towerofanimus | 001 * Arrival

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001 * Arrival

Characters: Vicente and open
Setting: Dorm, then cafeteria
Format: Action, but will follow your format
Summary: A Dark Brother finds himself in a very strange place. Confusion ensues.
Warnings: Possible talk of murder for now.

[After one of his usual nightmares, Vicente awakens. But instead of the dark stone walls of the Sanctuary, he sees something quite different.

Confused, the vampire sits up and looks at his surroundings. This is definately not the Sanctuary. And what in Oblivion is he wearing?

He sees the note on the bedside table and reads it. It speaks of how his world has been destroyed.]

If this is someone's idea of a joke, it is not a very funny one.

[He gets out of bed and looks around, spying the trunk. He opens it and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees his familiar dark clothing. Nobody is around, so he changes out of the white and into his own clothes. That's better. He searches through the trunk, but alas does not see his claymore.

It's only when he puts his necklace on that he realizes there's something around his neck. He searches for a mirror to look at himself and sees the collar filled with green liquid. He tries to pull it off, but the thing's on tight. Very well, he'll find a way to remove it later.

Might as well explore. He takes a careful peek outside, making sure there's no sunlight getting in, and then steps out and begins walking around.]

[He was directed here by a fellow prisoner when asked where he may obtain a meal.

Is he suppossed to eat this? The least they could do is put nutmeg or fruit in it. Well, hopefully it will be less lethal than Antionetta's cooking experiments.]

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You are to eat it, yes.

[ His reluctance to eat his oatmeal has been noticed by one (1) viera. ]

[His red eyes shift to the rabbit-eared woman, then back to the oatmeal.]

What gormet cuisine.

[He takes a delicate spoonful, but gives no more reaction than a quiet sound of distaste.]

The menu for this month is not any better.

It cannot be any worse than what my little sister cooks.

[He grudingly takes another spoonful.]

Forgive my ignorance, but I don't believe I have seen one of your race before.

[ Her head tilts in curiosity, an invitation for him to expand if he wished. ]

I am known as a viera -- my name, however, is Fran.

Ah. [Some combination of mer and beast race perhaps? The eyes and body suggest mer, but the ears suggest beast.]

I have never heard of viera.

[ You and a whole lotta other people, buddy, if the reactions to her appearance were anything to go by. ]

You are not from Ivalice. It is unsurprising.

I am not.

[Either it's a continent he's never heard of or one of these "alternate worlds" he's been hearing about.]

It had been a long time since Lucien had seen a familiar face, and there was no mistaking Vicente's sunken features and pale skin.

His first reaction was disbelief, after all, hadn't he ordered the Purification of the Sanctuary? Or could it be possible his Silencer had failed in his duties and let the others live? True, it was entirely possible, he had been preoccupied with other matters.

The second reaction was one of a small sense of relief at having one of the Family in this strange place. Vicente had long been absolved and there was no reason to treat one of his own with suspicion.

"By Sithis, it is you." Lucien made his way over to Vicente from the side, knowing that surprising a brother from behind was a quick way to visit the Dread Father.

Vicente heard the sound of approaching footsteps as someone neared him, turning to look at whomever dared approach him. His nonexistant eyebrows rose when he spotted the familiar face of his Speaker.

Thank Sithis someone he actually knew was here as well. Perhaps Lucien could help him make sense of this place.

"Brother," The vampire whispered.

"Dear Brother, it is good to see you." Yes, it was definitely good. One was never complete unless one had his family at his back. "I suspect you have many questions, but first, let me ask one of my own. When did you-?"

Oh, there was that porridge that marked new arrivals, as few people seldom ate it if there were other offerings outside of that. It was fairly poor porridge, in his opinion. "Let me rephrase. What happened before you arrived here, brother?"

Sitting next to him, Lucien waited for Vicente's story. Perhaps some explanations as to the fact he was alive would come, and he was rather curious.

"It is good to see you too, dear Brother," Vicente smiled briefly, not wanting to show off his fangs too much. His age lines he could pass off as premature aging, and when it came to his eyes he could claim to be part Dunmer.

