towerofanimus | Another new arrival.

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Another new arrival.

Characters: Tear, and anyone who wants to talk to a young lady wearing a blanket dress.
Setting: Room 3-07, or around the third dorm floor.
Format: Any! Starting in prose, but I'll match~
Summary: Tear can't get naked in public. ;A;
Warnings: None yet~

The sleep paralysis had been bad, but seeing what she was wearing when she awoke was even worse. A skin-tight bodysuit that showed off everything was NOT okay. It was absolutely mortifying actually. She climbed out of bed, quickly assembling her bedding into a makeshift toga, then skimmed through the letters she found.

Frowning thoughtfully, she put them away, and found the trunk at the end of her bed. Thankfully, her uniform was resting inside, along with her weapons, and an item that made her blush slightly before she hurriedly closed the lid on it, hoping no one had seen.

Seeing the other beds in the room, she realized it was not an acceptable place to change her clothes, and she slipped out in search of a bathroom or... private closet. Something.

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"Yeah," Luke replied, his face screwing up in anger for a moment... before he let out a tired sigh. "...I kinda deserved it."

Only kinda.

Luke glanced down at that moment, finally noticing that she was just wearing the jumpsuit. Man, that thing had been uncomfortable when he woke up in it; he had been so glad to get the damn thing off. Why the heck was she running around in it like that? Better yet, why was she taking her blanket around with her?

"Er... do you need a place to chance or something?"

"..."

Just when she was thinking that it was entirely possible that Luke had done something to deserve what had happened, and that maybe she shouldn't judge Asch too harshly yet, Luke reminded her that she was still wearing the horrible suit.

She nodded, attempting to cover herself more with the blanket somehow.

"...Yes."

Sorry, Tear; but Luke had already been through this. He totally isn't bothered by the fact that you're bothered.

"Why didn't you just change in your room?"

Seriously, and people call him an idiot.

"I-I just couldn't!"

LUKE why do you have to make everything horrible? She didn't want to talk about her inability to change in front of others, she just wanted her uniform on.

"Just wait here for a moment..."

She started toward the bathroom before he could say anything else.

Edited 2012-12-11 05:42 (UTC)

"Wha-- hey?!"

Luke spun around as she took off, confused for a moment, before following after her. At least he had the decency not to go into the bathroom after her... probably a small comfort, since he was right outside the door.

"...you know we all showed up in those things, right?" he called in after her, wondering why she was freaking out so bad.

She would have answered that it's not exactly the same situation but... She didn't really want to explain WHY she was uncomfortable, and she was sure that would have been exactly where the conversation went.

So instead she just didn't say anything. And when she was finished changing, she exited the stalls with her neatly folded blanket.

He gave her a bit of a lopsided smile when she came back out, still not getting why she had been so self concious, but whatever. Tear was weird, and it was so good to be dealing with her weirdness again.

"Feel better now?"

"Yes."

She paused for a moment, looking at his hair once again.

"Luke, how long have you been here?"

"Awhile," Luke admitted, reaching back to rub his neck. "Um... time's really weird here. It was spring when I first showed up, and summer was really short."

He seriously hoped winter would be short too, at least compared to winter on Auldrant.

"Weird?"

She started back toward her room, glancing back to make sure he was coming also.

"Maybe it's slower than our time somehow... That would explain none of us realizing you were missing."

"Nah, I don't think it's slower," Luke replied, following just behind her. "If anything, it's faster. Like I said, spring and summer were way shorter than on Auldrant..."

He trailed off a moment, curious by what she said.

"Wait... you didn't realize I was missing? How could you not have? I ended up here after we fought Legretta."

"That's not possible. It's been over a month since we faced Major Legretta at Mt. Roneal. I think we would have noticed if you had been gone that long."

When she reached her door, she looked inside. Seeing nobody, she entered, and placed her folder blanket on her bed.

"Mount Roneal? Where's that?" he asked. "I was talking about the Deo Pass."

"Deo... Pass..?"

