[OPEN] I want, I want to finally meet you, something real to cling to

[disgracedvoid]

Characters: Darkleer and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-18, the Cafeteria, the Workshop, around the Tower.
Format: I'll start with Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Darkleer wakes up in an unusual place and goes about trying to find it in himself to care.
Warnings: Darkleer being a painfully polite, looming giant that keeps banging his horns into the ceiling.

[Lying back is awkward and a little unnatural for him. The bed creeks unpleasantly under his weight, as he looks around, frown deepening as he took stock of the unfamiliar surroundings as well as the strange white fabric on his skin. The collar causes a spam of annoyance that takes him five deep breaths to control, so by the time he's reading the letters, he finds himself more or less serene. Suspicious and more than a little indifferent, but serene. He explores the contents of his trunk, finding more relief in his wrench and his work rag, than the clothes or the armor or the bow. Though admittedly the bow and the arrows are a nice thing to have. After some considerations, he simply rips the white bodysuit off his person and proceeds to don the armor. If he was given weapons, it might have been for a reason.

So if you walk into 1-18, you will find him giving the final adjustments to the armor, quiver hanging off a belt to his side and Bow hooked on a leather strap on his back. And of course, the familiar, glowing helmet that obscures his eyes. He's slouching a little, as his horns almost scrape the ceiling when he stands up to his full height. He's wearing a fantastically puzzled expression, but hey, for all he's big, he doesn't seem particularly violent.]

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[When you enter the cafeteria, you will find Darkleer in a corner, in full battle armor and with a look of supreme confusion on his face as he has a very serious stare off with a plate of oatmeal. It's a fantastic stare off, mind, he's slouching forward, hair curling down his shoulders and mouth set into an unamused, thin line. Seriously, oatmeal? Really?]

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[When he finds this floor, he finds himself drawn in almost magnetically. His fingers twitch to take and test and make and create, but he contains himself for a while, studying the racks of tools and materials. He resists for a while longer, but eventually picks up a bit of this and that, before unloading a collection of random spare parts and metal and tools on a workbench. Carefully placing down the bow and the quiver, he sets to fiddle with them, not really sure what he's doing except fitting them together and pulling them apart. He relaxes visibly the longer he's at work, and before he realizes it, he's working on something that looks definitely arm-shaped.]

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[Not sure why he shouldn't, and not feeling particularly threatened, Darkleer wanders around the Tower, looking at the various floor and peering curiously at the strange, foreign things in every corner. The supremely confused look remains firmly in place, but once again, it's not necessarily hostile. Just. Kind of intimidating.]

Comments

[fashionfairy]

[Lost in her own thoughts Kanaya had been bringing some supplies back from making herself a small workspace to sew on when she sees him at the workbench....and promptly drops half of what she was carrying out of surprise. Either Equius had hit an alarming growth spurt or there was another adult troll in the Tower.]

[disgracedvoid]

[The sound of supplies hitting the floor catches his attention as he looks up. He stares in fascination at the child, something disturbingly familiar about her that he can't quite place. He puts down the mess of metal plating and gears, and stands up slowly. Odd, to find a jadeblood in a place like this.]

Is something the matter?

[fashionfairy]

[Embarrassed, she stoops to gather what fell.]

My apologies, I'm afraid I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. Are you new here? I don't believe I've seen you here before.

[The best way to approach a new person is to be polite, correct? Even if said new person is unexpectedly tall.]

[disgracedvoid]

[He finds her ease with words perhaps a tad too overly familiar, but who even know what was proper after all these sweeps? He watches her move, not sitting down yet, curious despite it all.]

I am.

[A very small pause.]

And you are?

[As the highblood, the demand of information should be his prerogative, right? Should.]

[divinitysoiled]

[Oh. Oh my. That's... very large. Catarina stopped for a second, taken a bit aback. She had not seen anyone so large before, and it pinged her senses something bad. This person could be very bad for her.]

[Or very good. It wasn't as if she had a very large supply of people she knew wouldn't stab her just for being a demon to feed off of. But still... She took a step backwards, her eyes locked on his form]

[disgracedvoid]

[The movement catches his attention, causing him to turn and look at her. There's a hint of surprise in his expression. You'll pardon if he stares a little himself, he's never seen one of... well, you, before.]

...ah.

[He comes to a stop at a decent distance from her. All that staring and you're not going to say something? Well now, that's rude.]

Yes?

