First awakening

[culbutiri]

Characters: Nesir Aeser
Setting: Room 2-01 and then all of the tower ending in cafeteria
Format: Chose I shall follow
Summary: Nesir wakes up, shenanigans happen
Warnings: Nesir's angry, so... rudeness and potential stabbings? I also have A permissions post because I am a flaily derp.

[Room 2-01]

Nesir's eyes opened but she couldn't move, breathing was hard and fear flooded through her wondering who was here, a prank from a priestling trainee? Or something more dangerous? Had she been betrayed...

But then she could move, she sat up looking for the culprit and then froze...

This wasn't the temple. She should have noticed before hand, the bed was too soft the sheets too smooth. Her clothing was too restrictive for the simple shirt she usually slept in. The lights too bright, she squinted. It was as bright as outside... She looked upwards at the lamp and shielded her eyes...

What was that? She blinked and frowned. Strictly it wasn't the first time she had woken up in a place she couldn't remember falling asleep in; but usually such times were caused by drinking far too much ale and the headache usually staved off the panic.

She wasn't the only one in the room, there were three other beds, she frowned at that; as an acolyte she had finally had her own room and it was something she liked. She stood up and picked the papers off the bedside table.

Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here. What...

She marched over to the closest bed and flung back the covers. "Does this be your idea of a joke!"

[All the floors ending in cafeteria] Her knives were in her trunk, that was a good thing. The bad things were this skin tight suit was the only thing she had to wear; and it didn't have anywhere to hide her knives. It meant she had to carry one of her daggers in her right, it was probably obvious that it was her weaker side, but she was determined to still use two.

The collar on her neck was the other thing that was making Nesir angry; as if kidnapping her wasn't enough. The collar wouldn't come off by cutting it with knives. She had tried.

She set off down the stairs, each floor brought a new wonder or terror. What in the names of all the gods was this place even? She held her knives close, she really needed to do something about these clothes, they had no place to store weapons. She explored each floor and was glad when she got to the bottom. More so because there was food. Her stomach growled and she went over to the hatch, it wasn't so different than the cafeteria at the barracks. Just... more... something... too white.. too clean... too bright.

When she was given plain oatmeal she pulled a face, but didn't argue and went to sit at a table, she sat watching, wondering what was different between those who had to eat oatmeal and those who got to eat the other food. What made her different, where they different types of prisoners? To fill a different role? She placed one dagger on the table and the other on her seat out of sight. She picked up the spoon with her left hand clumsily and scowled, she tried to eat food she could just pick up most of the time, she hadn't quite figured out eating with her damaged right hand yet.

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[Cafeteria]

[dance_mypuppets]

At least he wasn't the only one stuck with oatmeal. Kankuro surveyed the other oatmeal sufferers, contemplating just how many of them there were. Interesting -- and troubling.

He caught the eye of one girl with that same bowl, and offered her a wry, sympathetic grin. Ain't this a pisser?

[Cafeteria]

[culbutiri]

Nesir raised an eyebrow at the man who was sat over from her. He had oatmeal as well, she tried to work out what made them similar... he seemed to be wearing ordinary clothes... actually most people were wearing ordinary clothes... what made her different? Why did she have to wear this outfit?

"It do no be the tastiest thing." She wouldn't learn anything if she didn't talk to people. She had no idea who was her enemy, which side people were on. No one wore emblems of the gods, no one seemed to priests or priestesses. There were no uniforms.

It confused her but she had learned in the temple that being aggressive got her no where, so she would try. She was glad of the daggers though, she exchanged the spoon to her right hand, it was unwieldy but it meant her left hand was free in case of trouble.

[Cafeteria]

[dance_mypuppets]

"Ain't that just the truth." Kankuro nodded, holding up a spoonful and letting it glop back into the bowl. "I tried arguing against it, but no dice. First meal, apparently." The way she was holding herself suggested weapons somewhere close at hand to his trained eye, but she didn't seem to be about to fling herself over the tables to stab him, so he mentally shrugged and reminded himself that he was armed too. Be a fool not to, here, so far as he could see. Dangerous, this place.

