towerofanimus

Entry tags:

Dos

Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Fourth Floor.
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: Spain comes back after being unfortunately brought away to 'visit' her home.
Warnings: TBA

It was downright horrible.

She didn't want to believe her captors when they said her world was gone, but the truth was laid bare to her when she was somehow brought back to her world without her knowledge.

It was exactly as they said; her entire home has turned into a complete wasteland, devoid of life. She could not feel her people, and the land was dead in her heart. But yet, how could she be sustained? It must have been some sort of magic her captors pulled on her, and she touched the collar on her neck instinctively.

Sí, this must be what's keeping her alive. This strange contraption.

Back at the tower, she curls up on one of the couches on the fourth floor, looking forlornly out of the window.

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Mmm. So by using this and the things he already knew, it seemed that there was in fact two worlds which seem to be the same -- except, in one, there exists people who are essentially personifications of the settlements they inhabit. Or, of course, they are from the same world (Earth, as far as he knew), and the other person he had spoken to (Romeo) just hadn't met them.

This is absolutely fascinating.

"...Your world... is it called Earth?"

"Sí." She lifted a hand and drew an imaginary circle with a finger.

"Draw a circle, and there's the Earth," she hummed softly, remembering a tune she once heard before. "Though... there is no more Earth. Just this tower..."

He nodded quietly. And just as he went to thank her, she began humming, a nonsensical little tune about drawing the Earth. It seemed that she had broken out of her depression, momentarily at least... Ienzo felt himself relieved that he hadn't done anything to make her condition even worse. (Knowing him, that could have happened very, very easily.)

"Thank you, Spain," he said thoughtfully, mind already halfway working on future things. "You have been a great help."

"What is your name, chico?" she asked, suddenly realising how rather rude she had been, not asking for a name and leaving the poor boy standing while she's sitting comfortably on the couch. "Lo siento, for being like this on our first meeting."

"It's fine," he said quietly, if a little too quickly. The other part of his answer took significantly longer to arrive. "...My name is Ienzo."

"Ienzo, it was... pleasant conversing with you." She petted the empty space beside her. "Sit with me, por favor?"

He couldn't help but frown at her statement. Why the pause between words? Regardless, she had asked him to sit down, and he did so, though slightly farther away from her than she had invited him to. Physical contact did not bode well for him.

Spain continued to smile. "I don't suppose it is too much to ask for you to keep a lady company, Ienzo?"

"N-no, of course not. I... no." Apparently the sentence he started had become one of the many that died halfway out his mouth, brought to an awkward (and in his opinion extremely stupid) conclusion.

Oh, of course. Ienzo was the type of boy who was awkward around people, females especially. Why didn't she recognise that from the beginning? Damn, Spain, you have got to get a grip.

"You don't have to, actually. I was feeling lonely."

"...I see," he said. Loneliness had never upset him, but he didn't move. "...Well... at least you've calmed down..."

Obvious statement is obvious. Loser.

"A little, actually." She smoothed her skirt, looking out the window again. "But if you're not staying, then I'll leave you to your business."

"No... I'm not leaving..." He considered adding and I honestly don't have anything better to do, but rejected that thought soon after, for numerous reasons. One of them being that he really did have something better to do -- namely, understanding what in the worlds was going on with this tower anyway. He now knew that a world had in fact been destroyed, supposedly as the owners of this place had promised... but still no word of what.

He reminded himself once again to interrogate her further at a later time. Bringing it up now would not be good at all. "...Spain, how long have you been here?" he asked instead.

Spain gave him a wry smile, her head tilted slightly as she counted on her fingers the number of days she remembered spending here.

"I would say... about a few weeks," she answered after a pause, counting down on her fingers. "If you added the time I was away, I would say two months?"

...wow, that was a long time. Spain surprised herself by how much she remembered, and the people she met along the way.

Ienzo decided to ignore the fact that a grown woman needed to count on her fingers. (More than a grown woman, actually -- who knew how long she had been living as a country?) Instead, he was having Fun With Mental Math. If Spain's estimate was correct, it would seem that the two of them had been here for about the same period of time... which got him absolutely nowhere. Awesome.

