the first storm

[justruns]

Characters: [01] The Fierce Deity and his roommates ; [02] the Fierce Deity and YOU
Setting: [01] Room 2-12 ; [02] throughout the Tower
Format: I'll start with prose, but I'll match you in comments
Summary: [01] The Fierce Deity arrives. [02] Time to explore and find out what the hell.
Warnings: n/a thus far. (Please fill out this permission post!)


[ room 02-12 ]
Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.

... No.

He crumples the piece of paper in his hand, eyes narrowed. The world has not ended. Termina is not dead. He knows that she called down the moon (to spite him), but the world was in limbo. He remembers. The world was waiting. The world is not dead.

He looks down at his fist. Flesh and bone... Mm. How? It is his own form; he is not borrowing another's, or visa versa. There is not second mind whispering beside his.

I saved you.

He scoffs, and stands. He eyes the trunks at the foot of the beds, then approaches his own. When he opens it and surveys what is within, he is... satisfied. His armor. His instrument. Much more acceptable than the white jumpsuit he has awoken in. He promptly re-dresses. The instrument remains in the trunk.

Let's all be happy here.

... That will remain to be seen. He, for one, will not be holding his breath.


[ the tower ]
Bizarre architecture and misshapen monsters. Dangerous floors and safe havens. The place may not be Termina, but to him, it seems that not much about the Tower is different. He cuts down monsters without care whenever they attack. He is not as strong as he would like to be, and deep down, it troubles him.

He deals with this by seeking out the hostile beasts and testing his abilities. Pushing them. Weakness is not something he is used to. It is not something he is willing to accept. There are many monsters here that prove a challenge to him; he does not think for a moment that this is because they are stronger than average. He merely assumes that it is because he is not as skilled as he once was.

When he is not battling, he is exploring. Searching. The basic concepts are not different from Termina, but everything is still new. He must familiarize himself with this new territory. He does not expect to spend much time in this tower, but it would still not do to be ignorant of his new surroundings.

(In truth, he does not know what to do with himself. Being on the move eases his restlessness, if only slightly. Perhaps, he will find information. Answers. Purpose.)

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02-12

[absolute_perception]

Elian looked up from his reading of various plants, fungi and mosses spurred on by his talk with Shion sometime prior. The newcomer caught his attention as his child-like blinked in relief.

"Welcome." He said softly before he looked to Shion and Reno. "It appears we are now at full capacity once more."

[justruns]

The Fierce Deity makes a quick inventory. Three others. Male. Two look young. No immediate threats. The children are the ones that show the most obvious interest, which piques his attention about the adult.

As he opens his mouth to reply, he realizes that these are the first words he has spoken ever since the Song. This gives him pause, but it does not last.

"Thank you," he says. His voice is measured, deep. Rasping. He finishes adjusting the straps of his armor.

Your world has been destroyed.

"Is it true?" The question hangs in the air for a moment before he remembers that he didn't specify. He picks up the crumpled note and holds it up, not bothering to unfold it.

[midgarhorizon]

Reno just shook his head, giving a smile that certainly didn't reach his eyes. "Yep." Then he closed his eyes and rolled over on his side, facing the wall.

It was the same story Reno had heard a million times. He just wasn't all that interested in watching it one more time- rest was a far more valuable commodity.

[savedbyasong]

Shion glanced at Reno, a little concerned, but then concentrated on their new roommate and nodded. "It is. I'm sorry. We're in a tower, it's not a good place. We can't get out, many attempts have been made."

That covered most of the initial questions people had, "I'm Shion, this is Reno," he waved a hand towards him and then smiled at Elian letting him introduce himself.

[absolute_perception]

Elian looked to Shion with a nod and turned his head to introduce himself to the new comer. "I am Elian. The letter, unfortunately, is a default that everyone here has received. I do not have any further explanation at this time to offer."

The diminutive Elian gave a small smile on his child-like face despite nearing his mid-teens. "You are welcome to ask us any questions, if no one else minds."

[justruns]

Questions? What is there to ask? Where to begin? The Fierce Deity's eyes settle on Reno's back, but only for a moment before they are moving back to the children. The blue-haired one feels... odd, to his magical senses.

They introduced themselves. Social protocol would dictate he did the same, wouldn't it? "I have gone by too many names," he says finally. "Call me whatever you wish. It matters to me not."

Time to move along to gathering information. "Who wrote the letter?"

[midgarhorizon]

"Zo." Reno's muffled response bounced off the wall, even as he closed his eyes and sighed, trying to block out the noise, maybe even drift off.

[savedbyasong]

"He's one of the people that brought us here. He's just a kid but the others are dangerous." Shion added to Reno's short answer.

"There must be one of your names we can call you!"

[midgarhorizon]

"Congrats. Your new name is Wingnut." The interruption was brief.

[absolute_perception]

Elian's brow raised. Reno's response was the first time he ever found about the author of the letters himself before his face screwed from the name. "I...think he's talking in his sleep."

whoop, my icons went out. bear with me for about a week

[justruns]

The Fierce Deity shrugs. "Even if so, 'Wingnut' is acceptable." He turns his gaze to Shion. "There are many of my names you may call me. Aiolus, Dius Fidus, Arma, Avatea, Aningan, Alignak, Perendi, Cocijo, Aktzin, Xevioso, Kahai. It does not matter which you choose."

Zo. A child. "Who are the others responsible for this?"

[savedbyasong]

"Reno!" Shion shook his head, not sure why Reno was in such a bad mood. He committed all the names to memory before answering the question, "There are four others, three men and a woman. Their names are Jason, Dax, Riki and Ruana."