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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"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.

She petted him gently.

"He's so cute!"

She realized, almost immediately, that she was embarrassing herself, and her other hand flew to her mouth to cover it. But she didn't stop petting Amnon.

Okay, Luke lost it at that, letting out a snorted laugh, before offering the cheagle out to her.

"G'head, take him."

RUDE. Her face burned brightly, and she pulled her hand away finally, looking a little indignant.

"N-no."

"It's fine, really."

"Mieu mieu!" Amnon exclaimed, wiggling his tail... or rather, his butt, seeing how small his tail was. Take him, or he's jumping on you.

There was no way she could resist that. She slowly reached out and scooped him up. She cupped the cheagle in her hands and stared at him happily.

Luke watched a moment, a small, sad smile on his face. His attention was mostly on Tear, and he didn't really care if she noticed or not. He was happy to see her... happy, and sad at the same time. No one deserved to be in this place... heck, not even Asch, despite how much of a jerkass he was.

Amnon happily nuzzled against her, and after a moment, Luke reached over, scratching the top of his head with a finger.

"Luke, is everything alright?"

She was looking at him then, a little confused by his expression. He had seemed so happy just a moment ago, and now the mood had changed a little.

"Ah... I'm fine," he replied, but he didn't even sound like he convinced himself. "Really, it's just cold."

He let out a breath, shaking his head.

"Uh... let's go get you that oatmeal."

She wasn't entirely convinced, but she wasn't going to press the issue either. If this place was as unpleasant as he implied, he might have simply been under stress. No need to add to that.

"Okay."

She wasn't going to give up Amnon either though. She would just keep carrying him as long as he'd let her.

Amnon looked happy, so Luke didn't bother to try and take him back. He crossed his arms behind his head as they continued to walk, silent for a long moment. It wasn't until they were just outside the cafeteria that he spoke up again.

"Hey, Tear? Can I ask for a favor?"

She managed to take her eyes off Amnon, and glanced over to Luke curiously.

"What is it?"

"Uh... y-you don't need to right now, but..." Luke began, feeling his face starting to get a little hot. He turned away a bit, trying to pretend he wasn't turning pink. "Uh... could you sing your hymn sometime? Please?"

Hey eyes widened just a little as the pink color crept into her face yet again. She looked down at Amnon and nodded quickly.

"Yes. I wouldn't mind..."

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