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towerofanimus2012-07-30 10:50 pm
dubiousdisc) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-30 10:50 pm
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FIIRST GEAR ♊ savior of the waking world
Characters: Anonlux and YOU.
Setting: Assorted places around the dorms, cafeteria, and media floor.
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: The tower adds one very confused nullblood to its extensive arsenal.
Warnings: Not... many? Possibly language, but that's about it.
[Dorm levels]
As of that moment, Sollux Captor was probably the only person who didn’t know the story – another weird alien kid, waking up in an empty room garnished for four, in a jumpsuit that he definitely hadn’t fallen asleep in. If he had fallen asleep at all… yeah, no he hadn’t. If he could hiss at the light hitting his eyes, he would have; god, where were his glasses? Nowhere on his face, he could be sure. Sollux would have really liked the sleep paralysis to be spent checking out his surroundings, but it passed with his eyes burning instead; so when it finally ended, he all but jumped to his feet. All four wardrobes were empty, as were three of the trunks. In the fourth he found some of his own possessions, and yes – right on top, his glasses. Sollux wasted no time in putting them on.
He took his time getting out of the room. It seemed not everything was in his trunk; a disappointment, to be sure, but he could deal. At the very least, his bracelets were there, as was his sword and a few throwing stars. There was also his tablet there, and almost out of habit, he tried booting it up; Internet was gone. Dead. He dropped it back on top of the spare clothes and turned his attention back to the weaponry. Equipping it all in his distressingly empty sylladex (except for the bracelets, which obviously went around his wrists), Sollux pitched out into the great big unknown, opening some of the doors on the five floors that seemed to make up this dormitory complex. They were all more or less like his, though not all of them were unoccupied.
[Cafeteria]
The expectation was that he would reach the bottom floor, find the front desk, and inquire as to what the actual fuck was going on here. As it turned out, a front desk did not exist. After bugging random people for random reasons, he reached the first dormitory level to find that the staircase? It kept going. It kept going a lot. Not about to run on down the god-knows-how-many floors to the bottom, Sollux hopped onto the nearby elevator, and pressed the only button available – labeled ‘1’. Lobby? Had to be, considering this was obviously a tower.
…It wasn’t a lobby. Not even close.
As usual, he inspected the place for a little while, feeling the walls and looking under tables and wandering all over the place. From the way he was acting, it didn’t take much detective work to figure out that he was the fresh meat. But eventually he did find his way over to the counter, and the suspicions were confirmed as he was immediately handed a bowl of oatmeal and told to eat.
He said he would and took it back to an empty table, prodding at it with a spoon. Instincts told him never to deny free food, but he still had no idea what was going on past those worthless little letters; they mentioned eating down here, but should he? Was it poisoned with something? Wary, he decided to sit in his corner and watch others eat instead. He would be able to survey them better that way; if anyone else was eating the oatmeal and not a writhing mess on the floor, then he would take his chances.
Seemed like no one would touch it, though… odd…
[Media room]
And then no one was surprised.
Sollux was immediately pulled away from his adventure back up the tower. The movies and music were almost completely ignored, in favor of the video game shelf; there was nothing handheld here, but he didn’t complain. Console games were a very rare commodity to someone with no actual home. He noticed the differences in otherwise-recognizable series, but only vaguely; most of them had humans on the cover, so they probably weren’t from his world.
Next thing he knows, it’s god-knows-what PM and he’s still playing this shit. So much for exploring the tower.
Setting: Assorted places around the dorms, cafeteria, and media floor.
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: The tower adds one very confused nullblood to its extensive arsenal.
Warnings: Not... many? Possibly language, but that's about it.
[Dorm levels]
As of that moment, Sollux Captor was probably the only person who didn’t know the story – another weird alien kid, waking up in an empty room garnished for four, in a jumpsuit that he definitely hadn’t fallen asleep in. If he had fallen asleep at all… yeah, no he hadn’t. If he could hiss at the light hitting his eyes, he would have; god, where were his glasses? Nowhere on his face, he could be sure. Sollux would have really liked the sleep paralysis to be spent checking out his surroundings, but it passed with his eyes burning instead; so when it finally ended, he all but jumped to his feet. All four wardrobes were empty, as were three of the trunks. In the fourth he found some of his own possessions, and yes – right on top, his glasses. Sollux wasted no time in putting them on.
