towerofanimus | 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.

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[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.

...

[ He had whatsoever no idea what a warrior acolyte of the temple could be, but it wasn't hard to deduce the kind of rank she could have out of that. Not a higher up, but high enough to command those lower than her. Hum... ]

Then the first thing you need to know is that this is not your world. Your rules and what you have known do not apply here. Where I come from I am not a priest, I am much more than that.

[ He sighs when he notices she slightly tremble though and shakes his head. ]

Stop shaking I will not kill you. However, others might have. And will if you walk in the tower and order them thinking they are your servants.

[She knew that... Alright she knew the not her world thing. The fact her rules didn't apply... Well that was frankly terrifying... And he was more than a priest...

In Nesir's world priests and priestesses were the most powerful. There was nothing more than them. The kings and queens of the land would defer to a priest or priestess of the temple. This man had magic... yet was more powerful than a priest? The thought was terrifying...

She forced herself to stop shaking, grasping at the emptiness; glad when she could still reach it. All shaking or natural movement stopped, her mind cleared. She wasn't scared anymore.

She didn't feel anything anymore, but for the moment it was necessary, she could process information better this way without her emotions taking over.] I do no be understanding... [Ganondorf would probably pick up the difference in her voice, it was calm, almost emotionless.

Honestly Ganondorf was the only one she had made that mistake with; and only because he looked like the shadowy creatures of her world.] It do be very different from what I know... [And the rules... they were the only reason Nesir was still alive. Because she knew the rules of her world well and could use them to her advantage. Not knowing them...]

[ That's already better. Much better. Now to, if not gain her trust, at least makes it clear he won't harm her as long as she doesn't do foolish tricks. Again. Because every occasion is good to try and get more allies or servants. ]

It's simple. In this world are people from countless different worlds, different societies. This tower has its own set of rules- Those that were made by the administrators and those born from the residents. Rules that evolve, change and adapt with every newcomer.

[ He pauses and nods at Phantom Ganon, having it vanish away. No need to have him stay around now. ]

But none set in stone, and even less rules that are actually followed. I am actually a firm believer that the order and rules of our, oh so sacred administrators, have to be shattered and replaced.

You will be fine as long as you stay yourself, play safely yet dare to take the necessary risks.

[ Such as trying to take over the tower whenever that is possible. At some point it will work. The administrators are too stupid to always defeat his plans. And she could help at that sometimes, maybe. ]

[It was a very good job that Nesir was in the emptiness because what Ganondorf was saying... No rules? At least no rules that were set in place. A place where rules changed all the time.

Nesir didn't know how to stay alive in a world without rules, she couldn't even imagine a world without rules...]

And what risks do they be?

There are many kind of risks. You will see many opportunities offering themselves to you in this tower. Opportunities to obtain power, to free yourself from the captors, to go back where you come from.

The consequences of seizing these opportunities and failing can be disastrous. Most people here leave these opportunities fly by, afraid of the risks or afraid to make themselves known. Hence why most people you will see in this tower are worthless. they are prisoner and will not fight, contenting themselves in their prison which they consider for the most part as a relaxation center for them to fool around.

For them, this tower will be an eternal prison. There is no escape.

[ Ganondorf really doesn't like a lot of people. ]

Hence why hope if such opportunities arise, you will be able to seize them.

[That was something they had in common, Nesir didn't really like most people either. Nor did she like being imprisoned.] I will be escaping. They will no be keeping me prisoner. I do be used to disastrous consequences. [She grinned] It do be why I do be doing my best not to be failing.

Wise words.

[ He does smile and nod, starting to walk away. ]

Now I do hope you will show yourself worthy of those words when the time will come.

Do no be worrying, I will be. [She nodded and felt a stab of relief as he walked away, that had almost gone very very wrong.]

First awakening

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