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.

Comments

[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."

[reddeadvirtuoso]

"Oh. Then you talk like a poser."

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."

[culbutiri]

More words Nesir didn't understand, "What do a poser be?" Then she frowned, "Magical Land of Tower Shithive Maggots I do no be ever hearing of this place before, do you know how we do be getting here?"

Fashion accessories? The collar most likely. Nesir's anger rose and she glared at the kid.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

"A poser is basically a loser that pretends to not be a loser but can feel the tendrils of failure creeping deep within their hearts to rip apart their transparent facade."

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.

[culbutiri]

"Did you be just calling me a loser?" Nesir glared at her, not understanding every word out of the weird girls mouth but knowing enough to know she was being insulted.

"Do you be saying this place do no be existing. Because it do be feeling real to me?"

[reddeadvirtuoso]

She brought one hand up to snap her fingers and transition her gesture into a point when Nesir glared. "Bingo. Now we're communicating.

"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."

[culbutiri]

"I do no be a loser." Nesir glared at her, getting annoyed at the lack of information.

"You do be explaining better, you do be talking weirdly and I do no be understanding."

[reddeadvirtuoso]

"And I do be liking to go back to sleep or be finding the button to turn off your crazy grammar." She half-heartedly spoke in the other girl's accent, before switching back to just her typical Striderese.

"Seriously, it's an abomination of the English language."

[culbutiri]

"If you do be going to mock me at least get it right!" Nesir's anger had reached it's peek and she reached down to try and shake the girl again, she didn't know what English was but if there was one thing she hated (and actually there were lots of things she hated...) it was her accent being mocked.

"At least my words do be making sense!"

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Jade let out a half-hearted and wavering 'aaahhh' as Nesir shook her back and forth, but then was trying to, not let it bother her.

"If you're making sense, then we have two very different ideas of 'sense,' broseph." Airquotes for emphasis, of course.

[culbutiri]

"What under the dark lords name do a broseph be?" This girl was infuriating, Nesir was beginning to think she was stupid and didn't have any information to give.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

"It's derived from a dude named named Joseph who was a righteous Bro in particular."

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."

[culbutiri]

"No we do no be having any of these 'bros'." She scowled, "What do one be?"

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Jade is basically just. Staring at Nesir for what could almost be qualified as a good, solid moment. Really?

"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.

[culbutiri]

Nesir just nodded, glaring at her again. She had no idea why things were so weird here but was going to get to the bottom of it. She just was beginning to seriously doubt that this girl was any help at all.

"So it do be a fake family member?"

[reddeadvirtuoso]

The sooner Nesir learned that Jade was the most unhelpful human being in existence, the better.

She nodded. "Yeah sure, let's do with that." It sounded about as close as they were gonna get to this anyway.

[culbutiri]

"Okay..." She nodded and then frowned, "Well then you do no be calling me that, I do no be your family fake or not."

[reddeadvirtuoso]

"Come on, we're roomies, right?" Unless this random girl just kind of, busted into her room for no apparent reason. That'd be weird.

"I'm just trying to extend the hand of horror prisoner solidarity. Chill out."

[culbutiri]

"We do seem to be being." Nesir frowned, the kid was annoying but she had a point and Nesir knew no one else. She scowled but nodded.

"I do be sorry then, but if you do be extending the hand of solidarity you can be giving me some real information."

[reddeadvirtuoso]

An audible groan there, as she attempted to flop back onto her bed.

"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."

[culbutiri]

Nesir lets her this time but frowns nodding, she could do that. She had no idea why eating oatmeal was important but it wasn't a horrible task.

"What do you be meaning by trying not to be loosing my mind?"

[reddeadvirtuoso]

She shrugged slightly from her bed as she stared up at the ceiling.

"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.

[culbutiri]

Well that did not sound good... But guess who is the least sympathetic to subjects people want to avoid. This girl.

"How do they be doing that? With magic?"