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towerofanimus2012-11-19 08:04 pm
friendlyfiend) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-19 08:04 pm
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Characters: A'kin the Friendly Fiend and YOU
Setting: 3-18, dorm floors, and the Cafeteria
Format: Willing to follow your lead
Summary: Arrivals are confusing; arrivals when the Tower is preparing for mischief doubly so.
Warnings: None
Room 3-18
His first thought is that he must have been summoned; that he's been gated by a fellow 'loth for some reason, or that somehow, somewhere, some berk had got their hands on a copy of the Book of Keeping... But why him, of all yugoloths, and why is he immobilized flat on his back against some kind of soft surface, why is he not hearing demands or gloating or anything at all from whoever or whatever is responsible for this?
The thirty seconds of paralysis seem to stretch on for ages as A'kin's mind darts from one unanswerable question to another. Once he's able to move, his surroundings still offer no answers. There's no residual summoning magic that he can detect; no magic at all, save for a few suspiciously familiar items in the trunk by his bed; no watching presence that any of his divinations can reveal. The sense of resistance when he tries to teleport tells him that this isn't anywhere in Sigil, but he can't reach familiar locations on other planes, either. The only thing the arcanaloth can find that might be some sort of clue is a tiny note tucked in some clothing, and its simply-written message of destruction is completely implausible.
"What are you playing at here, I wonder...."
Forcing a pleasant, amicable grin that he's not really feeling right now, A'kin steps outside.
Dormitory Hallways
"......"
"I'm sorry, say again?"
"....."
"My friend, I don't understand..."
"......"
"I don't follow, cutter...."
Anyone departing from or returning to their rooms may find themself greeted by an odd sight- a worker unit being interrogated by a jackal-headed being in brightly-colored robes. As the one-sided conversation continues, his look of confusion at the unintelligible babble deepens into a worried scowl. Being transported against his will was troubling enough, but this...
Cafeteria
Having eventually given up on that information source, A'kin eventually meanders his way to the Cafeteria, hoping that the lure of food will create an informal gathering place. From time to time he idly picks at the unappetizing oatmeal, but the majority of his attention is on the other diners.
Setting: 3-18, dorm floors, and the Cafeteria
Format: Willing to follow your lead
Summary: Arrivals are confusing; arrivals when the Tower is preparing for mischief doubly so.
Warnings: None
Room 3-18
His first thought is that he must have been summoned; that he's been gated by a fellow 'loth for some reason, or that somehow, somewhere, some berk had got their hands on a copy of the Book of Keeping... But why him, of all yugoloths, and why is he immobilized flat on his back against some kind of soft surface, why is he not hearing demands or gloating or anything at all from whoever or whatever is responsible for this?
The thirty seconds of paralysis seem to stretch on for ages as A'kin's mind darts from one unanswerable question to another. Once he's able to move, his surroundings still offer no answers. There's no residual summoning magic that he can detect; no magic at all, save for a few suspiciously familiar items in the trunk by his bed; no watching presence that any of his divinations can reveal. The sense of resistance when he tries to teleport tells him that this isn't anywhere in Sigil, but he can't reach familiar locations on other planes, either. The only thing the arcanaloth can find that might be some sort of clue is a tiny note tucked in some clothing, and its simply-written message of destruction is completely implausible.
"What are you playing at here, I wonder...."
Forcing a pleasant, amicable grin that he's not really feeling right now, A'kin steps outside.
Dormitory Hallways
"......"
"I'm sorry, say again?"
"....."
"My friend, I don't understand..."
"......"
"I don't follow, cutter...."
Anyone departing from or returning to their rooms may find themself greeted by an odd sight- a worker unit being interrogated by a jackal-headed being in brightly-colored robes. As the one-sided conversation continues, his look of confusion at the unintelligible babble deepens into a worried scowl. Being transported against his will was troubling enough, but this...
Cafeteria
Having eventually given up on that information source, A'kin eventually meanders his way to the Cafeteria, hoping that the lure of food will create an informal gathering place. From time to time he idly picks at the unappetizing oatmeal, but the majority of his attention is on the other diners.