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towerofanimus2012-10-09 10:06 pm
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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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...]
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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. ]
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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?
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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.
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[ 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.
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