"It's understandable if you can't answer this question," he said after a pause, "but... who do you know in this castle that has been around the longest?" If he could find the person who had been living in this tower for the longest time, then he could possibly get an estimate of how long this place had been taking people from their worlds, and maybe even when the worlds had been destroyed in the first place.

She took another long while to think about Ienzo's question. True, she was perhaps one of the first few people here, but she didn't exactly know who run the place, aside from that scheduled meeting with the personnel in charge that time.

"Lo siento, but I don't know," was her honest reply as she shook her head. "Might be the people in charge of the tower, but even they are keeping their secrets."

Ienzo's only reply to this was a nod. Otherwise, all he did was sit back and think. From reading archives on the Network he at least knew the names of the four known individuals who 'run' the tower, but having never interacted with them directly and having not been present to attend the 'meeting' they had apparently hosted (shortly before he arrived)... well, Ienzo couldn't help but think that he was at a disadvantage here. Even if they were as tight-lipped in person as he had come to expect of them (from the little network shenanigans they had pulled to cut off the youngest owner's communications).

He did nothing other than this. Because he is obviously a very well-balanced young man and is completely knowledgeable and at ease in a social environment.

Silence was good, for the situation right now. Spain sighed to herself and continued looking out of the window. Ienzo was probably thinking of some way to get them out; he seemed to be a very intelligent kid, if the questions he asked Spain was any indication.

Why yes, Ienzo was by this point trying to figure out some way to get them out -- but unfortunately he wasn't having very much success. The one thought that kept coming to him was that he just didn't have enough information. Of course he didn't. No one in this blasted tower did. Right now, really all he was doing was stalling for time; trying to get some background to catch up with what others had already saw. It wasn't as if he had discovered anything new. If they had time before he had come here (which they probably did) to figure things out, and they still hadn't, well... what hope did he have?

(His expression had darkened considerably, now hovering quite a bit closer to a scowl.)

Spain noticed his scowl, tilting her head slightly.

"Is there any way I could help, Ieño?"

Because she didn't really like seeing young boys like Ienzo having a bad expression on his face.

"...Hm?" He blinked suddenly and looked up at her, having been startled out of his brainstorming session. "Ah... well..." How could he word this? Argh. "...I... well, there is obviously a lot of information being withheld from us, pertaining to the exact nature of this tower... I haven't been able to find any true... breakthroughs." Awkward explanation is awkward.

"So you've been asking around. Everyone who is being held here in the tower."

That pretty much explained his many questions for her, and the way he handled her answers; Ienzo was someone intelligent for his age, which didn't strike Spain as weird. Of course, intelligent boys meant that he had a good education, and that was something Spain always wanted to see in children.

He nodded. Being without an idea of where he is was a completely unfathomable idea to the boy, but when it finally did happen, instead of huddling around in a corner he was attempting to figure out what was going on. Because really. He was sure that there was something he had missed, something that could make all of this fall into place. (It didn't help that the raspy voice of his caretaker, Even, was ringing inside his head: "Think, foolish boy! You are practically staring the answer in the face -- why can't you see it?!")

"Ah, alright then. I'll leave you to your thinking, Ieño."

Because he seemed to be needing the quiet to think, Spain supposed. She wouldn't be much help if she's talking and distracting his train of thought.

"...Spain." He had been quiet for maybe a minute before this, but it seemed that now he was willing to go out on something of a limb. "...You... what do you think these collars are for...?" He tapped the orange one around his own neck.

Because really, there was no apparent use for them -- nothing was sorted by collar color as far as he could see. So there had to be a use. Trouble is, he can't find it.

OOC: Hurr hurr this is probably the closest anyone will ever see him get to excited.

Oh Ienzo. /pinches cheeks

OOC: OH THANKS SPAIN, now I'm going to singing that all day ><

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OOC: Trololol post fail.

ooc: notifs are becoming assbutts. :<

OOC: Bad notifs! Bad!

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OOC: Hmm. Is this backdated or should we have the power go out?

ooc: backdated I suppose.

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