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towerofanimus2012-04-22 11:09 pm
traverses) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-22 11:09 pm
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.
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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You're Riku?
[If it was Riku, then that would put him a fair bit more at ease -- though not completely. They'd just need to see how that happened.]
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Ah...
[Yeah... one-word-answers (or in this case just one-noise?). Hope you don't mind that, Leon.]
...I assume, you just arrived?
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That's right.
[Which would mean that Riku here has been around for a while. Interesting... his description didn't quite fit what Sora said back then, but they were supposed to be the same age, and Riku looked a lot older now. Pushing twenty, possibly. So it could just be the age difference, and what happened in between those years.]
[Leon is the age-guessing master. It is him.]
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If Riku had any idea of Leon's estimation of his age, he would be amused... but certainly not bother to correct him. Because yeah... almost twenty is maybe pushing it, considering that it's been barely a month since he's turned seventeen. He'll eventually have to spill beans about how much time has passed for him since and he trusts that Leon can do the math by himself.
He considers a moment, before just sitting down at the table, right across from Leon. Might as well fill him in about the place and it's dangers, huh?]
Anyone given you a run-down on this tower yet?
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There are people who run this place. Three men, a boy, and a girl. They put us through experiments on a regular basis. No one's escaped yet. The place defies physics and hates informing us of anything that's going on.
[Hero of Deadpan, Squall Leonhart.]
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[He nods, arms crossing as he leans back in his seat.]
They also have two rather... distinct habits when it comes to the people they trap here. For one, while they might take people from the same world, they are often from rather different points in the time line.
For another... they sometimes take people from alternate versions of the worlds. So... don't be surprised, if you run into someone twice.
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Riku just shrugs. He thinks he remembers one of the locals mentioning that the tower was leaning towards technology for one short moment on the Network, but honestly... it might sound like a paradox, but both are surprisingly compatible.] Probably. The locals aren't exactly chatty about it.
[Even that one comment hadn't been up for more than a few minutes.]
...There are two Soras here. It's likely that neither of them will have any idea about who you are.