towerofanimus | Hunger pains

Characters: Puru Two and YOU
Setting: Floor 19
Format: Prose for starters, but I'll match you.
Summary: Puru Two reads while starving; not a good combo
Warnings: possible swearing, maybe a fight depending on how she is approached.

While everyone had been panicking and fighting, Puru Two had been taking some alone time for herself, again. Books were the only thing she could really delve into now, thinking there might be something to help recharge the funnels. The energy reserves were damn near depleted, maybe able to keep up for another day at best, which she doubted. There had to be something on this, somewhere. No one was helping her with this problem, and she had to do it on her own.

Many problems were present. One was the large stack of books she had, and the thickness they carried with each page. Even worse, the contents were mostly gone in some books, leaving methods and such gone, and her throwing the book off to the side in frustration. However, the main problem was the growling of her stomach, the lack of food finally getting to her. Soon enough, she sighs and slams her head into a book.

"....This place....hate it...."

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Puru Two carefully examined the sphere, doing her best to analyze it. Maybe if they were in a lab, she could do better assessment of this thing, but thus far it was cold and light. Not one used to magic, of course she was unable to use the abilities.

At any rate, she tosses it back at Siira. If she didn't know how to use it, she sensed bad things coming her away. "Then I'll avoid freezing my arm."

Siira fixed the materia back into her bangle, twisting it until a comfortable position. Years without it and now she was wearing it daily, it felt foreign.

"It won't freeze your arm unless you cast Ice on yourself. And you'd have to intend to freeze your own arm to do that, which I've never seen anyone try. Unless they were drunk."

An idea suddenly popped into her head. If ice could be used as magic like in fictional tales and such, surely other elements could be used. A warrior wouldn't be foolish to not have a secondary defense for everything, like the beam rifle/swords her Qubeley had, though that machine was now gone.

"Don't suppose you can manipulate electricity as well, can you?" She points at the machine on the table, the one she had kept on her back. The funnels that flew days ago were on it, with more spread out. "The battery is nearly dead and needs to be recharged."

"I don't have a Lightning materia on me. I know someone who would though, one of the other Turks here in the tower. Wears sunglasses, a suit and has a shiny bald head. He smiles like this." And Siira just linefaces and then goes on.

"He's really hard to miss. I can find him and get it from him otherwise. The Turks are all keeping in touch with each other pretty well."

The face nearly earned a chuckle, though Puru Two was not so easily fooled into a laugh; she had an appearance to keep up, even if it was ruined by some moments. At any rate, the idea of more of these Turks around with something she needed was a positive sign.

"Good. I don't like walking around this place without a way to fight. Though honestly, just how many of those guys are here?"

"Understandable. Everyone should have some way of defending themselves here. As for how many Turks here are... Hmm, about five of us, in total. There are others from Gaia here but I haven't kept track of them just yet."

Which, she probably should. Especially if Sephiroth and a Remnant were both in the tower. That didn't bode well for anyone.

"I assume you all have the same goals, trying to find out what is really happening with this tower, right?"

She still wasn't believing world destruction. Kidnapping, magic, cloning, nearly anything else she was willing to believe. Such a thing was impossible. That's what she wanted to believe at any rate.

Siira was equally skeptical. Sadly, not all of her companions shared that skepticism and she couldn't convince them otherwise without telling them something she refused to ever admit out loud.

"Most of us do. A couple of them believe the letters." Reno trying to humor her when she had just arrived scratched at her nerves now. That was then though, not now.

She resisted doing a facepalm, but narrowed her eyes, as if staring at the people who believed. Honestly, someone like the Turks actually believed this crap? Well, only a few, but still, this was something she could not accept herself.

"And considering the rumors I have heard, those that believe that note are stupid," she spoke, not bothering to hide her disgust. "Have you heard of those that work here?"

"I wouldn't say my co-workers are stupid but they sure are gullible." She nods her head at the question though, a moment later. "Heard about 'em but that's it. Can't determine what's true and what's not without hearin' from them myself."

Siira liked to judge situations for herself. Call it a character flaw, Veld dealt with it somehow.

Hunger pains

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