Nesir Aeser (
culbutiri) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-10-09 10:06 pm
Entry tags:
First awakening
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.
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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"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."
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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.
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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.
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"Well I do no be one of those. And you do be telling me where we do be."
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Well that was simple.
"We're in the Magical Land of Tower Shithive Maggots. Please enjoy your complimentary fashion accessories and try not to piss your pants."
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Fashion accessories? The collar most likely. Nesir's anger rose and she glared at the kid.
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Oh her metaphors are becoming more eloquent, she's probably actually given up on sleeping any longer and is starting to wake up.
"No one's ever heard of it and everyone's transported here through a rainbow portal of fairies and make-believe." Dead. Pan.
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"Do you be saying this place do no be existing. Because it do be feeling real to me?"
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"Nah, this place is real, but it really fuckin' shouldn't be. Just because something's made of fairies and rainbows doesn't make it real y'know, 'cause I've seen a whole lot weirder shit before."
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"You do be explaining better, you do be talking weirdly and I do no be understanding."
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"Seriously, it's an abomination of the English language."
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"At least my words do be making sense!"
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"If you're making sense, then we have two very different ideas of 'sense,' broseph." Airquotes for emphasis, of course.
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Yeah she is basically doing all she can to be difficult and flop on the bed. A+, Jade. "Don't tell me you don't have 'bros' in totally-not-land-of-the-pirates."
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"Seriously?" This is more unbelievable than the bullshit she spews you know.
"Derived from the English term 'brother,' shortened to 'broth,' and then furthermore to 'bro' after the prior term sounded too similar to another word for soup, it is used to refer to one's close acquaintances or affect an idea of closeness."
She even affected a fake dictionary term in a silly attempt to imitate David, just for you.
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"So it do be a fake family member?"
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She nodded. "Yeah sure, let's do with that." It sounded about as close as they were gonna get to this anyway.
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"I'm just trying to extend the hand of horror prisoner solidarity. Chill out."
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"I do be sorry then, but if you do be extending the hand of solidarity you can be giving me some real information."
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"Dude, I know about as much about this place as the next poor shmuck that shows up. Eat the oatmeal, try not to puke, try not to lose your mind next time the head honchos get bored I guess? I dunno."
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"What do you be meaning by trying not to be loosing my mind?"
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"I dunno, they do stuff, make you go coo-coo. They can get inside your head or something, fuck if I know how it works."
Hey guess what's not a topic she wants to talk about-- this.
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