[divinitysoiled]

You are... a troll, are you not? [Stick with something she knew. From the description that one person had given her, that was a safe bet]

HI I LIKE LONG TAGS, don't hit me!

[iron_infidel]

[Signless, still mourning the loss of himself and those close to him, has decided to venture out into the cafeteria. He found himself not enjoying the simple pleasure of food as of recent, but given that his mate was one of a constant pester. He figures perhaps he should try and stomach some food or at least some water.

Upon entering the room, he freezes for a moment and he instantly feels the presence of another. His head turns in the direction of the brute. A high blood from his universe and one to be wary of at that. He was a deer caught in headlights as he tried to think of a plan of action. He could either A. proceed with caution and get his water or B. turn around slowly and kick in survival mode. Then again, considering a third option of: we are both stuck here, he really can't do anything and we are now equals, thus I should proceed as normal. Besides...maybe he needs help adjusting to his new setting and Signless couldn't turn that down. This option proved better to him. Of course he would still play it on the careful side. After all, high bloods usually didn't take kindly to him.

He steps forward and passes up the troll. Heading to retrieve some water, before he sits down a tad distance away from the troll at the same table. He was being bold.]

HI, MY NAME IS FI, SPELLED T-L-D-R.

[disgracedvoid]

[It's not like Darkleer personally remembers every troll he's culled. He would have been a terrible e%ecutor if he had. Not that he hadn't been a terrible e%ecutor anyway. BUT THE POINT IS, out of all the executions he carried out, only one in particular stood out above the others, perfectly clear in his mind.

It was just the one execution that ended up costing him his entire life, after all.

And that troll just strolled into the room without a second look. Hard to confuse the mutant for anyone else, really, what with those horns and those clothes and mostly just the horns and. And. He had a point, didn't he? He was almost certain he did.

Excuse him while he tries to recover his point, he'll just stare at Signless in the meantime. Or is it the Sufferer now? Well no, he was the Sufferer after he died, right? And Darkleer had seen him die. But this one was alive, so it was still Signless, right? This one was alive.]

Ah.

[Flawlessly articulate, isn't he?]

IT'S BEAUTIFUL

[iron_infidel]

[A small twitch comes to his ears as he hears and comes to process theamounts of text that come from the other's mouth. He comes to give a short laugh and takes a small sip of the drink in front of him. Though, given Darkleer's confusion, Signless figured he should say something. After all why not be friendly, he had nothing to lose and neither did Darkleer currently.]

You might want to consume your oatmeal.

[Okay...maybe not the best opening line, but hey he was working on it.]

[geometry]

[Equius screeches to a halt on the workshop floor long before he even catches sight of that arm.]

[So maybe he was planning to head down to the workshop and get a bit of work done. Well, what was the problem with that? He'd been doing it ever since first coming here. But the presence of something larger than him always seems to drive Equius to take caution, just in case it was an older troll -- and in this case, it was. A much older troll. Adult, by the looks of his body, and the horns were certainly long enough to reflect old age, tipped as they were by very pointed arrows--]

[--oh god.]

[This cannot be happening. This cannot he happening.]

[Just going to casually make a big fuss in his haste to get himself out of here. He didn't trip, like last time another Sagittaritroll had showed up in the Tower, but he certainly made enough noise to alert any sensible creature to his presence.]

[Oh man. Oh god. Oh man.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer looks up at the noise. The sight makes his head tilt at an angle slowly, hair rustling. It's not just the scrambling that catches his attention, however. It's the small details that make him frown.]

Wait.

[The order is out of his mouth before he can help it.]

[geometry]

[Wait. Okay, o-kay-o-shit. Waiting.]

[Slowly, as if to make clear that he means no harm, Equius pulls himself up to a semi-respectable standing position. It's only semi-respectable because, well, you never know with these highbloods, they all have their idea of what is too respectable or not respectable enough or... okay. He's completely overthinking this. He doesn't know how to deal with adults and he's not even gender-ambiguous or carrying a sentient sword. So sue him.]

You totally made my day with this! <333

[bloodwriter]

[There he is. There he is looking around in an intimidating manner, adjusting himself, and then his weapon.

His horrible weapon.

Disciple was just lurking about the tower, seeing the different changes since last time, and here she runs into the one troll she does not care for.

She leaps back and hides from his sight, glaring suspiciously at him as he continues to stroll by.

