towerofanimus | First stitch; entry

Characters: Claude Faustus
Setting: Starting in Room 3-16, possibly the libraries (19 or 3)
Format: I'll follow you!
Summary: To add to the string of newcomers, a spider demon has come to the tower. Of course, it might take a bit longer for one to get that out of him.
Warnings:Nada. Just Claude being Claude.

Room 3-16
[ He takes his awakening easy enough. More than most, truth be told. There is simply no panic, no reaction whatsoever save for the barest glance over to the letter. This too is read without much of a reaction. Except for the barest hint of a frown. Clearly, it unnerved him if only by the slightest. But then the paper is easily folded away and set aside.

However, were you to chance upon him much later, you would probably catch him doing something quite unusual. On his bed are gold plated knives and forks. All of them seem to be common tableware save for the fact that they're shiny and gold and carry a rather particular family crest at the tip of the handle. He's seated nearby, polishing them all to a flawless sheen. ]

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Libraries:
[ This would have him rather busy: bustling about here and there as he begins to thumb through several volumes here and there. His selections seem random at the most; art, literature, cooking, science. The science volumes make the slightest frown come to his features however and those are quickly reshelved before he moves on to something else. However, he seems pay attention to books on crocheting for some particular reason.

But above anything, he seems more on a hunt for information though. ]

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[Ryu muses for a moment, but nods.]

Yes, there's clearly a lot more going on here than we're seeing. What we see even just up front doesn't instill a lot of faith in their truthfulness. Then I hear about creatures roaming around this place, and death games...

[He furrows his brow.]

A friend of mine... Hidari Shoutarou... He's here, and yet the time he remembers coming from is months before the last thing I remember. Beyond that, he says he was apparently sent back to a ruined version of our world before being pulled back here yet again.

Even in spite of that, he doesn't seem entirely convinced, I don't think.

[ He takes all this in quietly, almost as if he's just taking mental notes. And perhaps he is. Claude was always a demon of details. And details, he found, were essential when it came to building a web in a new location. ]

Interesting.

[ And he muses on this a moment more, continuing his careful polishing. ]

I'm afraid I've yet to hear of the creatures or the... death games... as you so plainly put them.

I haven't found out much more information than that, myself.

Nor how difficult such things will be to fend off.

[ There was a pause now as he continued to polish his knives, turning one this way and that to check its shine. ]

It would be a rather obvious advantage were one to explore the tower armed, as it were. There certainly can be no telling as to what awaits us.

[Ryu observes him closely as he speaks, taking in the words. He certainly seems that this guy, at the very least, has his wits about him. In terms of just surviving this is a good thing, he figures.]

Right.

I've got that covered well enough.

You?

[ There is a momentary glance back at Ryu a moment before he takes two of the knives he's polished and throws them at the wall.

Despite the fact they seem to be ordinary butter knives, they've managed to embed themselves in rather deep. If this is due to the knives or the demon's strength, who knows really? But that should be enough of an answer to the question of him being armed.

Showing is better than telling, of course. ]

[Ryu's eyes go straight up, surprise evident on even his normally stoic expression.

Impressed a bit, the corner of his mouth starts to almost curve up in a smirk, but it's only there for a fraction of a second.]

Good.

The more people that can fend for themselves, the better.

[As a mental note, he should probably get an idea of the sorts of people who COULDN'T fend for themselves here. If only to see who needed to be looked out for.]

[ There isn't a single change of impression on his face as he gets up to retrieve the knives and re-polish them. Showing was indeed better than telling considering what he armed himself with seemed like nothing more than cutlery.

Mortal men have underestimated more. ]

Certainly so.

[ Taking a moment to look at one knife in the light before setting it back down. His eyes glance slightly back at Ryu a moment. ]

Would I be correct in assuming you've seen the Tower for yourself?

[ Because really. First thing he did was read the letter then polish his knives. ]

Parts of it.

Heard enough comments from others to infer that this is most certainly not the safe haven they want us to wake with the impression of.

Not even close.

[ Certainly, he'd felt it. There was a particular... heaviness in the air. It was the sort most clairvoyant humans associated with his kind. Though he hadn't gone exploring yet, Claude made up his mind to try and find the source of this heaviness. ]

Certainly not. It appears there could be far more than what they've allowed us to see.

[ But allow him to scoff a moment. Humans. Always thinking themselves so powerful. ]

That there is.

Which is precisely what I'm looking to find out.

[Certainly, he's not the first person to think such a thing and he realizes it. But he's completely serious all the same.]

And where do you plan to start?

[ Because there's way too much, he figures. This is a big-ass tower anyway. ]

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