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towerofanimus2012-12-05 12:32 am
facedthetruth) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-05 12:32 am
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First Duel
Who: Margulis and OPEN.
Where: Room 1-06 and some other floors.
When: Varying parts of the day.
What: Margulis wakes up in the tower and is not happy, for multiple reasons.
Warnings: Potential violence and possible references to death/passive suicide. He came from a bad time into a bad situation and is very irate.
[Room 1-06]
The first thing Margulis noticed upon waking up was the cold. It was freezing, more than enough to be uncomfortable and easily enough to cause his scars, especially the exposed one on his face, to sting angrily. The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't in the Levi. Even if they'd been ambushed and he'd been knocked out, he should still be somewhere on Michtam, most likely with Albedo or Virgil lingering about to mock him for going down so quickly. The notes...cleared some things up. So he'd been abducted somehow. But to claim his world had been destroyed...he had to admit it was possible, given the Gnosis phenomenon's rate of expansion, but if that were the case, nobody could have saved him, or anyone else. That note got burned, set on fire with a gesture and dropped on the floor.
After that, finding his clothes and getting dressed was his top priority. He left the bodysuit on under his normal outfit for now, deciding that every bit would help in this weather, and habitually slipped his Crimson Ring on under his gloves. While he could replicate its effect with Ethers if he needed to, it was something of a relief to know it wouldn't be necessary even if he did wind up in a fight. Strapping his longsword at his waist and noting with no small amount of annoyance that his Connection Gear didn't actually have a connection, he dropped the computer back into his trunk and opened the door to find out exactly where he'd wound up.
[Floor Three]
The library was the first floor to catch Margulis' attention in a way that caused him to linger. He'd never seen so many books in one place before. In fact, this was probably more books than he'd seen in his entire lifetime. Despite the cold, he found himself looking through the shelves, possibly taking note of things he might come back for once he found a source of warmth. Though he'd already had to feed some energy into fire Ethers to warm himself up several times on his way down, and he doubted he would spend long here.
[Floor One]
Eventually he found his way to the bottom of the tower. The cafeteria at least held promise of some sort of warmth, and maybe something to eat after he'd used so many sustained fire Ethers, but what he found...was oatmeal, nutrition bars and water. He'd seen better food in military mess halls. At this point, he was just getting frustrated. With the temperature, with the tower, with recent events, with everything. But frustration wouldn't keep him warm, and he sat down for a moment to create a perfect sphere of flame above his hand for warmth before he forced himself to eat the oatmeal that seemed to barely qualify as food. At least it would be better than nothing.
Where: Room 1-06 and some other floors.
When: Varying parts of the day.
What: Margulis wakes up in the tower and is not happy, for multiple reasons.
Warnings: Potential violence and possible references to death/passive suicide. He came from a bad time into a bad situation and is very irate.
[Room 1-06]
The first thing Margulis noticed upon waking up was the cold. It was freezing, more than enough to be uncomfortable and easily enough to cause his scars, especially the exposed one on his face, to sting angrily. The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't in the Levi. Even if they'd been ambushed and he'd been knocked out, he should still be somewhere on Michtam, most likely with Albedo or Virgil lingering about to mock him for going down so quickly. The notes...cleared some things up. So he'd been abducted somehow. But to claim his world had been destroyed...he had to admit it was possible, given the Gnosis phenomenon's rate of expansion, but if that were the case, nobody could have saved him, or anyone else. That note got burned, set on fire with a gesture and dropped on the floor.
After that, finding his clothes and getting dressed was his top priority. He left the bodysuit on under his normal outfit for now, deciding that every bit would help in this weather, and habitually slipped his Crimson Ring on under his gloves. While he could replicate its effect with Ethers if he needed to, it was something of a relief to know it wouldn't be necessary even if he did wind up in a fight. Strapping his longsword at his waist and noting with no small amount of annoyance that his Connection Gear didn't actually have a connection, he dropped the computer back into his trunk and opened the door to find out exactly where he'd wound up.
[Floor Three]
The library was the first floor to catch Margulis' attention in a way that caused him to linger. He'd never seen so many books in one place before. In fact, this was probably more books than he'd seen in his entire lifetime. Despite the cold, he found himself looking through the shelves, possibly taking note of things he might come back for once he found a source of warmth. Though he'd already had to feed some energy into fire Ethers to warm himself up several times on his way down, and he doubted he would spend long here.
[Floor One]
Eventually he found his way to the bottom of the tower. The cafeteria at least held promise of some sort of warmth, and maybe something to eat after he'd used so many sustained fire Ethers, but what he found...was oatmeal, nutrition bars and water. He'd seen better food in military mess halls. At this point, he was just getting frustrated. With the temperature, with the tower, with recent events, with everything. But frustration wouldn't keep him warm, and he sat down for a moment to create a perfect sphere of flame above his hand for warmth before he forced himself to eat the oatmeal that seemed to barely qualify as food. At least it would be better than nothing.
Room 1-06
It was pretty amazing how fast people come and go in this place, sometimes. It seemed like there were new people in the room every few months, if not even more often than that. He keeps watching until the man burns the letter, which was not at all what Sora would have expected someone to do in this situation.
"Hey, aren't you going to want to have that later?" he asks, making it obvious for the first time that he's in the room.
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"Why? So I can remind myself that we're either being fed an absurd story to force our cooperation or that the galaxy's attempts to stop the Gnosis phenomenon have likely failed?"
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"Well, I don't know if I believe the whole story either," he said, even though his conviction about how impossible it is that all the worlds he came from are really gone has started fading, bit by bit, "But they talk about the tower a little, too, and...isn't it better to have them, just in case?"
Sure, Sora hadn't treated his notes like gold or anything, but he hadn't thrown them away, either.
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"Gnosis. A type of vermin from my universe who threaten humanity's very existence."
He refused to talk about his world in the past tense. That would be admitting that the note was true.
"And I'm far more inclined to trust my own observations than the word of those responsible for my presence here."
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One way or another, he really needed to get a coat.
"Was that what you were doing before you got here?" he asked, curious. "Fighting that Gnosis thing?"
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Clothes taken care of, he dug around in his trunk, hoping...there it was. He drew a vibrant red ring out of the chest and slipped it onto his finger, then pulled a pair of black gloves on over it.
"Though at the time, we were in the midst of confronting an enemy organization."