I: Let's rock this joint.

[earthless]

Characters: The Lingering Will & the tower of schmucks (that's you)
Setting: Room 5-02, and then anywhere where it would be especially amusing to notice wait is that somebody in a suit of armor
Format: Starting action, I'll match what you post with.
Summary: The Will is awake, your shit is wrecked room 5-02 is a sitcom waiting to happen
Warnings: I am summarily bad at coming up with warnings, but as nothing jumps out, I would say 'none.'

[Sup, room 5-02, one of your occupants seems to have last went to sleep wearing a suit of armor, from the sight of a ridiculous rabbit-eared helmet resting against a pillow, with the cover pulled up to near their neck.

Oh well actually it seems that sight lasted a total of five seconds, because Sir Armor Clad surged up from the bed in a flurry of dramatically tossed aside covers and the sound of metal in motion.

Seriously what the hell.]


LATER (after getting rid of that bodysuit like a particularly loathsome sack of rocks):

[Huh. That sure is a suit of armor with a violet collar looming around.

Weird.]

Comments

[verismo]

...!?!?!?

[Oh my god what the hell he had just returned from his exploring.]

[earthless]

<sub>[You picked some rather poor timing there, Kyousuke. His stellar example of a roommate's attention is caught - they cross their arms expectantly, 'face' turned in his direction.

It seems they'd like an explanation from the first person readily available.]</sub>

[verismo]

Er... yes...?

[How does he talk properly again.]

[earthless]

...

<sub>[..that unsaid question is valid for the both of them. Speech is a rather tenuous matter at best - while in fact, moving should be more difficult, but isn't so.

Hey Kyousuke the guy in the armor still isn't saying anything.]</sub>

[verismo]

Um... Do... you need an explanation?

[Please nod, please do anything for him to know that he's listening...!]

[earthless]

Yes.

<sub>[It probably would've been better for Kyousuke's nerves if he'd just nodded - when the armor finally speaks, it's in an unnatural voice that thrums through the metal comprising it.

But hey, successful communication!]</sub>

[verismo]

[...Okay, he can talk, great! So, *insert one explanation of the tower minus the destroyed world part since he thinks that it's impossible for a world to die out suddenly*]

...Did you get all that?

meadow because the mental image is beautiful

[keybearer]

[...That sure is a suit of armor looming in a meadow, even.

Okay, that's weird. Weird enough for Riku to approach. After all, he's a curious guy.]

So, what's with the armor?

[earthless]

<sub>[You interrupted him in the middle of menacing a particularly evil patch of flowers, Riku. How could you.

...is that really him? That boy... the one he'd passed the Keyblade onto, so long ago, the one he chose. It's an old memory, but a strong one - this must be him.

Whatever this tower was, it had drawn a Keybearer here...]</sub>

...You're him.

_{[It's not quite a proper voice he has, but he had to say something, little as it was. To give a sign of recognition.]}

[keybearer]

Him?

[That's kind of vague. Then again, maybe he's missing something here. It's not like he's ever bumped into talking armor before. Still, Riku's willing to watch and listen. Let it soak in.]

And you are?

RNG says Floor 4

[forceless]

[You're walking around one day and-- actually Ven was just kind of chilling in front of one of the big glass walls, staring out. Goddamn stir crazy was starting to get worse.

He lingered there for a moment before letting out an indignant huff and turning away and-- then there was...Terra? In armor?]

Terra? What're you doing here?

[earthless]

...

<sub>[He would be speechless right now even if he wasn't nearly speechless on a good day anyway.

Ending up in a strange world like this after who knows how long in the Keyblade Graveyard? That was an enigma to seek out to solve, because someone would have to be responsible for dredging up something so well forgotten - but when he'd stalked into the floor and seen Ven standing there, looking like a day hadn't even passed...

He'd been in inaction until Ven turned to see him, because no amount of running scenarios through your head can prepare for moments like this. When the name 'Terra' hits the air, though, he slowly closes the distance between them, steps ponderous with meaning.]</sub>

[forceless]

[Terra wasn't usually this quiet; he was more calm then Ven himself, sure, but he wasn't more composed than Master Eraqus. And he was acting like a rock compared to Master Eraqus. The concern was growing visible on his face.]

Terra? Is everything OK?

[He didn't make any move to avoid or get away from the other's approach at least, simply standing there with a frown.]

[earthless]

...Ven.

_{[It's Terra's armor, and they clearly recognize him - but that's not Terra's voice. It's like what you'd get if the wind blew harshly through something heavy and metallic, which is pretty much exactly what it is but it's definitely a word, all the same. Ven's name.]}

It's been... a long time.

[forceless]

Wha--?!

[The sound caused him to jump on reflex. That definitely wasn't Terra's voice, he wasn't even sure if the voice sounded human. But whatever had made that noise knew his name.]

What... What happened?! [Was it really Terra?]

[earthless]

<sub>[...In lieu of explaining his state by faltering words, he knocks his knuckles against his chest - the sound indicates the armor is completely empty.

That's what happened.]</sub>

[forceless]

[That

what

just

Ven visibly jumped at that, even let out a small yelp of surprise.] What the--?! Huh?!

[404 error system reboot???]

keeping up a consistent narration style is hard

[earthless]

<sub>[okay we got a little bro blue screen of deathing here gotta take decisive action, stat

somehow it seems like the hand-on-shoulder technique won't be enough for this one, but let's try it anyway

can't dig the hole deeper, right]</sub>

consistency is for squares

[forceless]

[He jolted a little when the...ar...mor.... rested its hands on his shoulder. The familiarity itself was almost comforting but-- the lightness of it was not only very unsettling, but incredibly upsetting.

It's enough to ground his thought process again at least, as he tries to look up at the armor and gulp down the mounting fear and concern and worry and paranoia and all that other bad stuff and act like the Master Keybearer he aspires to one day be.]

W-What... What happened to you...?

some hallway on some floor somewhere idk and idc

[restitchtime]

[Rose is just walking through the Tower like a normal kidnapped girl when someone in a fucking suit of armor comes walking by the other way. it's enough to turn her head and elicit an eyebrow raise before she calls out to it]

Hey, Sir Galahad. Didn't anybody tell you that shit's going to do fuck and all in keeping you safe around here?

see that's my kind of setting description -

[earthless]

<sub>[Sir Galahad abruptly stops in his tracks, despite an initial inclination to just brush off the snark as something to ignore.

They don't turn, but they speak - and it doesn't sound like it should be words, this hollow sound of air through metal, but it's understandable as them all the same.]</sub>

...This world. It's dangerous?

_{[The thought of coming to personal harm he could have laughed off - but where worlds were threatened, there were people responsible for the threat.]}

it's pretty much the best ever

[restitchtime]

About as dangerous as they can make it. People don't call it torture tower just for kicks.

[she's spoken with stranger things, so the aloof response doesn't bother her too much. it's easier to deal with, actually.]

[earthless]

<sub>['Torture Tower' IS one of the more ominous world names he's heard of.

Now how to succinctly ask what turned this world so dangerous...]</sub>

...At who's fault is it?...

[restitchtime]

[she shrugs a little] Nobody's really keen on giving reliable information, but at the moment it's looking like our fake saviors have been behind pretty much every shitstorm to date.