towerofanimus | 1st Symphony

Who: Sona Buvelle and YOU!
Setting: All around the tower! Forward Dated to Sept. 14
Format: Starting action, will match
Summary: New to the tower, Sona starts to investigate!
Warnings: Sona cannot talk. Communication will be difficult. Otherwise, none to speak of!

Dormitory Levels

[Sona's daily to-do list is usually something along these lines: wake up, get ready, play the Etwahl for a while, fight on the Fields of Justice if needed, play more music, and maybe top of with a Pentakill concert. Throw some eating in there somewhere and it's any given day in the life of Sona. The following things were not on the list: wake up in a strange place in strange clothes, read a note claiming her world was destroyed, wonder how the hell her body even fit into this form-fitting bodusuit]

[But once she located her Etwahl - and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't been separated from it -it was time to venture forth. After all, there was no use complaining about the situation, especially when she didn't know what could be done about it]

[And so, having changed into her regular outfit, she roams the halls behind her instrument, hovering above the ground just slightly and gliding around as fingers expertly pluck at the strings, music filling the air and heralding her arrival]

All Around

[After her network post, it's time to wander! Everywhere Sona heads in the tower, she's heralded by the gentle tunes emerging from the Etwahl as it floats before her. It does stop for some time when she goes to eat the obligatory oatmeal, but other than that it follows her all around the tower. She eventually ends up in the music room, ignoring the other instruments in favor of her own. The music flows, but really, she's easily approachable. Will you do just that?]

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[The network? Well, that shouldn't be too hard to find if it's something convenient. She nods in understanding, trying (and failing) not to grin at the tiny mage's flustering. Mission accomplished]

[Splendid! And your room number? Mine is 1-17, should you ever need to find me.]

[If this place is as bad as he says, then it's best to take every precaution. Neither of them want to be caught out of position - a mistake like that can turn deadly very, very quickly]

[Okay, so maybe he had a genuine smile for once... Somehow? This meeting of fates in an unknown world with someone he could trust had suddenly given him a better feel for this fleeting feeling people call 'happy'.]

I'm in 1-02 with some rather odd folk... If they would keep their hands off my things it wouldn't be too bad.

I'll make sure to keep in contact and... well... if you want to explore together just seek me out as well.

[She smiles brightly as joyful notes ring out from the Etwahl]

[Of course! We're a team!]

[There's a slight hesitation in the music before the tune changes]

[... though it may be strange without the connection to a summoner.]

You know... I thought about that when I first arrived and spent many days simply seeing if there was any change... It just feels the same as it was before the League was formed.

But I guess after so much time working with them you sort of get used to that being called on a whim feeling.

[It's now that she's reminded just how different her life has been from that of the average Champion. She's no great force of nature, no warrior. She serves no military, and she's certainly not known for her destructive prowess. Sona isn't an inventor, the last of her kind, or the Master of Evil. She's a musician, and for a brief moment she can't help but feel a pang of isolation, even from her fellow Champions]

[Our lives before the League were very different. I've never fought outside of it.]

[Veigar narrowed his eyes and for a long moment looked deep in thought. The rise in power that could be felt surging to him was only outweighed by the sounds of resistance his gauntlet made at his grip tightening. After a few moments, he just let out a sigh.]

Everyone's life is different I suppose. And for as much as we can all claim to know the mysteries of life, we can't begin to understand what we all went and still go through.

Nonetheless, that doesn't mean that I don't value certain lives... I don't divulge what my past was like, and I tend to like it that way. But... there are always exceptions.

[Veigar looked away for a second before looking back at Sona a bit more calm.]

Did you make sure to eat that wretched and flavorless oatmeal? It's necessary in this place, at least when you first arrive.

[It's always a little frightening to see the Tiny Master of Evil become serious - at least serious in this sense, away from the fields of justice where he'd always give his all. And though she knows her 'words' are the reason for this shift, Sona can't help but play a calming melody in the background, hoping to soothe him at least a little]

[There's a wisdom in his words, and though they make her curious about the Yordle's past, she knows better than to ask. After all, there wasn't a single Champion in the League - not even those viewed as morally upright - who didn't have something they were keeping secret. Hidden]

[She shakes her head in response to his question, the tune changing in response]

[Not yet. I thought I might head there next.]

Ah, very well then...

I shall accompany you in this venture! That vile tasteless concoction is better eaten with support! I assume it's simply made that way to make you think twice on whether you'd like to be able to eat anything else or not!

Considering... you can't really eat anything else unless you've at least had it once.

[She smiles and nods at his declaration, glad for the company as she's still adjusting to her surroundings]

[It does lead to one very obvious question, though]

[Why is that? It seems strange, to force us to eat oatmeal first.]

[Veigar shrugs.]

Beats me, just know that trying to eat anything else without eating that confounded concoction just ends up out of you in the mist displeasing manner.

[Sona shudders at the thought and decides not to question it any further - if only to spare herself the horrible mental images. If she has to eat oatmeal, then she has to eat oatmeal. It could be worse!]

[Taking a few steps so that she's slightly behind Veigar, she looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to lead the way]

Right, so, uh, follow me! [Yes because taking charge and exclaiming their departure did not seem awkward at all, nope. At least not to the Tiny Master of Evil!

He led them at a good, relaxed pace towards the cafeteria where the goopy foe made it's home. The vile, tasteless, not-so-appetizing concoction! Then again.. he had worse while being a prisoner of Noxxus...]

[She does just that, following him all the way down, down, down, and then down a bit further to the cafeteria. She takes in as much as she can along the way, though there's only so much that can be seen from the staircase - and from the looks of some of the floors, that's probably working to her benefit in some cases]

[The cafeteria itself is nothing that special, which is actually sort of a relief. Before she knows it, the Maven has a bowl of oatmeal that she's not even sure how she obtained. She swears it just sort of... oatmeal'd at her somehow. Still, she'll do what she has to do and she tries her first spoonful of the stuff]

[The chord-smash of disgust is almost instantaneous]

[Veigar points at the bowl almost at the same time as the chord is struck in a dramatic manner!]

See! They make it that way on purpose! Knowing that maybe some poor sap will avoid eating it and then find out the hard way that they won't be able to keep anything else down until they consume this slop!

They are clever, I'll give them that.

1st Symphony - Intro!

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