He took his time getting out of the room. It seemed not everything was in his trunk; a disappointment, to be sure, but he could deal. At the very least, his bracelets were there, as was his sword and a few throwing stars. There was also his tablet there, and almost out of habit, he tried booting it up; Internet was gone. Dead. He dropped it back on top of the spare clothes and turned his attention back to the weaponry. Equipping it all in his distressingly empty sylladex (except for the bracelets, which obviously went around his wrists), Sollux pitched out into the great big unknown, opening some of the doors on the five floors that seemed to make up this dormitory complex. They were all more or less like his, though not all of them were unoccupied.
[Cafeteria]
The expectation was that he would reach the bottom floor, find the front desk, and inquire as to what the actual fuck was going on here. As it turned out, a front desk did not exist. After bugging random people for random reasons, he reached the first dormitory level to find that the staircase? It kept going. It kept going a lot. Not about to run on down the god-knows-how-many floors to the bottom, Sollux hopped onto the nearby elevator, and pressed the only button available – labeled ‘1’. Lobby? Had to be, considering this was obviously a tower.
…It wasn’t a lobby. Not even close.
As usual, he inspected the place for a little while, feeling the walls and looking under tables and wandering all over the place. From the way he was acting, it didn’t take much detective work to figure out that he was the fresh meat. But eventually he did find his way over to the counter, and the suspicions were confirmed as he was immediately handed a bowl of oatmeal and told to eat.
He said he would and took it back to an empty table, prodding at it with a spoon. Instincts told him never to deny free food, but he still had no idea what was going on past those worthless little letters; they mentioned eating down here, but should he? Was it poisoned with something? Wary, he decided to sit in his corner and watch others eat instead. He would be able to survey them better that way; if anyone else was eating the oatmeal and not a writhing mess on the floor, then he would take his chances.
Seemed like no one would touch it, though… odd…
[Media room]
And then no one was surprised.
Sollux was immediately pulled away from his adventure back up the tower. The movies and music were almost completely ignored, in favor of the video game shelf; there was nothing handheld here, but he didn’t complain. Console games were a very rare commodity to someone with no actual home. He noticed the differences in otherwise-recognizable series, but only vaguely; most of them had humans on the cover, so they probably weren’t from his world.
Next thing he knows, it’s god-knows-what PM and he’s still playing this shit. So much for exploring the tower.
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[Stupid stupid dumb.]
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We have nothing to burn it with either.
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Besides, wasn't there a kitchen on that bottom floor? Gotta be something flammable in there.
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[OH GOD THEY'RE WATCHING THEY'RE WATCHING THEY'RE-- yeah no he's not that paranoid. Instead, Sollux looks back down at the carpet again, and slowly steps away from the mess of stains.]
In that case, let's bounce.
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[ Karkat's wandering over to the game shelf... and ripping games and tossing them. next... he goes over and does the same to the movies. scattering them about.
when satisfied by the mess? that's when he's walking towards Sollux again. ]
I've got a kit in my respiteblock.
[ always prepared. ]
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Which block's yours?
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[ a pause as Karkat is starting to pretty much sprint. he's adding this as an after thought. ]
Even though you seem to be a douchebag in every iteration, I'm sorry for being a raving asshole.
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[He does not turn around.]
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Do I even want to know what sort of fucked up existence this other Karkat has?
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[ more than what he can say for the Sollux he knows.
reaching the respiteblock, Karkat dives inside, shedding his shirt and tossing it aside. it will be hand washed later. for now he's digging into his trunk, pulling out the med kit and an extra shirt. ]
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[Room's empty, good. Sollux shuts the door behind them. There are several drops of blood on his own shirt, as well, but he's not about to go back out there for a clean one. Not yet. ...He has a question to ask first.]
So, you got me. How's the Sollux Captor on the legitimate end of the hemospectrum?
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Mustard blood with powerful psionic abilities. Raging douchebag with an obsession with duality. Bipolar bulgesucker and my best friend.
[ he rips open a package for himself now, brows furrowing as he dabs his lip. ]
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Mustardblood, huh? [And then, quieter:] Poor bastard.
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[ Karkat might have been. then again, he knows of a cerulean version of himself... and Karkat thinks the asshole is a douchebag and should be avoided at all cost. ]
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But considering what happened to my mustardblood, I wouldn't want to be in his place any time soon.
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So. What happened?
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[He finishes patching himself up and tosses the supplies back to Karkat.]
You know the yellowblood settlements siphon troll psionics to use as energy? They do. Vriska's the generator.
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Vriska. Dangerously overconfident? Oh no. However could that be.
She's our resident cerulean blood with freaky mind control powers that she never uses responsibly. Bluh bluh huge bitch.
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[He honestly never knew her before she got captured, though, so there you are.]
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