towerofanimus | No Chance to Take It Back

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[ou] fawkes

No Chance to Take It Back

Characters: Fawkes and anyone else
Setting: Dorms or Hallways
Format: Starting prose will match if action is preferred.
Summary: Fawkes wakes up, Fawkes wanders the hall and hits his head on things.
Warnings: Mild swearing, senseless-yet-accidental bed frame destruction.

Dorms:

During that brief period of sleep paralysis - which Fawkes had no idea what it was - there was a creaking, groaning sound that eventually gave way into a crash as the frame of Fawkes' bed broke.

Not that he could completely fit on the thing anyway, given his size.

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Hallways:

Fawkes was out and about, to a degree - he'd managed to read the letter, and promptly disregarded it. He knew the world had been blown to a wasteland already. Someone saw fit to 'rescue' him from it, though this left him rather annoyed. He was in the middle of helping out his friend recover something important to them! He had no time for this place. Besides, it was dark here, and he'd hit his head on the wall above the doorway.

On the plus side, it was nice to have clothes that fit, even if it was a weird suit.

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Luke had been up for a short while earlier, beyond terrified and stumbling around for a good while before coming across his letters, sitting by the dim lights to read them. The first thought was, naturally, that this was another dumb ploy by whomever to get at the Professor- especially after last time, he wouldn't be surprised.

Of course, the lad's theories went crashing to the ground ~~lol get it huh huh huh~~ when Fawkes' bed clattered to the ground, the kid scrambling away and huddling against the corner of the room, covering his head.

"Wh-who's there?! I'm not, I'm not afraid of you...!" It was all fake it was all fake it was all fake...!

Edited 2011-08-11 21:08 (UTC)

There's some very frustrated groaning as the big green palooka tries to sit up, though he eventually manages.

"Uhh... Ugh. Hn?" There was a small voice yelling at him about not being scared. "I cannot see you, but I mean no harm!" Fawkes' voice is loud and boisterous, and is nowhere near what a sane person would use for an indoor voice. He gets to his feet, accidentally standing in front of one of the backup lights, giving him a rather large and intimidating silhouette.

Luke yelped loudly when the figure came in to 'view', shuddering and shaking in his corner for a bit before skittering and hiding behind one of the other beds.

"Y-you're a liar! Where did you take me?!"

Ohgeez he got kidnapped by a monster and, and he was alone and-

"The Professah i-isn't gonna let you get away with this...!!"

That reaction - that's the kind of thing he expects.

Still frustrating, though.

"Little human person, I didn't take you anywhere! I'm not even sure where 'here' is. I just know it's dark."

"I-I don't believe you!"

After shuddering behind the furniture some more, Luke peered over the bed, suspiciously eyeing the shape. Well, if this was some sort of ploy like before...

Luke dove over the bed, making some slight 'raah~' noise as he tried to grapple on to Fawkes, grabbing at his skin and arms to try and...pull it off?

"Now take off that costume! I know it's you, Don Paolo!!"

There is now a small child trying to grapple Fawkes' arm.

Fawkes raises his arm up - and in the process, Luke, if he does not release, and gets a somewhat better look at the boy. This also allows Luke to see Fawkes' rather terrifying face better.

"This is no costume, and I do not know a Don Paolo. My name is Fawkes!"

"EAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" It wasn't until Luke saw Fawkes' face- granted, by then gravity had taken hold and Luke was looking at the super mutie's face upside-down -that he released the arm, dropping to the floor like a sack of sugar. A wince later, and he was rubbing his bum, groaning at the rather awkward fall he'd taken.

Somehow, his hat stayed perfectly proper on his head.

Fawkes tried - and failed - to catch Luke, so instead, he crouched waaaay down after the boy fell.

"...are you okay, little human-person?" Totally ignoring that the kid had just kind of screamed in horror at him. After all, Fawkes had no reason to be mean to him. He's just a kid, after all.

"Yes, I'm okay...th-thank you?"

Luke's confusion was obviously an understatement at this point. The kid turned around, sitting and watching the hulking monsterman with a wary eye.

"So, you're...really not Don Paolo, and you don't know what's going on...?"

"You are welcome!"

