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towerofanimus2012-06-25 08:05 pm
errandwings) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-25 08:05 pm
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{01} Intro
Characters: Aphrodi and whoever he bumps into!
Setting: Room 1-18 for most of the morning, everywhere else in the afternoon
Format: Action, but I can match!
Summary: enter obligatory confused!introduction! And perhaps a little bit of sulking around since he doesn't want to be here.
Warnings: teeny reference to death, possibly language and um, that's it for now. Will update if needed!
[Room 1-18]
[ The first thought that pops into Aphrodi's head when he wakes up and finds he can't move is that, damn, he's dead again. The fact that he even had to wake up in the first place was a huge giveaway to something weird having happened but once the sleep paralysis passes, things stop making sense.
He can get up. So he's... still kind of alive. Okay, that's always a good thing. Aphrodi tugs at his collar a few times to try and get it off but it refuses to budge. That's not so okay. It's not the kind of thing he usually wears, and plus its implications are rather scary to think about (being owned by something is certainly not what he planned to do in his remaining days on Earth. Or not Earth, it seems). And then he sees the notes, which makes things even more not-okay, and then he starts to panic a little.
So, fellow dwellers of Room 1-18, you have yourselves +1 roommate (still in the clothes he woke up in) currently obsessively brushing his hair, generally being jittery and pacing the room and some feathers scattered about. He tried to pick them up at first and put them on a pile on his bed but gave up. ]
[Everywhere Else]
[ Aphrodi managed to calm himself down by the time the afternoon rolled around and finally got himself dressed into something more casual -- although the collar is still annoying and wouldn't come off, so it's covered with a scarf that only kind of matches the outfit. He's stomping around and trying to memorise every single room and corridor that he comes across.
Not to mention he's kicking a soccer ball around because he finds that dribbling it helps keep him grounded when he's in a situation where he has no idea what else to do; what better than to keep on doing what's familiar? He'd already thanked whatever gods (and himself, of course) brought his soccer ball along with the rest of his stuff.
...He's not being too observant, so if he does bump into someone or kick the ball at them a little too hard, it's completely on accident. ]
Setting: Room 1-18 for most of the morning, everywhere else in the afternoon
Format: Action, but I can match!
Summary: enter obligatory confused!introduction! And perhaps a little bit of sulking around since he doesn't want to be here.
Warnings: teeny reference to death, possibly language and um, that's it for now. Will update if needed!
[Room 1-18]
[ The first thought that pops into Aphrodi's head when he wakes up and finds he can't move is that, damn, he's dead again. The fact that he even had to wake up in the first place was a huge giveaway to something weird having happened but once the sleep paralysis passes, things stop making sense.
He can get up. So he's... still kind of alive. Okay, that's always a good thing. Aphrodi tugs at his collar a few times to try and get it off but it refuses to budge. That's not so okay. It's not the kind of thing he usually wears, and plus its implications are rather scary to think about (being owned by something is certainly not what he planned to do in his remaining days on Earth. Or not Earth, it seems). And then he sees the notes, which makes things even more not-okay, and then he starts to panic a little.
So, fellow dwellers of Room 1-18, you have yourselves +1 roommate (still in the clothes he woke up in) currently obsessively brushing his hair, generally being jittery and pacing the room and some feathers scattered about. He tried to pick them up at first and put them on a pile on his bed but gave up. ]
[Everywhere Else]
[ Aphrodi managed to calm himself down by the time the afternoon rolled around and finally got himself dressed into something more casual -- although the collar is still annoying and wouldn't come off, so it's covered with a scarf that only kind of matches the outfit. He's stomping around and trying to memorise every single room and corridor that he comes across.
Not to mention he's kicking a soccer ball around because he finds that dribbling it helps keep him grounded when he's in a situation where he has no idea what else to do; what better than to keep on doing what's familiar? He'd already thanked whatever gods (and himself, of course) brought his soccer ball along with the rest of his stuff.
