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Characters: Mark, anyone
Setting: Starts at 4-20, then various parts of the tower where there's walls
Format: Starts with prose, but will follow with any!
Summary: Mark wakes up and wanders around (and possibly gets lost)
Warnings: Mark is somewhat of a potty mouth. He also has a habit of spray painting over some stuff.

[Room 4-20, dormitory area]
Mark wanted to grab the closest person after reading the letter. World, destroyed? That couldn't be right! Not after they saved the city and graduated safely! Instead, he took the smarter choice of confirming the belongings that were in his chest: the outfit he wore to school, his usual backpack, his art supplies, his weaponry... The only thing missing was his persona. Even after the scandal, he was able to feel the presence of his persona. But ever since he had woken up from a lousy paralysis in this strange place, he couldn't feel the presence at all.

"...Probably whatever that paralysis did was still numbing my senses..." Mark mumbled to himself as he put his hat on and tugged at it to cover his eyes. He then walked out of the room to see if there were anyone else.

"Hello!?" He yelled down the hall.

[Later on, elsewhere in the tower that's safe]
After the initial shock had settled down, Mark finally decided to explore the tower, his things stuffed in his backpack as he wandered around. His one-man party of exploration quickly came to an end as he grew tired, and ended up squatting down at the walls.

"Ugh, how big is this freaking tower anyways??" He complained out loud with a frustrated sigh, adjusting his hat with a hand as he gazed around his surroundings. "...Where the hell am I?"

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Almost immediately after calling, Mark received a response from not far away. It was presented in just as dignified a manner as he delivered it.

"What?!"

Look, Beat is a busy man. He's already made himself comfortable a little ways down the hall and is throwing up the baseline of what's going to be Blaze, holding what seems to be a generic yellow spray can. So when people start howling like lunatics, looking around for others in the only area of the Tower that actually has light, he's not inclined towards spending his valuable brainpower on them. (Especially since it seems like everyone in this damn place is stone-cold retarded anyway.) So you'll need to forgive him, really, he's just working on something right now, he does care about your safety and well-being, honest...

...well, no he doesn't.

Still, he graced you with a response. You should be proud.

An answer! Albeit a bit rude, but Mark didn't have the mind to care for it as he immediately rushed off towards the direction the voice was heard, quickly picking up his backpack filled with his things as he did.

"I got some questions to be answered!!" Mark wasn't known for being polite, either. But before he waited for an answer, he immediately recognized what the stranger was working on.

"Whoa!!"

"Find someone else! If you want answers, I ain't got 'em!" It was true, though. He really didn't have any answers about Tower Wonderfuck; all he knew was that it was really big and didn't keep up with the electricity bills. Even after staying here for several days, he hadn't found anyone but nosy brats to keep him company. Looks like this is another one. Why do the idiots always flock to him? (Are they hoping some of his greatness will rub off on them? Probably. Or at least, that's what he likes to tell himself, because he refuses to be catnip for the mentally unhinged individuals of the Tower.)

It didn't take a genius to figure out what the guy was reacting to. Sensing an opportunity to inflate his ego, Beat figured he probably ought to turn around and interact now; so he did, tossing the half-full spraycan in the air. (Curiously, he only seemed to have one out, even though there were several colors already on the wall.)

Mark responded with a "hmph" as he folded his arms across his chest. (Hey, hey, Mark was totally awesome with graffiti art, he didn't need some strange headphones-and-sunglasses dude's skill! ...Or at least that's what Mark thought.)

"Seems like ya don't." He agreed as he watched the other magically spray paint multiple colors on the wall. Well, that was one skill that seemed convenient... Ah well, at least he's talking to someone who didn't seem like he would do a surprise attack.

"...Huh. A decent start." He commented after a while. Mark was never good with compliments, you see... He then moved over to an empty spot next to the stranger, and put his backpack down before taking out his spray paint to start spraying some colors as well.

Newsflash: everyone needs Headphones-and-Sunglasses Dude's skill. (Or, at least, that's what he thought.) And if Mr. I-Can't-See-Through-My-Hat had any problems with him and his lack of information, then he could just escort his problems right out that door.

"Of course it's a decent start," he scoffed, tossing the empty can over his shoulder (it disappeared in midair) and, erm, summoning a new one. ~~He's got magical spray paint, bitch. Do you have magical spray paint? Huh? Huh?!~~ Even though he's acting normally, though, he's quietly hiding a fair bit of surprise. This guy talks like he knows anything about graffiti, which is... well, unusual. He hasn't got skates, meaning he's not a rudie. Doesn't look familiar, either.