Well, getting to know people was no bad thing, and getting to know people who could fight was generally good. Allies and all that. "The name's Kankuro, by the way."

[culbutiri]

Nesir took a spoonful, bringing her face down close to the bowl so she didn't drop it everywhere. She hadn't expected arguing to work; which was why she hadn't. She had learned that people who served meals for lots of people tended to take no nonsense. He seemed to be a fighter too, not stone faced like the warriors at the temple but he held himself ready.

She wondered what the face paint was for; she had heard of warriors in far off lands (what land was she even in at the moment... another question to answer) that painted their faces with their allegiances to the gods. But she didn't recognise the patterns.

"Kankuro... It do be nice to meet you, I do be Nesir Aeser."

[dance_mypuppets]

"Nesir." He gave her a nod of acknowledgment. Odd name, that, but then again, it was as expected. He was already pretty well convinced this was just another twisted version of the other crazy world-mixing joint that had pulled him out of his own world. Lots of crazy names there, too. "Good to meet another newbie to the crazy house."

The way she handled the spoon hinted at a difficulty - natural, or acquired? Without a good baseline, it was hard to say for certain, but if she was the warrior he thought her to be, he'd guess acquired. You couldn't be a competent fighter if you were all that clumsy. At least, not for long.

[culbutiri]

"Do you be having any idea to why we do be here?" She took another mouthful of oatmeal hoping the bowl hid her missing fingers from him, it was never good to have such an obvious weakness. She noted the name and the violet collar, he didn't seem stupid at least.

[dance_mypuppets]

He shrugged, glancing down at his own oatmeal; in doing so, he missed the sight of her mangled hand. "I've got my guesses. Was someplace else like this before, 'cept smaller and less fucked up." He paused, having said that, considering. Yeah, on the whole, the facility had probably been less bizarre than this place.

[culbutiri]

"Somewhere like this? Do this be some kind of kidnapping ring, do you be thinking it is the same people?"

They claimed her world was destroyed; which she didn't believe... but it was obvious that this place was different than where she had come from. The bright not fire lights, the size and structure of the building, people wearing clothing she had never seen before in her life...

[dance_mypuppets]

It made him chuckle, though with little humor to the sound. "Kidnapping ring? Yeah, that's about the long and short of it. They can reach into all kinds'a worlds somehow, and snatch people out whenever it suits 'em. The place I was in last was smaller than this, and less creepy, but I don't see a real difference otherwise. Same old bullshit, at the end of it all."

He paused. "...Did you get the same letter, too? About your world being gone?"

Room 2-01

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Well hey, that was rather rude. It was far too early for a nocturnal teenager to be awake, honestly, and the throwing off of her covers was a rather rude awakening for Jade. She had fallen asleep in her normal clothes, granted, but her prescription shades were sitting on the nightstand, meaning the world could see her bright red eyes, and she couldn't see shit.

She put her hands up to try and make the light go away (there was a reason she slept with the covers of her head, sheesh), but after some groggy grumbling, it was obvious that the light wasn't leaving and this annoying voice wasn't going to piss off.

"...No, m'idea of jokes us'lly start with 'knock knock.'"

Still just lying there with her arms up trying to make the light leave aauugggh come on it's too early for this.

[culbutiri]

Oh... It was just a kid. A kid in really weird clothing with bright red eyes. Great. She had a collar on, a purple one and a touch to her own neck showed Nesir she also wore one.

This place just got better and better, she noticed the girl struggling against the light, "Do there be no way to blow them out? They do be high and..." Covered in glass. Like a lantern but Nesir couldn't see a door and staring at them for too long made her eyes hurt.

She heard the muttered words and frowned not understanding; and that made her more annoyed. She reached down to grab the kid, "You do be telling me where we do be!"

