[OPEN] it's your choice if you choose

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU!
Setting: Anywhere you want!
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor is, as usual, doing rounds around the Tower.
Warnings: None unless you manage to piss her off?

[You're likely to hear her coming before you see her. Eleanor moves around at a lazy pace, footsteps heavy to match the image of the boots she's wearing. There's something deeply familiar and comforting in moving that way, it reminds her of her Father and his lumbering figure guarding her steps. It's the least she can do, she thinks, considering the suit she was given, to try and share that comfort with the other poor souls stuck in the Tower.

So there she goes, quiet and unhurried, up and down the stairs, sometimes going into the floors, some times passing by without a word.

Just another day in hell, right?]

Comments

The gallery floor, idek which one it is

[windykind]

[Predictably, John hears the footsteps before anything else. He's mostly walking around the gallery floor, not really paying much attention to anything that tries to beckon from the walls. Normally, he would be flying all over the place, making blatant abuse of his windy powers to fuel his laziness... but he didn't want to run into anything like he did on the Cathedral ceiling (that had hurt for weeks), and with this almost labyrinthine floor plan, corners came in abundance.]

[Call him touched, if you will, from the recent events; but as soon as he hears Eleanor, the wind has picked up a bit around him, and he turns around on guard. Those don't sound like human footsteps.]

[thebigsister]

[They aren't, technically. Eleanor turns around the corner where John is, pausing a moment. The wind around him registers to her not as wind, per se, but as telekinesis. Unconsciously, the picture-frames around her rattle a little, then she shakes her head. She's being irrational.]

Hello.

[windykind]

...Hi.

[He didn't know monsters could speak. The wind begins dying down, and slowly his feet return to the floor.]

Who're you?

[thebigsister]

[She tilts her head in an awkward, vaguely unnatural angle.]

Eleanor Lamb.

[Though you can't see it, she's smiling at you.]

Nice to meet you!

[windykind]

[Well, her voice sounds benign... that's good enough for him.]

John Egbert. Nice to meet you too!

floor 19

[fusedstars]

[Hei had been looking through the books after going through the tower floors, all in search for something within the books. Really, it was just to see what kind of information was available in this section of the library. Unfortunately, as he skipped through the thick textbooks, he realized the large gap in information. No one would be able to understand anything with the large gaps of missing info.

That's when his ears picked up something. Thanks to the quiet and his training, it was easy to pick up even the faintest of noises. And that's when he looked up, spotting the strange being. A hand went to the knife by his side just for safety, always a reflex of his.]

Who are you?

[thebigsister]

Hello.

[She notices the movement of his hand, but she's used to that reaction, enough to not consider it a threat.]

Eleanor Lamb.

[Headtilt.]

And who might you be?

[fusedstars]

Hei.

[At least she wasn't jumpy. Maybe a fight wouldn't happen, but Hei could never be sure. Still, he didn't draw his weapon or make anymore moves for a weapon.]

[thebigsister]

Not very friendly, are you?

[But she sounds sardonic, more than taunting.]

[fusedstars]

More cautious really. It's a habit that's hard to break.

Random Hallway Number X

[isthatashortjoke]

[Veigar had been once again going from floor to floor and experimenting different spells against anything he could find in order to discover more about the tower. It was on his way down from his last one that he heard, and then saw what appeared to be... familiar? What the hell?]

Nautilus?! Is that you? You sure as hell look like Nautilus!

[thebigsister]

I'm afraid I am not who you think I am.

[She sounds vaguely amused. And somewhat curious about this little man.]

My name is Eleanor Lamb. Who's Nautilus?

[isthatashortjoke]

Eleanor Lamb? [He repeated as if searching his thoughts before looking up with a frown on his glowing eyes.]

No, I suppose you're not then.

Nautilus is one of the comrades I've fought alongside and against in the past... Oddly enough he wears something almost exactly the same to that... even makes the same sounds... Though his voice is much deeper of course.

[thebigsister]

Ah. I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was. It sounds like you'd be happy to see someone from your world.

[Still not sure how that works but, okay!]

Library

[bloodbrothers]

[ It's the rhythmic thudding that disrupts his reading-- while it might have lulled some-- Loki finds it irritates him briefly before spurning curiosity forth in his mind. Snapping the book closed he pushes up from the table he was sitting at, hands settling idle at his side as he prowled toward the door. The sound of his own steps, in contrast, is silent. He had not trained so many years to forget such simple things even in captivity-- aside from that he was curious what could be making such a noise.

His lips purse into a thoughtful line but unlike others he is not quick to fight when there are still words allowed to him. ]

Dare I ask what you're doing?

[thebigsister]

Exploring.

[Eleanor shrugs, arms hanging somewhat listlessly at her sides, as if weighted down. She's practiced the posture enough the mannerisms come to her second nature by now.]

I don't believe I have met you before, however.

[bloodbrothers]

[ A curious little thing she is, but he isn't one to comment, children behave in odd ways-- it's something he knows all too well, even if he had never been especially fond of them. ]

No, we have not met, as I have not been here long.

[thebigsister]

[The figure shrugs again, head bobbing in a nod. Aside from vaguely looming, the suit tended to make subtle gestures an impossibility.]

Ah, I see. Perhaps I should introduce myself?

[She sounds amused.]

I'm Eleanor Lamb. I spend my days exploring the Tower, but I promise I do not wish you ill, so long as you return the sentiment.

on the stairs somewhere

[capax_infiniti]

[It's strange to hear such heavy metal sounds, and it reminds him of armour, stiff metal clanking on stone, a moment snatched away.

Of course, there's little reason for any of the apprentices to wear their armour here. Do any of the others even know such a thing exists? Does anyone else here even have armour?

He homes in on the source of the sound, turning to investigate, his curiosity piqued.]

[thebigsister]

[She knows someone's following her, the tingle in the base of her neck giving away the moment someone's looking for her. But it's not hostile, she thinks. And she has no intentions of making it hostile. So she stops on the steps and turns back to wait.]

[capax_infiniti]

[It doesn't take long for him to find her, especially after she's stopped. He's in no hurry though, taking his usual measured pace, hands clasped behind his back.

When he does see the source of the sound, though, he stops, taking a moment to look her over curiously, luminescent yellow eyes boring into her as though he can see right inside.]

[lethechained]

[Were Naminé not familiar with Eleanor's... peculiar appearance by now, she'd likely be a bit distressed to look up the stairs she'd intended to ascend and find herself faced with such company. As it is, her eyes widen slightly, then she smiles, just a little.]

Oh, Eleanor.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor comes to a stop, headtilting at her roommate.]

Hello, Naminé.

[lethechained]

[The blonde's own head tilts ever so slightly in response, her smile growing. There's been a lot on her mind lately, so it's not without an effort, but...]

Hello. Keeping an eye on things?

[thebigsister]

As always, yes.

[The head bobs, and Eleanor sounds amused.]

I don't want any surprises, now that the Tower is... supposedly back to normal.