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towerofanimus2012-07-10 05:04 pm
hardbody) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-10 05:04 pm
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SO YOU FEEL ENTITLED TO A SENSE OF CONTROL
Characters: Zelgadis Greywords & you, perhaps
Setting: Room 3-06, then various places in the Tower
Format: Action
Summary: There's a new ... chimera ... in town, and he's wandering about in a (grumpy, frustrated) daze
[He's woken up; he's recovered from the paralysis; he's read the letters. Now he's standing by what is, ostensibly, his bed now, trying to recover from shock and dismay. To be honest, he doesn't believe that his world's been destroyed for a second--or perhaps he just refuses to believe it. Doing so would mean accepting a reality in which the Monster race got what it wanted, after all, and that just couldn't be tolerated.
It was rapidly clear that very little was tolerable about his new circumstances, in fact. He paces the room in agitation, noting its features, questioning whoever happens to come in or already be there.]
[This floor looks promising. He'll be wandering the stacks, searching for information, and occasionally sitting down with a book that looks relevant or interesting. While he quickly realizes that nothing here actually illuminates his situation, he keeps paging through the books anyway. This is obviously a new world, with its own strange history and rules, and maybe he can find SOMETHING of use here, even if it's not specifically about the tower.]
[Ugh. Oatmeal.
Zelgadis pulls down his hood and takes off his mask to eat this gruel, frowning suspiciously the entire time.]
Setting: Room 3-06, then various places in the Tower
Format: Action
Summary: There's a new ... chimera ... in town, and he's wandering about in a (grumpy, frustrated) daze
[He's woken up; he's recovered from the paralysis; he's read the letters. Now he's standing by what is, ostensibly, his bed now, trying to recover from shock and dismay. To be honest, he doesn't believe that his world's been destroyed for a second--or perhaps he just refuses to believe it. Doing so would mean accepting a reality in which the Monster race got what it wanted, after all, and that just couldn't be tolerated.
It was rapidly clear that very little was tolerable about his new circumstances, in fact. He paces the room in agitation, noting its features, questioning whoever happens to come in or already be there.]
[This floor looks promising. He'll be wandering the stacks, searching for information, and occasionally sitting down with a book that looks relevant or interesting. While he quickly realizes that nothing here actually illuminates his situation, he keeps paging through the books anyway. This is obviously a new world, with its own strange history and rules, and maybe he can find SOMETHING of use here, even if it's not specifically about the tower.]
[Ugh. Oatmeal.
Zelgadis pulls down his hood and takes off his mask to eat this gruel, frowning suspiciously the entire time.]
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[ sorry zel your question is temporarily lost to 'what the hell!!' ]
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Oh dear. How did he even... [ WAS IT XELLOS? you can see her coming to this conclusion by her bristling... ]
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[ She was only vaguely familiar with Lina and company's track record of saving the world. ]
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speaking of, though- Filia takes the seat across Zelgadis and leans forward on the table, hands folding together.
It is Serious Business time. ]
How desperate have you ever seen Miss Lina get?
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[after she takes her seat, he thinks for a moment ... there was that time she nearly destroyed the world to save Gourry.]
... pretty desperate.
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This place has pushed her to it.
[ some expansion would probably help, huh ]
Last month, the power supporting this tower went missing, along with a great number of other people taken from their worlds. Food was scarce, the temperature swung from sweltering hot to terribly cold, and the monsters that lurk in the darkness grew bolder.
Apparently the people who went missing were used in a competition... I don't know the details, but all of this combined seemed to lead Miss Lina to the thought that destruction would be preferable to enduring the twisted whims of our keepers.
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