'Sure, have fun passing off as an innocent, E%ecutioner. You just better prepare yourself and act accordingly...or else,' she thinks, all the while getting her claws ready.]

0w0 and you just made my night with this reply.

[disgracedvoid]

[He continues for a while, going down the stairs and peering around at the floors, completely unaware of the fact he's being stalked. As he reaches the art gallery floor, he finds his curiosity piqued by the images. At first, it is only the idea of art of any kind in a place like this that makes him turn to walk along the frames hanging from the walls. But soon enough the pictures begin including horns and blotches of multi-colored blood and familiar arrows precisely shot into helpless bodies. Some of these, he vaguely remembers, but most are unfamiliar. The gorier they become, the more certain he is they are outright fabrication. He might have been a murderer by trade once, long ago, but he had always been precise. Controlled.

He's never killed trolls for sport, it has always been a job. A task. And if there's something Darkleer has always prided himself to be is being meticulous and careful in the execution of all his tasks, pun intended.

He stops in front of a particularly gorish image of a troll writhing on the ground, body broken by countless arrows. He thins his lips, frowning at the image. What a perfect waste of arrows, that, what useless, pointless cruelty. He finds it, as a whole, bizarrely offensive. Doubly so by the display of his arrows in it.]

I'm glad our days are so full of joy~!

[bloodwriter]

[Good! He's at an art gallery. She's somewhat surprised. Why would anyone want to examine nice art pieces when they are heartless creatures that kill for murderous empresses? She gives off a questioning look but stays silent throughout his small tour.

He then stops by a painting that is all too familiar with her and she's unable to breath. Him and that posture, along with that poor troll riddled with arrows?! Without noticing her behavior, she begins breathing hard, gripping the wall until it left cracked visible marks, and baring her fangs.

She was unaware that she was starting to lose her mind to rage.]

[fuhgeddaboudit]

[Labrys was wandering the tower herself, mechanisms whirring and humming faintly with each step she took. Metal feet made a distinctly inorganic sound against the floor, and a massive axe was carefully folded and fixed to her back like short bladed wings.]

You're lookin' kinda lost.

[If she was at all intimidated by Darkleer's appearance, it didn't show. In fact, she seemed completely unfazed.]

...oh god, you don't know what you've just done...

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer's ears twitch at the sounds, and he blinks behind the helmet at the apparent source of them. He looks down at her, head tilting slightly as he allows himself a small nod.]

That would be a way of putting it.

[She's a curious creature and the slight mechanic details about her do not escape his notice, piquing his interest. He's so hopelessly interested in mechanical things it is kind of ridiculous really, but he minds his manners, trying not to stare. Even if the helmet does make it rather hard for others to know whether he's staring or not.]

maybe i do, wh4t now :B

[fuhgeddaboudit]

You probably just got here, yeah? I haven't been around too long, but I'll help ya out if I can--my name's Labrys.

[bittydragon]

[Why, hello new roommate. After an unsuccessful wander about, Yamato returns to the room he had left in a great hurry - only to nearly have a minor heart attack at seeing the DEMON that was currently residing in there!

Admittedly, Yamato had been too panicked to really pay much attention to the fact that the room had three other beds, so Darkleer's appearance was downright shocking to the young child.

Shocking enough that he lets out a small yelp and goes to duck behind the door, peeking out at Darkleer warily. He knew demons - and big ones like that normally liked to eat children like him.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer looks up as the door opens, then blinks a little at the terrified display. He cocked his head to the side, hair rustling as he peered down at the small child.

Well then.]

...hello there.

[bittydragon]

[Well, the demon didn't seem hostile...but Yamato didn't move from his shelter behind the door, frowning up at the horned man with more than a little suspicion]

Who are you?

cafeteria

[chainsawn]

[ Don't mind this young girl here. She is just staring too - although it's at him rather than at the oatmeal. Apparently she thinks the whole oatmeal stare off thing is sort of amusing by the way she's staring.. but after a moment or two she does speak up. ]

Do you see something in it? [ That's why he has to be staring like that, right? ]

[disgracedvoid]

[He blinks a little, then he turns his gaze at her.]

Not particularly, no.

[Aside a metaphor for his entire existence: a pointless, tasteless, shapeless blob.]

...should I be seeing something in it?

[chainsawn]

I don't know. [ So that isn't why he was staring? Slowly she takes a step or two closer, eyeing him still before trying to peer into the bowl. ] .. I could look for you, maybe I'll see something.