So, y'know, don't mind him. He's just going to sneak glances over at your work as he goes.

Unbeknownst to the both of them, Naoya had managed to slowly walk closer, a growing grin on his lips. Amon-RA had been poking him in a direction, but he didn't realize it would turn out to be someone he knew. It was...comforting, for a lack of better word. Naoya might have been the type to operate as a lone wolf, but there was no denial on the power of friendship.

Of course, he had to be himself regardless.

"Mark. You've barely been here for a few hours and you're already leaving your mark on the wall?"

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~~Mark was pretty jealous of the magical spray paint yep.~~ This Mr. Hey-my-hat's-totally-cool was somewhat happy that he was able to meet someone who was also into graffiti art so quickly at this strange place. Back at Mikage-cho, almost no one else at school liked that sort of art. He quickly got into working on his own work...until a familiar voice was heard from behind.

Mark whirled around in surprise to look at Naoya standing there with his grin.

"Whoa! Neo, is that you!?"

Alright, so maybe he was a little relieved to find Mr. My-Hat-Is-A-Crime-Against-Humanity too. But just a little. It was good, at least, that there was someone here he might be able to connect with. ...If he was a good enough artist, of course. Mr. My-Everything-Is-A-Crime-Against-Humanity certainly doesn't associate himself with noobs.

Beat turned around when he heard a third voice ring from behind them. He mentioned a name, Mark -- that had to be the other guy, because of the several names Beat's had, none of them have contained 'Mark' in them. And apparently the other bloke's name was Neo. Interesting, they didn't sound like actual names; if he didn't know any better, he would guess that perhaps they were another gang of rudies. The fact that Mark here is throwing paint on the wall supports that theory. But neither of them are wearing skates.

...Are there rudie gangs that don't wear skates? Is that even a thing? Hm. Shared turf would be a pain in the ass to deal with, so he'd better figure it out... later. For now, he regarded Neo with about as much interest as he did Matt.

"You know this joker?"

"Hey!" Mark butted in with a small growl, jabbing a finger at the stranger's direction. "Who're you callin' joker, huh?!"

No one calls his friend or himself a 'joker.' Of course, if he could just be more calm about it all, he wouldn't be called "monkey" by certain people.

Snapping right back at an insult and gratify. Always the same, Mark. Naoya didn't flinch at either of them, regardless, responding clearly.

"Calm down." That comment was left open for who he was saying it to. "We are friends from high school. Mark and I graduated and moved to the United States to study." He looked at Beat again. "You brought out that spray can out of pure air." He almost almost seemed impressed. Too bad it was serious leader time.

"The both of you arrived at a bad time. The tower is unwatched while most of the inhabitants are being tested somewhere else. It's...not a nice place, but I know we'll figure out a way out of here eventually. Did either of you have the oatmeal yet? You won't be able to eat anything else until then."

"Callin' you a joker, smart guy." Beat just barely had time to get this in before Neo started speaking, but he seemed to be answering the question. So our friend the redhead simply stayed put.

But he couldn't stop himself from raising an eyebrow and interrupting his explanation. "The US? Who the hell goes to the US and studies?" If you're in the States then generally you want to do things, right? (Well, he does, at least.) But his tone changes entirely once Neo brings the discussion over to him. "Nah," he said, tossing the present can in the air and catching it again. "You just couldn't see it."

It was a miracle that he could see it, to be honest. There were no street souls sitting around this tower. Probably because it wasn't a city, but... there were people here, right? It was a civilization? Yes. And if there was, then he was pretty sure there should've been something lying around for him to collect, some residue or something from the soul of the place. There wasn't, though. The only possible explanation was that, even though there were clearly people here, this place just had no soul.

Creepy.

"Oatmeal, yeah," he said. Taken that stuff on his first day, after following the instructions to go down to the cafeteria. "If the tower's unwatched... Do you people usually have any kind of police?"

"Hey! Japan doesn't have Graffiti art as widespread as in the US. Gotta see the real deal if I wanna get better at it!" Mark replied. When he heard about the oatmeal, he gave a confused look at the both of them.

"Oatmeal? Why's that important?"

Good job reading the instructions, Mark.

