towerofanimus | [OPEN] I swear to drunk I'm not god.

Characters: Eleanor Lamb and YOU.
Setting: All over the Tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor doesn't really know how to handle this flu thing, it's been a long time since she's been sick! Well, conventionally sick that is.
Warnings: Cranky, cranky teenagers who can set things on fire with their minds. Also random teleporting and potential telekinetic shenanigans.

[Eleanor woke up this morning with her head feeling like it was stuffed with wool. That was a novelty of a sort, and not a very pleasant one. She shrugged it off though, not entirely familiar with the whole flu process, though somewhere in the back of her head, several dozen voices whined in unison about how awful it was.

Eleanor got dressed in her suit and as usual set out to wander around the Tower, steps slow and gaunt looming.

Except, even if you're used to seeing her go around by now, you might be surprised to see her stumbling a little, leaning heavily sideways and nearly falling off the stairs more than once. For all intents and purposes, it seems like nearly seven feet worth of drunken diving suit, though of course that's not the case.

Hell, her portholes are glowing blue. Blue. She didn't even know that was a thing that could happen.]

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[ He's only here to once again perform a fruitless hunt for more ingredients in the kitchens, but a huge, stumbling diving suit is more than enough of a distraction. ]

...are you serious?

[ And he reaches out to try to grab Eleanor before she can fall down the stairs. He doesn't seem the slightest bit fazed by how heavy something like that must be; he's stronger than he looks. ]

...yes?

[Then of course he grabs her, and because he's not doing it with ill intent, it doesn't trigger her sixth sense, and because it doesn't trigger her sixth sense he actually touches her, which is at the point she pulls her arm back and stumbles a few steps, half crouching.]

Please don't touch me without permission, it startles me.

[Very prim and proper, you know, except it sounds like her nose is congested.]

[He didn't expect that oddly polite reaction. So, out of surprise more than anything else, he steps back.]

You were going to fall. Jeez, don't wear something that big and clumsy if you can't navigate in it.

It's not heavy.

[...it kinda is, but she's considerably stronger than she looks.]

And I can too navigate it! My balance hasn't been the best today, that's aaaa---

[And then she nearly topples off the stair, but she vanishes into mist, teleporting elsewhere - the source of the loud crash you can hear in the distance, probably - before she comes back again, with another cloud of purple mist, still swaying.]

Urg.

[When she returns, he's jumped back into a tense half-crouch; her display of that ability has him wary and ready to fight if need be.]

It seems you have more problems than just your balance.

I do?

[This is a question. Because as far as she knows this pesky cold is all that's wrong with her. ~~Ha. Haha. Oh god. Sob.~~]

[He straightens up a bit, some of the tension leaving him as she makes no attempt to attack. But he folds his arms.]

You're also stupid, if you're wandering around this tower while you're like that.

[Someone is feeling nine, not nineteen. Sob.]

It's not stupid! How am I supposed to get my balance back if I don't stretch out?

[He can practically sense that feeling. It's just making him grumpier--and more inclined to scold her like someone who actually cares.]

I don't know. How are you supposed to un-break your neck if you fall? That seems like the bigger problem.

Would need to fall like thirty feet to fall with enough force to break my neck.

[That's disturbingly precise and also pretty accurate. She's made of sturdy stuff.]

[His brows lift.]

Jeez. Pardon me for assuming you were human inside that thing. After all, it seems like you can become ill. That's what you sound like, anyway.

I think it's a cold? Maybe. I don't know, I'm pretty sure I don't exactly qualify for human anymore.

You're hardly the only one in this place.

[He gestures lightly at himself.]

But you can still catch a cold, which is unusual for that sort of being.

I suppose? I haven't been sick... like human sick since I was seven or eight. So it's all second hand.

[A very personal type of second hand, but still.]

But pretty much everyone seems to be sick, yeah.

Second hand...?

[He pauses, then shakes his head as if to dismiss the question. He won't push her for now.]

Fortunately, I'm still well. But if I wind up having to take care of the rest of you, that'll be a real pain.

[Eleanor laughs.]

I think most people here can take care of themselves, even if sick, you know?

[She's one of those. Or so she'd like to think.]

[And he scowls.]

Is that what you'd say? I think you overestimate people's ability to take care of themselves.

Eh, have you been here long? Because the things that happen here... they teach people that they're stronger than they think, really.

A little while. But I think that's where you're wrong--most people aren't as strong as they think. It's naive to believe otherwise.

Are you sure you're not just projecting?

[You'd think she's trying to insult him, but the question is earnestly sincere.]

[He blinks at her, and then, for some reason, he just laughs.]

I could as easily ask of you, are you certain you're not merely engaging in wishful thinking? But it probably will do no good. You'll continue to engage in such thinking. If this tower won't stop you, I hardly will.

[Eleanor snorts.]

If the Tower itself can't stop me, it must be for a reason.

[The reason being that Eleanor is cray cray.]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, that's right. Foolishness is usually amazingly difficult to check. That's a reason, isn't it?

Stubbornness, more like.

[Because everyone knows stubbornness is the greatest virtue ever.]

Hmph--since you're so slow on the uptake, I'll clue you in on the answer here.

Stubbornness is another word for foolishness. Keep that in mind.

[And he turns to walk away up the stairs.]

[OPEN] I swear to drunk I'm not god.

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