Fawkes nods. "As I said, my name is Fawkes, and I am...quite confused, to say the least. I don't suppose you've seen a bunch of bigger humans in power armor, have you?"

"...power armor?"

His puzzled expression persisted until he stood up, going over to roughly where Fawkes' bed was and feeling about, grabbing the mutie's letters and handing them to him. His hands might have been shaking a tiny bit.

"This might explain things better than I can..."

"Yes. Heavy armor that uses powered hydraulics to help the person wearing it move."

The letters are taken, though it takes Fawkes several minutes to read them - between the low light, the small paper, and his large hands, reading is tricky.

"...I know my world was destroyed. It's been that way for centuries. Why take me away now? We were on the verge of making some things better!"

"Hydraulics? As in, water turbines?"

Luke waited patiently for the other to read the letters, shifting awkwardly when Fawkes finally spoke up again.

"But, the world wasn't destroyed...! We saved London!" He seemed to sulk for a moment, then crossed his arms, thinking hard. "This is all very puzzling. Who would set up such a trick...?"

"Like...um. I'm not certain how to explain it."

Then he gave the boy a quizzical and critical look. He was rather... clean. "Did the Great War not hit London?"

"Great War? I haven't heard a thing about any war..."

This is all quite troubling.

"I was about to move, I imagine we would not have if there was a war going on."

"No, no, the Great War was around 200 years ago, at least if my friend's computer was correct... A nuclear war that devastated the planet. I would think that if any one country made it out without too much damage, then the Capital would've been in much better condition..."

A pause.

"Though I suppose that depends on who launched the nukes in the first place."

"But...I think the Great World War wasn't that long ago...?"

This is very eerie, and not exactly Luke's expertise.

"What's a nuke?"

"It was in 2077, from what I can recall..." Fawkes rubs his head, grunting. Thinking back that far is rough.

"A nuclear warhead - a very destructive projectile."

"In 2077?! But, it's not even-" He cut himself off ~~mostly because who the fuck knows when Laytonverse takes place in~~, and takes a deep breath. Must be calm. Must be a gentleman.

"...so, you come from the future?" This is amazingly uncomfortable. Forever.

"I come from 2277, assuming the calendar I referenced was correct - given your reaction, then yes, it must be the future compared to what you know..."

...Luke seemed quite unable to grasp such a faraway time, if his face was any indication.

"..." Fawkes leaned over a bit. "Are you okay, little human?"

"O-oh! Yes, I'm...quite fine, thank you."

Luke gave his eyes a weary rub, but that was all otherwise.

He nods. "That is good!"

"...I realize, I do not know your name, little human! Who are you?"

"I'm Luke! You said you were...Fawkes, correct?"

Luke ruffled his hat, looking a bit awkward. "I'm sorry I reacted so extremely earlier, sir."

"I am! It is... nice to meet you, Luke." Fawkes raises a hand, dismissing the apology. "Do not worry - your reaction was... Well-founded. It was a nicer reaction than I am generally used to."

Well.

That's not something you see every day. If he had one of his swords on-hand and not in his trunk, his first reaction would be to bring one up carefully, but given that he didn't...have a scrawny blonde 13 year old kid just. Staring.

Words are failing him.

"...and you would be?"

Smooth.

Fawkes sits up, groaning loudly as he rubs his head, then looks over at the kid.

"...aren't you a bit young to be in the Brotherhood?" After all, it's dark enough that this could feasibly be part of the Citadel's underground area...

Whoa okay that voice and the words had an interesting contrast. Same with the appearance and the mannerisms, really.

"Haven't heard of it." Well, okay, he's heard of a lot of organizations commonly referred to with that name in fiction. But in terms of actual things, not so much.

An irritated noise leaves the mutant as he gets to his feet. "Not heard of the Brotherhood of Steel?" He glances around the dimly-lit room. "Is this not the Citadel?"

"I'm afraid not. This is the Tower, whatever that actually means." Just as irritated as you are, broseph.

"The 'tower'. I am not familiar with this location, though I am not well-versed in the area..." It definitely isn't Tenpenny Tower. Not enough snooty assholes around.

A pause. "What part of the capital are we in?"

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