All aboard the intro train

[shellfishlovver]

Characters: Dualscar and you!
Setting: Starting with Floor 4, Floor 7 anything from that point is free game since he's wandering.
Format: Either is fine with me.
Summary: Dualscar handles waking up here and is entirely displeased with doing so.
Warnings: Nothing yet but violence will probably happen.

[04]
It's no surprise that Dualscar is in a bad (terrible, horrible) mood as he paces the halls of the tower. He'd woken up in a strange place and been given strange letters that he questions the validity of, just a normal day for anyone who has been in the tower long enough. There are few people who would enjoy a situation like this, but the scowl on Dualscar's face is particularly venomous. As if he's daring anyone around him to look him in the eye.

There's no way he'd wander about in the hideous clothing he'd been provided with, so it's fortunate he'd been quick to find his trunk. Now that he's dressed in a more respectable manner with his gun slung over his shoulder, he's ready to get to the bottom of this. Remember the look he's giving? Daring you to look him in the eye? Well, if you happen to do so he will be more than happy to interrogate you for answers.

[07]
Now tired of wandering and tired of harassing people (by some miracle) Dualscar has managed to find himself on floor seven. The pool looks appealing right now, but he isn't about to dive in with no good reason. He doesn't trust it. Why should he trust it?
Instead, he's choosing to circle it, scowling at his own reflection as he does.

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Floor 4

[plushaeusrumpified]

Normal day at the tower? Check.

Passing by a normal every day citizen of the tower? Ch-

Wait, no. What the actual fuck? He has to stop and do a doubletake as he passes Dualscar. Of course by this point he's used to trolls, but. This one is different. This one is... weird, to say the least. Then again considering who he's got for a roommate, he shouldn't be too damn surprised.

But still, the fuck is up with that outfit?

He's not going to say anything, he'll just kind of stare and regard him with an air of curiosity and maybe judging. But mostly curiosity.

[shellfishlovver]

Man, you think he looks ridiculous? Check yourself, Bro. You're the weird looking one here. Weird enough that Dualscar stops in his tracks to give the strange looking thing a once over before slowly crinkling his nose at him. He isn't even going to hide the fact that he thinks Bro is pretty damn gross.

However! He has priorities beyond his distate for anything he regards as abnormal. Bro isn't the weirdest thing he's seen today, so he'll have to push past the confusion in order to figure out his situation.

He straightens to his full height and stares pointedly at Bro, seemingly pleased that he can see his reflection in his shades.

"State your name."

[plushaeusrumpified]

Bro just raises an eyebrow at him. It's kind of amusing how he thinks just because he's tall and aggressive looking, it means he's able to just command him to do something. That shit totally ain't gonna fly, yo. Especially not when you're looking at him like that, too.

"I dunno who died and made you king, but from where I'm from there's a magical word used to get what you want." He folds his arms. "It starts with a P and ends with a lease fuck off until you can be more polite."

[shellfishlovver]

"It wasn't a request. It was an order."

Fuck you and your magic, it isn't real anyway. Honestly, between the sarcasm and the complete lack of respect in Bro's tone, Dualscar's very small pool of patience is already running dry.

"Now."

That's the magic word, right? Close enough.

Floor 4

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer has a very easy schedule these days. Wake up, drag self downstairs for something resembling food, drag self upstairs to the workshop and tinker away all day, working on this or that and trying to make sense of the broken physics of the Tower, then drag self off somewhere to do some shooting, then drag self back to respiteblock, then sleep.

Then repeat. Day in, day out. He's a creature of habits and honestly, considering who else is in this place, he's not really much of an explorer. So it is in transit that Darkleer runs into Dualscar.

Dualscar, mercifully, is not the Grand Highblood. So he doesn't invoke profanity, but Darkleer secretly wishes he would stop running into highbloods like this.

He kind of wishes he would stop running into people, period. God.]

[shellfishlovver]

[Of all the trolls he knows, Darkleer is probably the ideal one to run into at a time like this. Even for a land dwelling troll of an inferior caste, Dualscar had always found him to be level headed and useful. That is until he became a dirty, filthy traitor. However, in a situation like this, Dualscar will delay his digust for Darkleer in order to potentially work some information out of him.]

Darkleer.