She turned and stared at him for a moment. The hair, the attitude... That would make sense, IF something like that were even possible.

"Luke, that can't be... Are you sure you don't remember anything after that?"

"Yeah..."

He paused, his expression turning a bit solemn.

"...Asch mentioned that was months ago for him too, and that I was there on Auldrant too," he explained. If Tear was saying it too, it had to be true. He frowned, scrunching his face up. "What does this mean...?"

"I don't know..."

More replicas? That was really the only solution that popped into her head, but it didn't really make sense either. And she hoped that wasn't the case, anyway.

"I'm not sure I believe the letter about our home being destroyed, and these time discrepancies only make me more suspicious."

She made her way around to her trunk, and barely cracked the lid open so she could reach an arm inside, but not show off the contents. she retrieved her extra set of knives and turned away from Luke to secure them to her garter.

"What do you know about this place?"

"Other than the fact that it sucks here?" he replied sourly, before he let out a breath. No, it wasn't fair for him to be that rude, not when she just got here.

"This place is run by these admins, and they're pretty horrible," he began, trying to explain as best he could. "They alternate who's in charge. The worst of them, Jason, is in charge this month. You can usually tell who's in charge when you look at the cafeteria menu.

"The floors have all kinds of different stuff on them, but not all of them are safe. To be honest, I don't go on many of the other floors; I just stick to the cafeteria, dorms, and meadow unless I'm with someone."

Luke? Taking precautions? Yeah, you know it's serious.

He snapped his fingers after a moment, something dawning on him.

"Oh, yeah. You need to eat the oatmeal in the cafeteria. You're not going to be able to eat anything else until you do."

She was a little impressed, actually. When she found he didn't remember Akzeriuth, she had expected a totally different disposition. But maybe being in such a dangerous place had an affect on him.

Still though, her confusion eclipsed her faint feelings of pride
in his growth. Why kidnap people and lie to them? Why force them to eat something?

She turned to him again.

"Oatmeal? Why?"

"I have no idea, just that anything else makes you really sick if you don't eat the oatmeal first," Luke replied with a small look of exasperation. No, he was never forgiving that… redheaded jerk for that. Whatever his name was.

"Why have they brought us here?"

Because it seemed a little strange to give prisoners amenities like cafeterias or as much freedom to move about.

"Well, they say in the letters they saved us, but I don't believe that," Luke replied, making a face. "It's like... like we're a bunch of cheagles, running around in a maze, and they poke us with little sticks when they want us to suffer."

Speaking of cheagles... something started to wriggle around under Luke's coat, before a pair of pink ears poked out from under his shirt, followed by a matching pink cheagle head.

"Mieu mieu?" Amnon asked.

Luke let out an exasperated noise, pushing his head down a little. "No, we weren't talking about you."

"An experiment."

Tear found that idea fairly disturbing... Until she heard that familiar cry. Personal space was suddenly a thing of the past, and Tear's face was suddenly right in front of his chest. She stared at Amnon, her face glazing over with joy.

"Oh, Luke!"

"Mieu?"

Amnon wiggled up a little more, giving a curious sniff at Tear. Luke rolled his eyes skyward, though there was an amused smirk on his face. He scooped his hands into his jacket, pulling the little guy out so Tear didn't have to shove her face in his chest to see him... n-not that he had too many objections to this.

"...his name's Amnon. He was a... reward from the Admins for surviving one of their little events."

She didn't vocalize her thoughts this time, but it was plainly obvious that the creature's cuteness had very nearly incapacitated her.

"Amnon..."

She backed off just a bit, and held her hand out to the cheagle. Her breath was held in anticipation as she waited to see if he would accept her or not.

Well, Tear; you're in luck. Amnon is probably the most loveable creature in existence, considering he was actually made at the Tower. Or at least, that's what Luke was lead to believe anyway; who can actually say for sure.

"Mieuuuu..." Amnon cooed, nuzzling against her hand. Luke just rolled his eyes again.

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