Swirling his spoon through the barely-touched porridge, Vicente replid, "Our newest Sibling went to see you, after you sent that letter." He was mildly curious as to what it was about, but knew better than to pry.

"I see..." Ah, yes, the Purification did not happen for Vicente. Not yet, anyway. This bore some thought, and careful consideration. It did hold up with what was said about this Tower, that people were taken from all times.

"Forgive me, brother, if I do not seem myself. For far too long I have been without the Brothers and Sisters. But what is time between the Family? I assume you have read the letter that was placed by your bed. I believe that the beings who have brought us here are sincere in what they have told us."

Vicente pushed the bowl of so-called food aside, ignoring it for now. "Is that so? It was not simply a joke?"

The vampire might have been a murderer, but he was nothing if not loyal to his Family. If Lucien believed the letter to be true, then Vicente trusted his word.

"How long have you been here?"

Lucien rubbed his chin, a gesture he always did when thinking on a serious matter. "Nearly two months of time here. I do not feel it is a joke. My investigation has revealed nothing to prove or disprove their claim, save that I have seen their scrying room. Marvelous magicka they have here. I have seen entire worlds be destroyed in a flash, left darker than the void."

"Scrying room?" That was the sort of magic that only truely experienced or talented mages had. "And you have witnessed this for yourself? By Sithis..."

He ran his hand over his face as he processed this information. If this was true, then their Family was gone. Ocheeva, Gogron, the entire Black Hand, all gone.

Lucien gave the vampire a moment to compose himself, knowing that such news could be a blow to anyone. Even he had his mourning period for the lost ones of the Sanctuary, though he had come to terms with that long before this.

Vicente sighed, running his long fingers over his hair. The news was still quite the blow and it would take him some time to come to terms with it, but he knew how to stay strong.

Looking back at the Speaker, the vampire asked, "Is there anything I should be aware of regarding this prison? For that matter, do you know the purpose of these?" He pointed to the collar around his neck.

"I do not, but there are many mysteries in this place." He had to think about the things he had witnessed so far, and frowned, wondering if Vicente was even in a state to hear them. "I believe it to be a plane of Oblivion, unknown to Tamriel. The beings in charge do not show themselves in person, but make their wishes known through other means. Creatures roam the halls at night and pose quite a challenge."

Oh, there was one last thing, and even Lucien had a problem with it, considering that it rendered their profession completely useless. What was an assassin when his kills just returned as good as new the next day? "Perhaps the most important thing to consider is that people do not seem to die here."

Vicente nodded. He could believe it was a plane of Oblivion, though it did not match any description he had ever read of. It was a little too neat and organized to be Sheogorath's realm, for one. "Creatures, hm? I shall have to keep that in mind should I have reason to roam the halls at night." Being a vampire, that would probably happen at some point, since he needed blood and those bottles in the truck would not last forever.

At Lucien's second statement, the vampire had to blink with surprise. "That is ubsurd."

"That is what I said, but the beings here seem to find it delightfully funny bringing a body back from the dead." Lucien's face was deadpan, unfortunately. Not even his usual morbid humor was leaking through in his tone. It was really rather annoying.

Another thought occurred to him. "Ah, yes, I almost forgot. We shall have to arrange for your needs."

"By Sithis," Almost five times in one day he had sworn by the Dread Father. And he didn't think he was lucky enough for this to be one of his vampiric nightmares. What was a Dark Brother if he couldn't spill blood for Father and Mother?

Fixing his red eyes on Lucien again, Vicente nodded. "Yes, this simply will not sustain me." He pointed to the porridge. "The trunk at the foot of my bed contains two bottles of blood, but that obviously will not last forever." Plus, blood was always more savory and beneficial when it was fresh.

"It may not, but you should consider finishing that bowl, brother. Unpleasant things happen to those newly awoken." It had been rather amusing, though, watching newcomers protest the tasteless porridge and vomiting as a result. Vicente was an entirely different matter.

"The people seem as if they would react just as badly as Tamriel at large would. I recommend checking on the hospital in the floor above for an emergency supply. Do not fear, however, I would not let a brother starve."