...He's not being too observant, so if he does bump into someone or kick the ball at them a little too hard, it's completely on accident. ]
Them Hallways
Ack! What the-- Watch where you're throwing things! I CAN'T CONCENTRATE IF UNIMPORTANT OBJECTS KEEP HITTING ME!
I swear this blasted tower will be demolished by my own hands when I get the chance to!
[Well Veigar, aren't you a beaming bundle of sunshine and rainbows... wait, that's Lux.]
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I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. [ He'll jog over and pick the ball back up with a sheepish smile. ]
Do you need some help? [ You're kinda... small... ]
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[Not that he asked, but of course Veigar would think that the world needs to be reminded every five minutes or so.
He took a moment to look at the other curiously before scoffing.]
I haven't seen you before. A new pet for the blasted rulers of this godforsaken place mayhaps? Or maybe just another of their childish experiments?
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I'm Aphrodi, and yes, I am new -- arrived here earlier today actually. [ ...wait. ] "childish experiments"?
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Ah, but of course you'd be a new addition. I suppose this is the part I should say that I'm sorry that you ended up here.
[He grins as he twirls his rod before sheathing it.]
And yes, childish experiments. You'll get to experience those soon. If you weren't a lab rat before, start getting used to it because that's all we are to the owners of this subpar prison.
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I'm not sure if I like the sound of that. Is there any way to avoid it?
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Dying isn't even a release since you keep coming back. Though I hear that the more you die the more likely you'll get harsher punishments or some joke like that.
I don't care to find out so I plan to not bow down or die to these sullied minions or whatever world this place got spat out of.
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So people come back to life here regularly? [ Well, he thought he was unique, but nope. ] The "punishment" sounds rather unpleasant.
At least you've got a positive mindframe... [ If a tad bit messed up. ] Good luck not dying, Veigar.
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If you come here relying on luck then you better start getting comfortable with dying and being someone's extra special experiment.
In here you have to make your way to the top and stay at the top or you're gonna find yourself in a lot of pain and misery.
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Of course. I'm sorry, I should have... wished you the best on completely your own power to defeat all that are responsible. [ Clearly replying with sarcasm is the best way to go about it. ]
Do you mean top literally, or...?
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I will! Then I can go back to gaining more power! Ahahahaha!
Wait...
No not literally! I mean, I'm sure there's some secret floor somewhere where these blasted idiots hide in, probably giggling like simpletons as they toy with us. But no, just either stay reasonably low so you don't get noticed, or make it know that you are not to be trifled with!
So long as you don't want to become someone's, or something's plaything.
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Why would I want to stay reasonably low, though? [ He does not see the logic. ]
If I want the bad guys to come out, then I should be doing things to catch their attention, right?
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True, so I guess you are looking to confront them? Forgive me for mixing you up with most of the rabble in this place that chooses to hide in order to not invoke the wrath of these bastards.
So if you want their attention, then by all means go forth and let it be known that you are here and you mean business! The louder the better!
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[ Somebody's got a potty mouth! tut tut, Veigar. ]
How would I do that? Shout it from the rooftops? [ he doesn't really want to though. Not unless he would gain something out of it -- Aphrodi's not that stupid. ]
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Can't be a pushover either, stand up to anyone that stands in your way! And if they won't move, remove them!
[Of course this was specially true for the Yordle since everyone looks down on them!]
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[ And he stands up anyway. It wouldn't be him otherwise. ]
I'm not too sure about the "remove them" part though.
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[Or you know, do the sensible thing Veigar and just walk past them. But of course he wouldn't think of such a simple and unimpressive answer!]
What matters is that you let it be known that no is to mess with you!
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I'm pretty good at kicking people really really hard, so I guess I'm sorted for that then.
Thanks for the advice, Mister Veigar.
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Anytime, and if you so require assistance, I'm always up for putting people in their place!
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The same goes back to you, though! If you ever need an extra pair of hands or something.
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Hope to see you still around in the coming weeks. Don't go and get yourself killed. [He added with a chuckle before turning and going about his wave, leaving behind a wave as he walked away.]
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[ Just another person for Aphrodi to keep an eye on should he need to. He returns the wave before going his own way as well. ]