towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Luke, whomever wants to stumble into his hissy fit
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Either, be consistent, ect
Summary: Luke's stomach does the talking for him. Can you say, "Worst person to be in a black out with"?
Warnings: Cue full on Ambassador Asshat mode!

So, if you happen to be in the vicinity of the Cafeteria, hoping there was some scrap of food that might have been left over from before the power out, you might see a certain red head. Actually, you'll hear him before you see him; he's at the area where you pick up your food, pounding his fists and trying to get someone's attention. Except, you know, there's no one there to give him the time of day, which only makes his temper tantrum worse.

"OY! I'M HERE ON TIME! GIVE ME MY FOOD! GIMME MY FOOD RIGHT NOW!"

He follows his screaming up with a sharp kick... which turns into a swearing stream as he hops around, holding his injured foot. Definitely not the most impressive moment for the almighty Ambassador.

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"Of course! That would be the decent thing to do, but we obviously don't have decent hosts!"

Luke made a face, before whirling around, pointing at whoever this person was.

"You! Let's go! We're going to go find who's in charge of this place!"

"Hey, don't just command me around..!" At least he bothered to protest against it. Not that the idea in itself was a very bad idea, in fact, it sounded like a sound plan right now to him. He wasn't planning on skipping out on food, someone ought to give an explanation, right?

So clearly to justify going along with this plan yet not listening to a command Leon needed to restate it. "We're just going to go find who's in charge of this place!" .. Clearly this was better. Either way, as he was already half walking off, he suddenly realised.. ".. Wait, where the hell do you think the person in charge of this place even is?"

Luke was already on his way past him, ignoring the fact that he was protesting against one of his direct orders. He was the Ambassador after all; people would listen to what he told them eventually. The question makes him pause, fumbling a bit.

"I-I don't know! But we'll find them somewhere!"

".. Fine, fine.. not like there's any better option right now." Leon just grumbled a little as he walked after the other guy, pulling a hand through his hair semi-nervously while he was thinking. "As long as they aren't hanging out in one of those dangerous parts of the tower, then I'm out..! I'm not going to risk my life!"

Luke suddenly stopped dead at that, looking like a lightbulb had just gone off in his head, before he suddenly whirled around.

"That's it!"

Leon's expression, in turn, only changed to a very surprised one at the suddenly movement and proclamation. Yup, he wasn't getting a single bit of it.

"Wait, what's it..?! Did you figure something out just now?"

Luke whirled on him.

"The people that run this place! They have to be on one of the dangerous floors! How else is it that no one's seen them before?"

"I guess that makes sense, but.." There was something that nagged him about the idea, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint just what it was. But then slowly he started to draw the obvious conclusion from this line of reasoning.

".. Don't tell me you want to go there to look for them now..! That's almost suicide!"

"Why not! They're the ones that cut off the power!" Luke protested. "They obviously didn't cut off all of it, because how else would they be able to keep themselves safe?"

"Are you just skipping over the 'dangerous' part of dangerous floors? It isn't like we're going to have to walk through some harmless flower field to get there!"

Leon was raising his voice just a little, since it wasn't hard at all to get this guy riled up.

"Maybe it just looks dangerous but it isn't really. You know, like an illusion!"

Luke was so determined about this... he was obviously right! It made perfect sense!

For a moment Leon almost seemed to consider it. He was pretty much an idiot, after all, but he had a little more common sense than that to just believe the other guy's words.

"How are you so sure..? Other people say it's dangerous all the time too, right? They wouldn't say that if nothing had happened to them there!"

"Because! I'm the Ambassador! Of course I'm right!"

...because that argument has worked so well in the past. He paused after a moment, before tugging at the collar around his neck.

"Besides, maybe that's why we have these. These mark us as not part of the staff, right? So maybe whatever's dangerous reacts to these?"

It sounded right in his head.

"The Ambassador of what?! I don't care, even if you're some sort of ambassador, I'm the most well-known baseball player and soon to be rock star around..!"

Apparently this had somehow turned into an ego-off, although Leon had to admit that his latter argument did sound somewhat convincing, so it was enough to calm him down just a little. "... But.. I don't know, that last part sounds like it might be right, but I still wouldn't want to risk my life over it..! Can't we send someone else to go instead of us?!"

Edited 2012-06-07 13:27 (UTC)

Luke puffed out his chest, looking completely and utterly important (not really).

"Ambassador to the people of Akzeriuth, of course," he replied, as if Leon was supposed to know that already. "...and what's baseball?"

Leon did have a point; they wouldn't get anywhere if they were the ones to risk their lives and end up dead. But he didn't exactly feel comfortable letting someone else go and risk their life either. He frowned... before snapping his fingers.

"We should figure out how to get the collars off."

Wait, this person was an ambassador of some sort of group of people he never heard of and yet he hadn't heard of something as normal and common as baseball? Leon could only blink with a completely stupid shocked expression on his face at it for a moment or two, but then he just tried to shake off the thought - the last thing he wanted right now is having to talk about baseball with people - and focus on the plan.

"You can get these things off?" It would honestly seem like a good thing to him, wearing a collar reminded him of an experience he'd rather not think of. "How could we ever figure that out though? There isn't any sort of opening on them!"