Vicente looked down at the food again, sighing. Again, he trusted the Speaker, so if Lucien said he should choke down this slop, he would. He picked the spoon back up and resumed eating without complaint.

"Perhaps I will investigate this hospital this week then."

"I can accompany you, if you wish. There is little else to do here." Though he had gotten plenty of exercise prowling the tower very stealthy, and he knew practically every inch of the tower that was accessible. Not to mention all of the rooms and who lived where. "Except perhaps to hunt the monstrosities roaming this place."

Vicente smiled slightly after swallowing more of the porridge, not wanting to bare his fangs in public, even if nobody seemed to be looking their way. As a vampire, one could never be too careful. "I would appreciate that, Brother. Is there an ideal meeting place?"

"Perhaps it would be better to meet in the residential floors, others are prone to attack after dark." Lucien replied after some though, tapping a finger on the tabletop. "We can take the dwemer lift and avoid having to climb these bizarre floors."

After having had the oatmeal a while ago, he had decided to forgo the food bars and just actually spend time hunting and eating the foods found in the forest than actually come back for a meal. Yet even sometimes the Demi-fiend didn't quite feel like doing that.

And so, he found himself returning here, idly grabbing one of the nourishment-filled bars and taking a seat nearby. Naoki didn't look particularly pleased about the food, but nourishment was nourishment. There was a fairy sitting on his elbow, and he broke off part of his bar to offer it to her, eating quietly. This was, strangely enough, not the most bizarre thing out of the entire situation, with the markings running down his back and front skin. He didn't wear a shirt, just a small part of shorts and some running shoes.

When he noticed Vicente and gave him a acknowledgement in the form of a small head bow. He hadn't done so much when he was stuck in the Vortex World. Seeing so many humans (or what he assumed were humans, considering) despite the situation was slowly starting to warm him up. This might not be Tokyo reborn, but it was certainly unique for its own reasons.

Vicente glanced up at the man with the markings, giving no more reaction to the markings than a blink. It was not uncommon for people in Tamriel to wear them, especially around Morrowind or Skyrim.

The small creature at his elbow garnered a little more of his attention. She was humanoid, but tiny and with wings. How strange.

~~Naoki would fit pretty well in Mournhold.~~ Pixie obviously had a 'being watched' radar as a few seconds after he does, she turned towards him, smiling. Manners, on the other hand, were not something she did often, as she flew up, dropping the remaining piece of the bar in Naoki's hand before flying over.

"Hello!" At least she seemed friendly and polite, if a little excitable (If a lot exciteable, Naoki would argue).

Vicente's eyes widened a little as the little woman flew up to him. Now that he had a closer look at her he noticed the unmistakable pointed ears of a Mer. Perhaps she was one of the long lost species, much like the Dwemer or Falmer.

"Forgive my staring," The vampire said.

Never tell a Pixie she is being watched. It only made her grin.

"Stare all you want, I'm not going to complain!" ...At least it wasn't some of Naoki's other companions. "Never saw a member of the Fairy clan before?"

The Demi-fiend, for this part, finished eating the piece Pixie had dropped in his hand before coming a little closer to Vicente, offering him a small wave. The fairy flew back at him and sat on his shoulder.

"No," Vicente replied. "Most Mer I've seen are not so tiny or winged." An odd name for a Mer race even, "fairy".

The vampire just nodded at her silent companion.

If there ever was a train wreck in the making, this would certainly be it.

Picture this; a human male of 6'1" high, bright red eyes, a blue spiky hairdo, black lips, black eyeliner, black nails and white powder finely applied to his face. He was wearing a greenish outfit that had a black almost-skirt adorned with a golden pattern. Eikichi was aiming to looking like a Visual Kei member, but he had no idea he probably looked like the world's most terribly dressed vampire right now.

With blue hair.

As he passed him by the rooms, he gave Vincent a friendly hand wave. Most people here more to the type to wave anyway.

"Hey! I don't think Michel's seen you 'round the tower. New here, right?"

Vicente looked up and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow - if he had eyebrows anymore, that was - at the getup this man was wearing. The hair color and style was strange enough, as was the black makeup.

"...Yes, I am."

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001 * Arrival

oatmeal!

Fran!

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