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towerofanimus2011-08-20 06:12 pm
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Characters: Tim Drake and YOU (yes, you)
Setting: Library
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Summary: Newbie having something like a quiet mental breakdown in the library. Approach him during any part of his information gathering.
Warnings: None.
[As soon as Tim had arrived in the tower, he was determined to find out why he was brought here. Sorry, but he's not buying anything about his world being destroyed. He's helped save it far too many times to accept that.
So, the only logical place to go (besides interrogating various workers and other kidnapped people) is the library. Unfortunately, there was no section on the history of this place or even other worlds, so now Tim is striding quickly through the aisles of bookshelves, pulling books down at random to hold in his arms. That's not all of them, though -- just outside one of the aisles is a group of stacked books, unnecessarily high, where Tim is dumping them all.
Eventually, he sits cross-legged in the middle of all the stacks and starts to flip through the books at speed, skimming them for information. He doesn't particularly care if he looks odd; it seems like a good portion of the people here are just as curious about this place as he is.
As he reaches the end of a rather thick encyclopedia, he discards it a bit roughly and groans to himself.]
Oh, come on, there has to be something useful hidden in one of these books.
Setting: Library
Format: Brackets but feel free to use prose.
Summary: Newbie having something like a quiet mental breakdown in the library. Approach him during any part of his information gathering.
Warnings: None.
[As soon as Tim had arrived in the tower, he was determined to find out why he was brought here. Sorry, but he's not buying anything about his world being destroyed. He's helped save it far too many times to accept that.
So, the only logical place to go (besides interrogating various workers and other kidnapped people) is the library. Unfortunately, there was no section on the history of this place or even other worlds, so now Tim is striding quickly through the aisles of bookshelves, pulling books down at random to hold in his arms. That's not all of them, though -- just outside one of the aisles is a group of stacked books, unnecessarily high, where Tim is dumping them all.
Eventually, he sits cross-legged in the middle of all the stacks and starts to flip through the books at speed, skimming them for information. He doesn't particularly care if he looks odd; it seems like a good portion of the people here are just as curious about this place as he is.
As he reaches the end of a rather thick encyclopedia, he discards it a bit roughly and groans to himself.]
Oh, come on, there has to be something useful hidden in one of these books.
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So, do you have any idea what we're doing here?
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Clearly our captors are malicious, and our worlds have not been destroyed. That's just rubbish. Absolute and total rubbish. But anyway, our captors. They had--have a plan, but they're clearly unprepared. There was a power outage a few days ago, monsters arrived, voices haunted, called, tricked trapped children and adults alike. The voice drew you in, straight to your death. It could be the voice of someone living, someone dead, someone you love, someone you hate, but it will do what it can to entice you. Don't listen, under any circumstances, or you will die.
Now, what kind of benevolent rescuer lets something like that happen?
They don't.
But, what kind of captor lets their captives die?
They don't.
Something is wrong and does not add up.
I met a young boy not too long ago, who is working with the captors. He's unaware of the dangers, and claims the group wishes to protect us. My conversation with him was brief, before his communication signal was cut by someone, or something, else.
I hate to say this, but I suspect we're a controlled experiment. Lab rats in a deadly maze.
'Course I won't allow things to stay this way. They sealed their fate the moment they took a child from his family.
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The voices. Are they still here?
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On a related note, I am staying in Room 1-04. If you ever need anything, anything at all, do not hesitate to come find me. I will never turn you away, or think less of you for doing so. [have a hair ruffle, Tim dear]
Do you have any other questions? I will do my very best to answer them.
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I'm in room 1-06, actually. I might come visit sometime. --If you don't mind, I mean.
Can't we investigate the voices? Figure out what's controlling them and how.
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Ah, Minato and I attempted to investigate during the blackout, but the voices are strange...they're very personal. Each person hears something different, and they don't seem to have a distinct source. If they reappear, I will be sure to let you know. Just don't go looking around on your own, alright?
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No one is going it alone here, understand? And if I catch you trying to, I'll be very cross.
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You must know that I won't let you go it alone.
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Then if you see someone in a cape, I'm sure they'll appreciate a hand.
1/...I'm sorry for doing this in your post a million times.
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Works alone.
Obvious signs of a fighter.
Claims to be unafraid.]
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SUPERHERO]
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DONE
Oh man that is so cool! You have a cape? I've always wanted a cape! I suppose I could get one, but River would shoot it. She does that, you know, shoots the things I love. Like my Fez and my Stetson and and and--
But on topic! You're a superhero! Do you have superpowers? Or are you like Batman? No powers, no kill, yes cool. With all the night and the robins and the gravely voice and the capes. Very awesome. I always liked him best. Does what he has to, even if people hate him for it. Good man. After my own heart...s. 'Course I'm not much like Batman, more like Gandalf, only less beardy. [MAKES LONG BEARD MOTION] 'suppose I could grow one, but I'm afraid River would shoot that too, and well...Beard is on my face, bullets would go on my face...not fun! Very much unfun, actually.
But you! You could grow a beard! You're a superhero!
...Don't grow a beard. You're more a Batman than a Gandalf.
NEVER STOP
You know Batman and Robin? [Is he fictional in his world like the Doctor is fictional in his? This is bizarre. He makes sure to lower his voice.] I was Robin.
And I would appreciate it if you didn't let the whole library know.
<3
[LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO YELL but doesn't] Ooooooh, right, it's a secret. Secrety secret identity.
You look different in real life, you know. The hair's floppier, the eyes are bluer, and slightly farther apart. The face is a different shape. Actually. You look completely different. Same basic traits, but distinctly separate.[squints] I think the name's wrong too. The t.v one was a color. Redson. Blueson. Blackson. Greenson--Grayson. That's it. I remember.
--wait. Was? Why was? Are you not anymore?
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Movies and TV shows? Are they good?
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...the quality varies! Ups and downs. Goods and bads. Always like them, though, I do.
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You seem a little too happy to be a Batman fan.
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I'm not a good man, and I'm not invincible.
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So you've only seen up to the tenth then, eh? I'll try to avoid the spoilers, as River would say.
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I don't mind spoilers. It's not like I'll be able to watch the new episodes anytime soon.
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