"If you don't eat it, you'll vomit anything else," he explained, before turning to Beat rubbing his earring. "There's a few guards usually...but this month everything's completely abandoned. I don't know why." He had a feeling he wanted to hear something similar. The language and way he presented himself gave him a feeling he run-ins with the law.

Then again, Naoya was a guy running around with a sword and a sub-machine gun. It wasn't like cops would like him much right now either.

"I see," he added with surprising calmness and acceptance. "That would make sense. Not everyone from our world could see Blue doors leading to the Velvet Room, I would assume neither did everyone in your world see those spray cans."

He turned to Mark again, remembering something.

"There's limited supplies for our guns. I've been trying to make some more bullets, but it takes time. We need to use them as a last resort. Let's use our weapons and Persona instead."

"You don't say." Sure enough, Beat's distinctly devilish smile just got wider at this news. The only people he had to worry about now were the other people in this tower, then; as it turned out, he was rooming with a cop, but that guy was wimpy. So much so, in fact, that Beat had completely counted him out as a threat. "I guess I got here at a pretty bad time."

He raised an eyebrow at Naoya's words to Mark, listening intently. Obviously the 'blue doors' were their world's own kind of special power. It didn't surprise him that they had guns handy; his gang always shared firearms, so he had gotten none in his trunk. But they would have been a really nice commodity, if this place got any worse... there were already unsettling noises ringing out from places hidden in the gloom, and of course Beat wasn't scared of them (he wasn't scared of anything, you see), but they were enough to put a guy on edge.

Maybe he'd try and nab theirs later; even if this Mark guy shared an interest, they still weren't part of his gang. But in the meantime, he'd just ask about the thing Naoya mentioned. "What's a Persona?" Probably related to their Velvet Room and whatever, since he mentioned it separately from the weapons -- it couldn't just be a model of gun.

Guards. Mark wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or not. He was never the kind of person who followed rules--in fact, he was familiar with the town cops even before the scandal happened back in their hometown because he always vandalized abandoned property and even carried his axe around, which he had it with him now too. After seeing the cops turn into zombies during the scandal, it left a bitter feeling in his heart.

"Guards here sure sound friendly." Mark grumbled with a sigh as he adjusted his hat.

"Limited bullets, huh? Got it." He responded to Naoya before he heard the Sunglasses-dude ask.

"Ya don't know what Persona is? Persona's a..." He trailed off, unsure how to explain it himself. "Somethin' about 'I am thou' stuff."

Shion heard a sound, he spent most his time in the infirmary helping those that needed it and thanks to Ganondorf the floor was relatively safe. He moved closer holding up the EMR to see who was there. "You're in the infirmary, are you injured?"

"Huh?" He looked up to the other from where he sat. "Infirmary? I'm not hurt or anything, so guess I'm not supposed to be here."

He adjusted his head as he got up to his feet. He really hasn't gotten a complete hold of the situation he was stuck in...

"It's alright... it's safe here, you can stay if you wish..." Shion smiled at him, it was interesting that though there was no power, no food and it seemed like they had been abandoned new people were still arriving. At least Shion assumed this person was new...

"I'll hang around for a while, I guess." Well he certainly didn't want to run into monsters while being somewhat fatigued by walking around so much.

"...So what's up with this tower, anyways?" Mark asked. Even after meeting his friend shortly after waking up, he still didn't fully understand the situation.

Shion smiled and went back to what he was doing, which was mostly organising medicines. "The worlds have ended, but those that brought us here seem more interested in hurting us..."

His voice was still steady, his breathing was still calm, Reno would be proud of him if he had been there. "I don't know why there is no power or food, the power has been off for two weeks now and the food ran out a few days after the power stopped. There are more of us, but many people seem to have been taken elsewhere, which sometimes happens."

The world ending... That again. Mark was still having trouble believing it all.

"...Did the world really end like the stupid letter said? Can't just go and believe what a piece of paper says." He grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. He didn't want to think on it too much and decided to concentrate more on what was happening at the moment.

"My friend told me somethin' about those been taken somewhere else is bein' tested? Are we some stupid test subjects or some shit?" Mark clearly looked upset about this entire situation.

"I don't know, but... probably..." He didn't want it to have, but Reno had been to his destroyed universe. The other Reno had seen the thing that was eating worlds. It seemed likely even if it sounded impossible. Should be impossible...

He frowned and nodded again, trying to stay calm and not think too much. Not thinking about that room and Rat dying, "We're not sure exactly what they want, but they seem to think we are there's to experiment on..."

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