horde of undead, or bugs, if it wasn't that, it was some crazy cult summoning crazy powers, or the Legion knocking on the door.

"And you kept up against all of that, huh?" Leon leaned his head on one hand, looking at the green-skinned creature with his 'thoughtful' stoic death stare. This woman, Xue. She did a lot better than he did, anyway. She kept her home safe from every force that came her way, whereas he could only run away from them... and even she lost her world to the Darkness, or whatever had taken them. Or, at the very least, she was abducted from it. By all definitions she should have been able to succeed where he failed, so... why were they in this position together?

It was one of those annoying philosophical questions that hit him around the head every so often. Like the others, he had the feeling that this one was going to bug him for a while.

" 'ey, ya gotta do wat ya gotta do yanno? Eitha dat or lay down an' wait fer da end." She pointed at herself and grinned. "I ain't dat type a gal tho. It be victory or death fer me. I be tryin' till da end. But I be guessin' dis was da end as far as mah world be concerned."

She gave a light shrug and ate some more of the slop called 'oatmeal'.

Leon frowned, his tone suddenly taking on more urgency. As a matter of fact, it almost sounded like anger. "How could you be so lackadaisical about it?" If she had spent so much time working to defend her world, why was she just... shrugging when she lost?

Xue looked at him and raised a brow. "And wat should I be doin' mon? Cryin', bein' pissy ovah it, cursin', tossin' a fit? None of it will be bringin' mah world back. I be confident dat I did all dat I could mon, dat it still wasn' enuff is someting I can't be helpin'. Movin' forward be da best honor I can do fer dose dat died when I be survivin'. Carryin' on der memories wit me fer as long as I be livin'."

"No." Believe you me, he has done a lot of that in his lifetime, but that wasn't what he was getting at. "It is something you can help. You can bring worlds back from the dead, and you can take down whoever brought you to this place!" ...Yeah, maybe he is a little overly invested, why do you ask?

"Judging from da current standpoint, der be nothin' joo or anyone else can do jus' yet mon. Gettin' frustrated ovah it won't be helpin' none. Right now all we can be doin' is gatherin' info and playin' along until we can do somethin'." She sighed and shook her head.

"Only fools be rushin' into someting like dis headfirst without thinkin' tings through mon."

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