[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

[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.

[disgracedvoid]

If you must.

[He doesn't really care, to be honest.]

[chainsawn]

[ Regardless of whether he cares or doesn't care, apparently, she still leans forward to peer into the oatmeal. It actually takes a few moments, as if she expects something to change, but.. nope, nothing, so she just stops bending over to look. ]

.. I can't see a thing, sorry.

[disgracedvoid]

[He's a little bit amused at her antics, despite himself. His lip twitches a little as she offers her conclusion.]

That is rather unfortunate, perhaps I shall just eat it then.

[chainsawn]

But maybe it's something invisible.

[ don't mind this girl, she's just taking a seat on the opposite side of the table, staring at the bowl - apparently she's made this her personal quest.. ]

And if it's something invisible, it could still be dangerous..

[disgracedvoid]

[This is more entertaining than whatever he was wallowing on so he's not complaining about her newfound quest...]

Is invisible food a common aspect of this place?

[chainsawn]

I wouldn't know. You can't see invisible food, after all. [ apparently this is all really interesting to her - she hardly even noticed his earlier mood, anyway. ]

We could be surrounded by it right now and we'd never know..

[disgracedvoid]

Invisible would not render it intangible.

[He feels the need to point this out, absently spooning the oatmeal, which only serves to show its... remarkable consistency.]

[chainsawn]

[ Oh, you just had to say that, huh, Darkleer. Now Urotsuki needs to try this out.

So she's going to turn a little from where she's sitting, feeling the air behind her.. hmm, no invisible food here. Feeling the ground next to her seat.. no food there either.. ]

[disgracedvoid]

[He leans on the table, one elbow on it, chin resting on a closed fist, as his other hand continues to absently play with the oatmeal. And he'll just be here, okay, watching. She's entertaining enough without input.]

[chainsawn]

[ Apparently she doesn't mind having an audience as she continues her quest. Nope, nothing on the table behind them either. (Apparently she doesn't even mind if other people are watching now since they don't know what's going on..)

Waving her hands in the air above her, nothing there either..

After a few moments like that, she finally returns to her seat. ]

.. Huh. I don't think we're surrounded by invisible food after all..

[disgracedvoid]

Perhaps, that is for the best.

[There's just the barest hint of sardonic humor in his words, as he offers her a very faint smirk.]

[chainsawn]

If you say it is, it probably is.

[ A small nod - she's just very agreeable, really - and instead glances back to him. ]

So.. [ she points to the oatmeal. ] .. that's the only food here right now then. And it's not invisible.

[disgracedvoid]

Then I suppose I might as well eat it then.

[One corner of his lip twitches a little.]

Are you perhaps new, as well?

[chainsawn]

I've been here for.. [ for a moment it looks like she's thinking, but in the end she just gives up. ] .. a while.

So I guess I'm not really new anymore.

[disgracedvoid]

And you hadn't known of the lack of intangible food before?

[It's blink and you miss it, but it's almost like he's teasing her.]

[chainsawn]

[ It's okay, Urotsuki is so oblivious that sometimes you could swear an elephant could land on her and she'd just crawl out from under it and walk on.. so the teasing completely flies over her head. ]

No. I've never tried so before, so I thought it might just be there. [ ... ] That's not.. weird, is it?

[disgracedvoid]

That would depend entirely on your definition of "weird".

[She's going to have fun with Darkleer's non-answers, isn't she.]

[chainsawn]

[ Yup. She's capable of keeping a conversation going on her own either way thanks to her weirdness, despite being quiet.. ]

I was more thinking of what other people find weird. I don't think I find anything weird at all..

[disgracedvoid]

Are you certain? Or is it simply you do not care if it's weird?

[Yay, talking in circles!]

[chainsawn]

I couldn't say what's 'weird'.. that must mean I don't find anything weird, right?

[disgracedvoid]

Exactly, so perhaps you're right and only those around you can tell you what is and is not weird.

[chainsawn]

[ a staring pause.. but then she nods, understanding it. ]

Thank you for telling me. You seem really smart and kind.. [ mostly since you're so oblivious, urotsuki. ]

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer's lips twist into a self-deprecating smirk.]

I doubt many would agree with you. But you are welcome, nonetheless.