001 | ❝And I'm not proud...❞

[acceptedoblivion]

Characters: Riku Replica and you
Setting: Dorm Room 2-14 and that floor, Floor Thirty, Forty-Six, and Twenty-Five
Format: Either
Summary: Just arrived in the tower and is already kind of tempting fate/death.
Warnings: Possible violence if provoked, lack-of-anger-management, existential crises....

Dorm 2-14
[It wasn't the first time he woke up in an almost completely white place... though, being the one in white certainly was. What was-- Why was he even feeling anything? After all, he was fake; done; staring at the fake sky and someone else's memories of Twilight Town. He shouldn't even be breathing right now, and yet he could feel his chest rise up and down. This... This wasn't supposed to be. He shouldn't even exist, not even with a fake life. So why-?

"Your World has been destroyed."

Tch... Good riddance. But, what about--

"I saved you."

I don't need saving; you should have saved them--

"Let's all be happy here."

The only way they could have ticked him off more was if there was a smiley face next to it. Seriously, why would anyone save a fake like him? He wasn't worth it; not even worth remembering. After all, why would they? The only people who knew he even existed mostly died in that place anyway, and judging by this note they're likely...

Nope; he could at least sense one of them close by, if not in the same vicinity. He did not plan to stay around long enough to find out, either. Letter burnt, he grabbed something from the chest and--]

...Tch. If that's true, then they could have kept the heat on.

[Seriously, "rescuers"... Could have at least thought of that. Did not need to make it a little cooler than Vexen's lab. ...Wait, how did he remember that? Ugh, it's giving him a headache. Any of his dorm mates are welcome to bug him in his agitated state, or to realize all he has is one change of clothes and what looks like a card that has a picture of a small world on it...]

Floor Forty-Six
[Well, his luck stats suck royally if how he ended up falling through the disappearing staircase is any indication. Luckily he pointedly ignored the sudden glowing thing. Not so luckily, almost turning back for it when he got close to the stairs was likely not the best idea... Oops. At least he stopped himself? Maybe? Either way, he may or may not be panting for breath at the landing. Thank...Light...

No he totally wasn't freaked out ten seconds ago that is totally a lie (what's being freaked out?). Nothing even touched him, so... What even, self?]

Floor Thirty
[So in pursuit of something to burn for a fire, he may have ended up on this floor. Not that he really minds; in fact, the dark fires he's throwing around seem to be keeping him a little warmer than just the...dark...suit??? thing he's wearing (seriously why does this kid have a buttskirtcape he didn't arrive in that). At the very least, it's serving as some kind of 'anger management.' Though will you just leave him be, or try to convince him to get back to the stairs before he ends up dead? Not like he cares either way...]

Floor Twenty-Five
[Well, he found some wood at last. Don't mind him, just huddled around a purple fire. It's totally normal, nothing out of the ordinary to see here.]

Comments

[culbutiri]

[Nesir might have only been back in the tower a day but the coldness was getting to her already. It didn't help that her training clothes really weren't suitable for winter weather and those that ruled this place had decided she apparently didn't need shoes.

So fire, even creepy purple fire drew Nesir, usually she would stay well away from fire but the cold was enough to push the fear from her mind. She approached and watched the man standing close to it carefully.] Do there be room at your fire for anyone else? [She smiled, she could be incredibly polite when she wanting something.]

[acceptedoblivion]

[Seems to be a Thing no matter where you go or how long you're around, huh. He blinks, looking up at the sound of a new (to him) voice. Apparently have fire, will attract strangers was A Thing, too.]

I guess. [He shrugged; hope you don't mind mostly-silence, though. What is being socialite this is not him at all.]

[culbutiri]

Thanks. [That was a rarity as well; Nesir thanking anyone. But warmth was worth it. She drew closer though she was still a good foot or two away from the fire, she could feel its warmth but feared to go closer.]

Why do it be purple?

[acceptedoblivion]

[That only gets a stiff nod, but he says no "you're welcome." It just doesn't suit his borrowed style. That question, though-]

Because it's the only fire I can make.

[If you have a problem with that, then you can leave. :|]

[culbutiri]

[Magic then, that made sense. But she raised an eyebrow.] You can no be making it with wood and a spark like everyone else?

[acceptedoblivion]

[He gives her a look.] That would take more time.

[Convenience! 8D]

[culbutiri]

[She shrugged, of course he was lazy if he were a magic user.] Well it do be warm even if it do be purple. [And that's pretty much praise...]

[acceptedoblivion]

[Wow rude. Most of his attacks were of the physical variety don't judge him because he was more focused of the convenience.] That's the idea. [Pretty much a 'thanks and you're welcome', there.]

[culbutiri]

[She will judge him all she likes. But she does grin at him] I do be Nesir Aeser, who do you be?