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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.
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