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Augh why was this strange person shaking her augh she didn't have enough energy drinks for this right now

Her hands reluctantly gave up and flopped back on the bed at her sides, and she finally started opening her eyes fully, blinking rapidly, and staring at...whoever this was in front of her right now.

"...Are you a fuckin' pirate or something?"

[culbutiri]

Nesir blinked back, she didn't understand what a fuckin' pirate was, but she was going to assume it was an insult until proven otherwise. She grabbed the girl's shoulders.

"What did you be calling me?"

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Have fun grabbing her shoulders, Nesir, because Jade is basically just flopping on the bed until you let go of her while she's talking.

"A pirate. Y'know, swashbuckling terrors of the Seven Seas, drink a lot of booze, steal a lot of shit, sing a lot of sea shanties. Come on, this is textbook cultural references, I can't work with this if you don't know at least that much."

[culbutiri]

Stay still little girl, let her grab you and glare at you properly for calling her a pirate.

Then again, drink a lot? Steal a lot? Apart from the singing it did sound a bit like Nesir, and a lot of fun. "I do never be hearing of such a culture."

Unfortunately stealing was something the bright addled disapproved of, and Nesir wasn't about to admit she liked the sound of that.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

"It's fucking rad. They ride around town on their boats and don't give anymore than one single fuck to anything that goes on around them. And if they give that single fuck about you, then you're basically just gonna die. Better to just tie your own noose for yourself."

Half wondering if this girl will let her go and go back to sleep if she just kept rambling on like a mad person like she always does.

[culbutiri]

They sounded pretty amazing. Nesir thought she should probably learn more about these pirates. But first she should probably learn where under the shadows influence she even was.

"Well I do no be one of those. And you do be telling me where we do be."

[Floor 3; Staircase]

[great_king_of_evil]

[ As Nesir goes down the floors, she may stumble upon a certain King of Evil in the staircase around the 10th Floor. He's not alone of course, followed by his shadow floating behind him as he walks. Weird stuff are happening nearby and he doesn't feel like fighting monsters today so the shadow gets to do all the work.

Luckily enough, Ganondorf has not been given a Santa Claus costume just yet (that would make for an awful first impression). So it is in his wizard king robes (hear, his normal clothes) that Ganondorf may or not bump into her.

Sorry, he's not seen her just yet so-- ]

[culbutiri]

[So he bumps right into her because she was distracted for a moment.] Hey! Do be watching where you are...

[She trailed off as she took in his appearance. A creature of the shadow... here... She had seen other monsters on her travels mostly dumb animal ones. Not all of which she recognised.

She didn't really recognise this one either, he seemed a bit like an ogre or a troll, some kind of cross perhaps. There were pleanty of them. Kant would be disappointed in her that she couldn't name the exact type straight away...

Still it was the best thing to happen all day. There was no one around so it wasn't like she had to pretend to be anything other than she was, but she checked, at least three more times before speaking in a low voice.]

You. In the name of the shadow god I do be commanding you. I do be needing information, where do we be? who do be having us? And what do there alliances be?

[Bratty and demanding. Best start.]

[great_king_of_evil]

...

[ Now that's new. Ganondorf cannot help but chuckle at this kind daring to give him orders.

That was a mistake, one doesn't simply order the Great Demon King. She probably didn't know and this showed some qualities Ganondorf could appreciate. She knew how to order pawns around, a leader inside and most likely one on the dark side so to say.

But right now, gotta set things straight. ]

I have met many newcomers. Some arrogant and some modest. Some powerful and some weak. Some became friends, others enemies.

[ He smiles and within a split second one of his twin sword was out, pointed at her neck. He wasn't smiling any more, instead he looked kind of, dangerous and deadly serious. ]

But never until now have I met one who had the pretension to command the King of the Gerudo around as if he were some mere pawn.

