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[grimgrimoire]

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.

 

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.]

Comments

[grimgrimoire]

[...Well then.]

[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?']

[glitchinprincess]

[She stared back at him, almost defiant. Petty it might be, but she really did like proving people wrong.]

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.]

[grimgrimoire]

I'm... an ordinary human being from the world of Radiant Garden. I have other ways of traveling between worlds that don't involve 'game jumping', because the Garden and the rest of my known universe does not exist in a game. [Come on, Vanellope, we've been over this.] There are multiple types of ships that can carry people between worlds, and if one wears special equipment, they may simply walk through portals from world to world.

[glitchinprincess]

[She furrows her brows at that. The ships thing kind of makes sense - probably pretty similar to the trains that take characters from their game to Game Central Station and back - but a portal? Okay, so some games have portals, but... he just said he's not from a game.

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!

[grimgrimoire]

I don't have a ship and I don't know how to build one. As for the portals... [He frowns and folds his arms. The Black Cloak was sitting in the bottom of his trunk, he knew that already; if he used a Dark Corridor that would be no problem. But the Darkness...] ...I'm not sure if the portals will work here.

[glitchinprincess]

Maybe there's a book about building things in the library.

[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?

[grimgrimoire]

Yes, you need particular materials called Gummi Blocks to construct them. I didn't receive any, since I don't build gummicraft as a profession, so even if we did have a manual in the library here it wouldn't make much of a difference. [But, you know, none of that is really important, at least compared to the part where the magical world-traversing ships are called gummy ships.]

[glitchinprincess]

Gummies, huh?

[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...

[grimgrimoire]

They aren't actual gummies. [He looks somewhat amused, but his voice doesn't reflect this.] Completely non-edible. It's a common mistake. They're called gummi blocks because they have the consistency of gummy candy until they're put together with other gummi blocks, at which point a chemical reaction occurs which renders them completely solid.

Feel free to ignore this super-late tagback D8

[glitchinprincess]

Huh. That's... cool, I guess. Are they like, natural, or do people hafta make them and stuff? Because if they're something people can make, there's a workshop and everything somewhere here, I've seen it before!