[03] || [Dark Times] || [Open]

[the_white_rider]

Characters: Gandalf and you
Setting: The Libraries, Floor Twelve, Meadow and Anywhere Else.
Format: Action for a start, but will follow.
Summary: Gandalf reappears two weeks after the Whale Accident ended (he had mysteriously disappeared a few days after the Whale Event started). He's going to linger mostly around the libraries and smoke his favorite brand of weed to relax, feel free to poke him or speak to him.
Warnings: None for now, will update if something comes up.


Floor Nineteen (Library)
[ Gandalf is roaming through the ruins of the Research Library, picking up some of the ruined books on the ground at times- Quickly looking through them before putting them down. He is clearly looking both saddened and bothered by the destruction that happened during the attack- And he had a front seat to witness it all.

It looks as though he's looking for something specific, maybe something he lost. Or maybe he's just looking for clues as to the true nature of what happened. ]


Floor Three (Library)
[ The White Wizard is not reading any book in this library. No, instead he is writing in a book, a quite large one at that. He started working on this book since his early days in the tower, in order to record all of his findings about the tower, in order to write out all of his theories.

This could come in handy in case he was to disappear from this tower, someday. It had happened once before, it could happen again. But at least, a trace of his discoveries and theories would be left behind. He had done well to hide the book and protect it with a few spells; the book had gone through the attack undamaged. He was about to hide it once more, but before doing so he needed to quickly add a few more of his thoughts, discoveries and theories.

Gandalf doesn't bother to hide as he does so. After all very few people frequent the library and even if someone was to see this- The book is written in a language that most people in the tower cannot read. Three people at most can, and he knows them. Yet, the title of the chapter he is currently writing, and only the title, can be clearly read in the common tongue: ]

"Of the Fëar and Hröar (Souls and Bodies)"


Floor Twelve
[ Very often Gandalf would come on the Twelfth Floor and quietly stared at the terrible scenery depicting the end of countless worlds. It was terrible, but it helped him focus and think, to ponder about the situation. To develop and research into theories.

This floor was certainly in a sorry state after what happened, but even so you will find Gandalf there, quietly staring at the scenery all while smoking some of his favorite pipe-weed. It helps to relax and focus, really.

If you're unlucky, you may happen to come when the smoke he exhales takes a whale shape. Irony also helps to focus. ]


Floor Twenty-Five (Meadow)
[ The meadow is clearly not in a good shape, and not the pleasant sight it usually is, not the comforting place it used to be for people wanting to forget would it be only for a minute the horrors of the tower.

Yet you will find Gandalf there at Nightfall, walking around and looking for a very particular kind of plant that, hopefully managed to avoid being crushed by the monsters, but there is not much hope. ]


Anywhere Else
[ You may find he White Wizard pretty much anywhere around the tower on that day, with his staff in hand. Be it a destroyed floor or one that managed to avoid destruction, Gandalf may be lurking around. He'll be moving a lot, but he'll stop to at least get a proper meal. ]

Comments

[warriorscribe]

*He doesn't know that, though - as far as he knows, Gandalf is another old man who only believes himself to have seniority. He's had to keep up the 30-something social facade for centuries and to be honest, his patience for it has begun to wear thin.

But this much of what Gandalf is saying is true, and Enoch lowers his head. He knows. He's gambling on something so blatant being false, and it seems foolish.

Even if some of it is simply not wanting to believe it, there is sincerity in what he's voiced, too.*

You're right. And that they... *He raises a hand to his collar, fingering one of the blue-filled tubes.* ...prey on what must stabilize us here...

But it still seems too strange to me, that no one hears a stranger, even hearing the same phantom.

[the_white_rider]

[ He nods when Enoch shows the collars then pause before speaking again. ]

If the phantoms are conduits of amalgam of many souls, it is logical you would hear the soul of one you know. They would be drawn to you rather than to a stranger.

Trust me, i'd like to be wrong.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch shakes his head - not quite what he meant.*

I meant...two people listening to one phantom only hear one voice, when the phantom is speaking with two. And our hosts do not hear nothing at all, they hear indistinct whispers, again, without hearing what anyone else hears.

I want to make sense of these first. I want to clear all doubt before I decide something is the case.

*Emotion wrapped in logic wrapped in emotion...or maybe it's more like "entwined with".*

[the_white_rider]

It would fall to logic our hosts hear no one but indistinct whispers- The souls are there, but not bound to any of them in special ways. That of our friends are bound to us in such special ways.

[ He pauses and nods. ]

I do not have all the answers yet, I probably never will. But I do hope you will find the answers to your questions.

[warriorscribe]

But we do not hear whispers to signify any voices we do not hear, but others do.

*He spent three centuries searching for a tower that the rest of the world was mostly convinced did not exist. He has clinging to the exception to the rule down to an art by now.*

[the_white_rider]

Because the others do not have anyone close to them trapped in them, one can assume then the default is to hear whispers.

We though, have plenty of people close to use trapped away, we don't have to hear whispers,only those who try and reach at us.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch can only nod mutely. He doesn't like that the only person who could have potentially found answers is Jason. But it's a matter of either putting faith in such a loathsome man's research or completely losing faith that those he cares for most might still be well somewhere, somehow.

If the phantoms really were their loved ones, and they needed whatever in the collars stabilized them here, then...it was clear they couldn't keep it. Not even everything in his collar even made a change to the phantom before him. If it had, surely someone would have taken notice. If it could, surely Jason would have easily found so and the talk of research on the phantoms would be a moot point.

And that...if they were truly what Gandalf believed them to be, that would be all they had to affect them...*