towerofanimus | Confusion Infects The Eternal

Characters: Aya and his roommates (probably his Ken) and anyone else who wants to invade the room
Setting: Room 2-08 and the dorms
Format: Take your pick. I'll match you.
Summary: Aya wakes up in the tower. Now it's time for him to figure out how he's supposed to deal with that.
Warnings: None currently.

Aya's eyes fluttered open and put a hand to his head as he sat up. Something was wrong here. All wrong. Groaning a little, he looked around the room and noticed the layout wasn't his own. Not only that but he could smell that other people stayed here. Slept here. However, he couldn't hear his companions nearby, their hearts beating. More than that, Ken wasn't at the foot of his bed.

Slipping off the bed, he looked around and noticed the trunk at the end of his bed. It was pointless to worry about how he was wearing a skin tight uniform of some kind. However, the collar was something he did feel so he see if he could remove it. Unfortunately that seemed to be pointless. That left the trunk.

Inside he found a change of clothes, his sword, a single gold earring, and three books. They were...his things. Aya froze as he stared at them.

What madness was this?

Getting to his feet, he headed for the door. Were the others here? He had to find out.

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He would whine, but it's undignified and he's been working on that. Seriously, he's not a pup. "I can read it for myself, y'know." Look, whole sentences! That's better, right?

He lifted a brow at that then turned the paper around to hold it in front of Ken's face. Well if he wanted to read that he had to sleep in his own room, because clearly that was going to be important, then he was free to do so. Aya was not going to object.

Well that wasn't the only part of the note. Ken takes his time reading--mostly because he has to, he's not that fast thanks--and frowns as he does so.

And then looks back up at Aya.

"Well, if that's not a load of bullshit."

Seriously, end of the world? Kritiker had how many people who could read the future in their employ, not to mention everyone else who wasn't, and not one person could catch it?

He'd become so used to Ken's crude language that he didn't even bother to correct it this time. In fact, he just folded up the note and set it aside before sitting down on the bed.

"You are right. The entire situation."

Looking at the collar around Ken's neck, he frowned a bit. It disturbed him to think that a creature like him would be collared. He needed to be free, not caged like this.

It wasn't the only time, the clothes that Omi enchanted for him turned into a collar when he shifted--for situations where it wouldn't be okay for Ken to end up in human shape and without them were the others, but it was still strange and uncomfortable, evident when Ken dug a couple fingers underneath it to pull at it.

"Ugh. This fucking sucks."

He flopped down on the floor near Aya's feet, still messing with the collar. Just because he'd worn one before didn't mean he liked this one.

"Ken, bed."

Aya nodded his head towards the bed. He knew about Ken's habits but they would stick out like a sore thumb at this rate. At least, he thought they might. Honestly, until he got to know this place better, he really wouldn't know for sure.

"And yes, it's an unfortunate situation."

"Why? Multiple world 'destroying', getting grabbed into this weird tower place, I doubt me sitting on the floor is going to freak anyone out too badly."

He snorted and shook his head. He normally didn't give much of a crap what people thought about him. As long as he didn't transform in front of people, he'd seen humans who acted stranger.

"Maybe we should go look around."

"You have a point."

Getting up, he went over to the trunk to get out his clothes. Before he went anywhere he wanted to make sure that he was dressed properly. Stripping out of the jumpsuit, he pulled on the jeans then went to pull on a white sweater.

"Alright let's go now."

Ken, in the meantime, had an easier way to be decent while not dressed in a blinding white jumpsuit--he wiggled his way out of the jumpsuit, and shifted to wolf form.

Ready when you are.

"Go ahead and take lead. Your nose is better than mine even when I have been feeding properly."

Which Aya hadn't. Unless someone made him, he never did. He didn't like that he had to drink blood in order to survive and didn't even enjoy going to the hospital to have the transfusions he required. They were a hassle now that he was getting older and healing quickly when he fed.

Of course, he never discussed this with anyone.

Ken's eyes fix on Aya--yes, his nose is better, more than good enough to know that the smell of blood on you is old, old enough for him to tell that Aya hadn't fed recently.

If his mouth and throat were formed properly for words right now, he would have a few choice ones for you.

Ken steps out of the room cautiously, with just a little hint of 'wild animal unsure about new surroundings' air about him.

Oh he knew that look. Rolling his eyes at it, Aya just followed after Ken. He could feed properly. It wasn't that big of a deal. True the blood in him was old but he could make it a few more days if he really pushed himself.

Which he always did.

Sticking close to Ken, he watched him, listening to what was going on outside.

Ken saw that, mister. You're gonna get an earful when you get back. Ken walks through the room, taking a more or less direct route to the staircase, stopping, and looking back at Aya. Since he can't talk in his wolf shape, he's reliant on body language--but he has an advantage over normal wildlife in that regard, as he's smart enough to use other expressions rather than 'I'm going to fucking bite your face off' or 'okay you're the boss.'

He jerks his head up, then down, then tilts his head questioningly. Which way, up or down?

The layout seemed to be rather basic. All of these rooms were simply for sleeping, he could tell that just by glancing into a few. Four beds to a room...

Aya frowned more as they got to the stairs.

"We'll try down."

Luckily, stairs are no big for Ken, despite his giant paws he's fine--all terrain, as it were. With one more look around, he heads down the stairs carefully and deliberately, ears pricked up and twisting about to be sure he heard absolutely everything. It was a bit anticlimactic to see another floor of samey rooms. Ken's ears laid back for a moment, just how many people were there here?

Moving forward, Aya rested a hand on Ken's head. He knew what he was thinking but if the focused only on that then they would be distracted from what was necessary, gathering information. "It's alright. We'll figure this out and see if we can save them."

Ken turned and tilted his head backwards slightly to fix Aya with one eye over his shoulder. He wasn't only thinking about one thing, but it's not like he can articulate that.

If they need saving anyway. Ken's still of the opinion that this tower thing is bullshit.

The real question was, how big was this place? How much territory did it cover? Aya wasn't pleased by this, let alone the fact that he and his friend were now trapped here. Frowning more, he stepped forward to touch the walls of the place.

"What does this place want from us?"

Confusion Infects The Eternal

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