towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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"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."