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towerofanimus2012-12-09 07:07 pm
grimgrimoire) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-09 07:07 pm
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Characters: Ienzo (now a big boy) and you.
Setting: Room 2-12 and some other places.
Format: Either!
Summary: Science Boy is back in the tower, except he's... significantly less of a boy, now.
Warnings: Ienzo is a ramblin', gamin' man.
[Ienzo found it extremely disheartening how long it took him to realize that something had gone amiss. The color palette wasn't even that similar; everything was a shade of grey here, it seemed, whereas everything was a shade of brown when he had gone to sleep last. Ienzo withheld most of his immediate reactions upon realizing that his body was not responding to movements; truthfully, it was enough to upset him considerably (what if he had been drugged was a recurring thought), but there was no use showing that. He noticed that there were several other people in this room, which only reinforced that notion.]
[He found the trunk quickly, and pulled on his clothes quickly before continuing. The letters were the second order of business. He read them both in detail (looking confused at the second), and stowed them in his pocket shortly afterwards. From the same pocket, he conjured a pen, and tucked the two journals in the trunk under his arm. Then, only then, did he bother to talk to anyone. He started with the people in his room, though branched out into the hallway. Whoever he asked, the question was the same:]
Excuse me. Can you tell me why I am here?
[Greetings, Tower. Did you miss him?]
[Of course, game mechanics are a beautiful thing, and Ienzo doesn't remember anything about his last stint in the tower of souls. Though some other people might, and they would be remembering Ienzo as a little kid in an oversized lab coat who talked so quietly he didn't even use capital letters. Well -- and I know this may be surprising -- the lab coat actually fits now. He's been taken from a much farther point in the timeline, and is now nineteen years old. And yes, he is still quite short.]
[Anyway.]
[Ienzo's strategy for Tower exploration amounted to this: move up the floors one at a time, looking thoroughly at each one. Of course, he could see from the elevator that there were forty-eight of them, so he didn't expect that he would cover the entire Tower in one day; in fact, as soon as he stepped up the staircase and into a forest, he simply decided that he was done with exploration for the day and moved down to the lower floors again. Passerby might find him walking around, inspecting things so mundane that most people wouldn't even give them the time of day, or else sitting down on any available surface (except the floor) to take notes.]
Setting: Room 2-12 and some other places.
Format: Either!
Summary: Science Boy is back in the tower, except he's... significantly less of a boy, now.
Warnings: Ienzo is a ramblin', gamin' man.
Room 2-12.
[Ienzo found it extremely disheartening how long it took him to realize that something had gone amiss. The color palette wasn't even that similar; everything was a shade of grey here, it seemed, whereas everything was a shade of brown when he had gone to sleep last. Ienzo withheld most of his immediate reactions upon realizing that his body was not responding to movements; truthfully, it was enough to upset him considerably (what if he had been drugged was a recurring thought), but there was no use showing that. He noticed that there were several other people in this room, which only reinforced that notion.]
[He found the trunk quickly, and pulled on his clothes quickly before continuing. The letters were the second order of business. He read them both in detail (looking confused at the second), and stowed them in his pocket shortly afterwards. From the same pocket, he conjured a pen, and tucked the two journals in the trunk under his arm. Then, only then, did he bother to talk to anyone. He started with the people in his room, though branched out into the hallway. Whoever he asked, the question was the same:]
Excuse me. Can you tell me why I am here?
Floors 1 through 5.
[Greetings, Tower. Did you miss him?]
[Of course, game mechanics are a beautiful thing, and Ienzo doesn't remember anything about his last stint in the tower of souls. Though some other people might, and they would be remembering Ienzo as a little kid in an oversized lab coat who talked so quietly he didn't even use capital letters. Well -- and I know this may be surprising -- the lab coat actually fits now. He's been taken from a much farther point in the timeline, and is now nineteen years old. And yes, he is still quite short.]
[Anyway.]
[Ienzo's strategy for Tower exploration amounted to this: move up the floors one at a time, looking thoroughly at each one. Of course, he could see from the elevator that there were forty-eight of them, so he didn't expect that he would cover the entire Tower in one day; in fact, as soon as he stepped up the staircase and into a forest, he simply decided that he was done with exploration for the day and moved down to the lower floors again. Passerby might find him walking around, inspecting things so mundane that most people wouldn't even give them the time of day, or else sitting down on any available surface (except the floor) to take notes.]