[culbutiri]

[Nesir's eyes narrowed when he started chuckling, was he laughing at her? How dare he laugh at her, stupid troll, ogre spawn thing. Whatever he was.

He hands went to her daggers but she paused as he spoke, cursing herself for her hesitation when he drew his own weapons, she was a few seconds behind him, dual daggers pointed up at his throat, she might at least be able to block his swords.

He was a King? Oops... Nesir frowned though, the creatures of the shadow had no kings... at least not ones acknowledged by humans.

Unless...

Nesir was at a loss, unsure, she didn't have the right information. Lost in a way she hadn't been... ever really... So old habits paid off.]

Well there do be a first time for everything.

[Because cheeking someone who claimed the title king was always a wise thing to do.]

[great_king_of_evil]

[ Oh no she didn't. ]

I see we have a sense of humor. You are lucky, so do I.

[ He smirks. Next things she would see, the exits all got sealed off by walls of fire- Thick and bright walls at that, no mere walls you could hope to run through with merely a few scratches. No, the kind of walls that would burn to death anyone trying to go through.

Ganondorf still holds the sword at her throat meanwhile. ]

Do you know the joke about the kid who arrived in the tower between dimensions, met the Great Demon King and tried to order him around before cracking jokes up at him? [He chuckles quite cruelly.] Oh I promise you, this story is to die for.

[ With that, he gets a bright energy ball to appear in his other hand. To be honest, lately he's really been wanting to kill someone, preferably in a slow, painful and horrible way. He's no mindless murderer and takes whatsoever no pleasure in killing... Usually.

But with all the things that happened lately? Killing someone would be an excellent stress-reliever. And this kid is kind of fitting the role right now. ]

[culbutiri]

[Oh damn it, curse everything and let light pierce the world. Why did this always happen to her. And why fire? What was it with stupid light addled magic users and fire? Why not water? Or a pile of mud?

Nesir's heart froze, he was a priest; and an incredibly powerful one at that. At least the fire had been directed at the doors and not herself... She shook a bit, because this was a full adult priest, not an arrogant learner who could be stopped before he went too far.

Her eyes flickered, like a rabbit in hunters light to the energy ball fear filling her. Because she really didn't want to die. She hadn't gotten this far to die in a stupid tower in a different world. Her daggers disappeared as fluidly as they appeared.

She took a deep breath, she was a trainee of the temple, she could deal with angry magic users. She dropped to one knee pressing her right fist against the floor with a slight wince.]

I do be sorry my Lord, I did no be knowing you did be a priest... I did no be meaning any offense.

[A priest and a king. Nesir berated herself; the amount of times she got herself into these kinds of situations... She should learn to control her tongue.]

[great_king_of_evil]

[ A part of Ganondorf was highly satisfied when she dropped on a knee and apologized for her behavior.

Another part was seriously disappointed he wouldn't get to kill her. It was still awfully tempting, but he sighed slowly as he had both the walls of fire and the energy ball fade away. Considering the situation, a potential ally was better than to kill her now and make of her an enemy.

A priest? This would be ironic, but not quite what Ganondorf is. She called him 'my Lord' though, that's enough. ]

You are new here, I'll pretend none of this ever happened. But that's the first and last time I will be that clement.

Now stand.

[ He crosses his arms and try to evaluate her. Still a kid, but... Hum, let's see. He doesn't exactly look nice and is still pretty cold, but at least he dropped the act meant to scare her. ]

Who are you in the first place?

[culbutiri]

[Nesir threw up a prayer to the shadow gods that she had managed to convince him not to kill her. She liked living. She stood up again, glad that the fire had gone, she didn't relax though. It was just her luck that she had ran into a priest on her first day.

She paled... She had commanded him in the name of the shadow god... How could she have been so stupid... She was still going to die... He hadn't mentioned it but...

After all what would be the odds of her running into a shadow sworn priest... She trembled a bit.] Nesir Aeser... I do be a warrior acolyte of the temple.