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

[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...?