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[Also, you so totally are most small children. Look, you have the candy stuck in your hair and everything.]
That's right; I've mysteriously turned into you.
[A second later, he's back to normal.]
Any other questions?
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...yeah, tell me more about this heart stuff! Does everyone have one? Do you have one? Do I have one? If you can turn into me, can you do the things I can do when you're like that? How'd you find out about the spirit heart or whatever? Are there books about it? Are they hard to read?
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[He stopped talking as quickly here, because... oh god, Vanellope, look what you've done. Now he's going to ramble.]
Well, you see, most beings are born with a heart, as it is the center that controls emotions; if a person were to be born without a heart, they would be born without emotions, simple as that. It's possible to lose a heart due to... other circumstances. [Let's, uh, casually not breach that subject.] I would assume that you do have a heart, yes, though of course I have no way to tell for sure; it may be that people in other universes simply do not operate on hearts like we do on the worlds I am familiar with. Most people don't know about the existence of the heart, or think it to be an old fairy tale, and it is in fact a very secretive piece of information for the general public, but I...
[And off it goes. Feel free to cut him off at any time.]
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Uh-huh...
[The truth was, while she didn't really get all of the specifics, this stuff was pretty interesting. She didn't have any problem with him rambling... but she did have a rather unfortunate habit of interrupting to ask questions.]
What kind of worlds are you familiar with? Are you a game-jumper? ... What kind of fairy tale? ... Why's it a secret? Can bad things happen if people know about it?
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[He'll answer all those other questions later, with no small amount of strings attached to the answers. But this particular piece of terminology strikes him as... odd.]
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[She figured since he talked about having gone to lots of places in the past, he had to have been a game jumper. The kids in the arcade certainly couldn't go to worlds other than their own; that was why they went to arcades!
Vanellope, this is why you need to not jump to conclusions.]
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Are you trying to tell me that you think this is some kind of computer game?
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I am sick of people doing that.
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[She focuses, screwing up her face in concentration. It takes a moment or two - and Vanellope's not sure why, because it keeps happening when she doesn't want it to, would it really be so bad if it happened when she did want it to for once? - but then her body pixellizes and she vanishes, rematerializing a few feet to Ienzo's left.]
I couldn't do that if I weren't coded.
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[Ienzo stared at her for a moment, trying to register what happened; she had just teleported, and using some kind of distortion to change her image while she did so. It couldn't be magic. No one as young as her could possibly hope to perform that level of magic, not even Ienzo himself, back in the day. So maybe it really was a 'code' power as she stated. And yet... he could still clearly sense a heart in this girl. What an interesting predicament...]
No, you certainly couldn't. ...I retained my magic in coming to this place, so perhaps you retained your powers as well, even if they depended on you being a character in a game. I, however, am certainly not in that category...
[He opens up his notebook and writes: 'Can a heart be born in an existence made of data?']
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So if you're not a game character, what are you? Where are you from? How do you go to different worlds if you're not actually a game-jumper?
[Maybe she retained her powers... more like maybe she retained her glitching. But she likes thinking of it as a power better than she likes thinking of it as something that only happens because she's a mistake.]
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She always thought people came to the arcade and played games because they couldn't do things like that in real life...]
So if you can go from place to place in a ship or a portal do you have one of those that can get us outta this place? Or could you make one, maybe? There's a workshop, you could build a ship and bust out one of the windows and it'd be awesome!
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[Or maybe there's not. She wouldn't know. The only thing she knows how to build is go-karts made out of cake bits and candies that ended up thrown away.]
Why wouldn't they work? Do you have to have something to make it work? Did it not show up in your trunk?
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[She comes from a world where cars are made in a bakery, the clouds are cotton candy, the trees are candycanes, her clothing has bits of candy on it, and Nesquik-sand is a very real danger. Gummi Ships? Those sound pretty normal to her.]
There's a whole bunch of candy in my trunk, but I can't remember if any of them were gummies...
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