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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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I'm guessing you're involved with the Organization.
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His question, however, makes her pause, biting her lip. She... really didn't know about her loyalties anymore. She'd stayed for her friends, mainly. Here, Roxas didn't even remember the Organization, and she'd never broached the topic with Axel. Being here in the Tower complicated things further. Did it even matter, anymore? If Saix or Xigbar or Xemnas came here, what would she do? She didn't trust them, especially not Xemnas, but still...
There's a long silence before she finally answers.]
I was.
[Is she now? ... she... honestly doesn't know. She doesn't feel like it, but...]
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[He folded his arms, looking down at her with an expression that could be described as thoughtful in Leonic sign language. That made a lot more sense. She didn't seem like a die-hard member of the Organization... and if she really was, well, he still had Revolver strapped to his belt.]
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He is correct though on one count. She is not a die-hard member.
After a long silence, she looks up, her voice hesitant.]
Who are you?
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[No title or affiliations here. Given... well, all that had gone into their conversation thus far. The name Hollow Bastion rings a bell, though.]
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[He repeats it thoughtfully. Is that an X in there? Sounds like it. Well, if she got mixed up with the Organization's affairs, it would make sense that they renamed her like (he assumed) they renamed everyone else.]
[And now, time to get some good stuff: facts.]
How long have you been here?
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Around... two and a half months, I think.
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No one's been here very long, huh. [It's not posed as a question.]
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I'm not sure. I haven't really asked...
[She pauses]
Some of my friends have been here longer than me, though.
[Riku and Namine, and Roxas and Ven, for example, though she isn't sure how long that was. They'd been here when she'd just arrived though.]
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[An observation he made many years ago. He had none of his friends around, but while he did, the obstacles were easier faced together. Leon looks to the side, struck with the thought of the others; Yuffie, Aerith, Cid. Sora, Donald, Goofy. Cloud. What happened to them? Were they eaten up like the rest of the world?]
[If Xion's friends arrived before her, though, then... maybe they were coming in the future. He'd just have to wait and hope.]
[Waiting and hoping were two of Leon's least favorite things to do.]
...Mind if I sit?
[Even he could tell that it was getting awkward standing around and speaking with her.]