[Of course, Darkleer isn't worth any sort of formality. Dualscar doesn't nod, he hardly greets him. He just gets straight to the point. After reminding him how he feels about him, because he clearly needs to know.]

Here I thought I'd never catch sight of your traitorous hide again. What do you know of this place?

[disgracedvoid]

Orphaner.

[Darkleer is a master of being neutral, if nothing else. Though he's inwardly rather displeased to meet the seadweller. At least, he keeps reminding himself, it's not the Highblood. He'll be glad to not run into him for the next life or two. Tone bland, but bordering on dry, Darkleer doesn't bother much with pleasantries. But he's also not outright disdainful. He's annoyed though.]

Such a delight to see you alive and well.

[No, not really. But the lack of undertone makes it near impossible to pin the sarcasm down. The thought of the Orphaner's eventual fate is enough to pacify Darkleer's annoyance, and it keeps his expression neutral, amusement and disdain cancelling each other out.]

As much as anyone else, I would suppose.

[That is, anyone with a functional brain. Of course, he's not implying you don't have a functional brain, Dualscar. But if the insinuation suits you... well, that's your own fault, not his.]

04;

[harepiece]

After an excruciating fifteen minutes of confusion, panic, relief, more panic and a rather unhealthy first run-in with the elevator, Oz had sorted himself out well enough to pick his way up from the cafeteria floor to the lounge. He stands directly across from the staircase with his hands pressed against the glass, surveying the thick smog like he expects to be able to see something past it. Nothing can be picked out, of course, but it seems to have his attention captured regardless.

...For a few seconds, at least. He's already been here a good ten minutes by the time Dualscar shows up, after all, and there are still so many new floors to explore. With one hand still on the window, he turns as if to leave, and— Oh boy oh boy, it's the weird fishman he had caught a brief glimpse of in the room he'd woken up in!

"The ground looks far away even from a height like this with that fog out, don't you think?" No preamble, no hellos or how do you dos or why are you greys. The venomous air is noted, but he doesn't seem at all concerned.

[shellfishlovver]

Just as Oz recognises him, Dualscar looks his way as well. He raises an eyebrow at him before realising he's absolutely sure he caught sight of the strange looking creature whilst making his way out of the horrible prison of room he'd found himself in.

He turns to face him properly, giving him a withering look as he does. Who is this and why does he think his thoughts are at all important? Dualscar really isn't accustomed to being addressed in such an informal manner, so his reply is as surly as it is threatening.

"Perhaps you should check the distance by tossin' yourself out of it."

[harepiece]

Wow...! This unfriendly stranger is only the second person he's talked to directly so far, and if everyone is as grumpy as he is, Oz is mildly concerned about how the duration of the rest of his stay will go.

But his smile doesn't fade regardless of the snippy reply, and he doesn't seem all that discouraged from responding, either.

"I don't know about that. The fog looks thick enough to cushion someone as small as me! We would need a much taller, heavier person to measure the distance that way." Someone... Dualscar's size, maybe? Not that he's implying that at all, nope, definitely not.

"But that's pretty dangerous, so I don't think it's a good suggestion."

[scentofmakai]

Y'know, there's lots of floors you can walk around on.

[Zett's just sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water.]

And doing it at the pool is a safety hazard, you might slip.

[Mouthing off to a random stranger is clearly a good idea.]

[shellfishlovver]

I had noticed that.
[He had hardly noticed Zett, though.]

I'm not an imbecile. I'm perfectly capable of walkin' without fallin' over myself like a damn fool.

[scentofmakai]

You can't be sure with people these days.

[Specially the ones that look like they pushed their face onto something sharp!]

07

[floreatnoctem]

It's always a surprise to Chidori whenever one of Medea's periodic scans of the tower brings up familiar energies. This one, however, entirely bypasses 'surprise' and goes straight to out and out shock. It takes her a moment to decide whether or not to actually follow it, but in the end she decided it will be better for her own peace of mind if she does, and heads from her place in the workroom to where she senses him going. She notes that he's carrying the gun again before anything else, and wonders if she should take that as a good sign or a bad one.

"You're back."

She doesn't expect him to remember her- she can only hope she's that lucky, but if not, it isn't as if she wasn't prepared for the possibility.

"You should mind the gun. Using it really won't get you anywhere."

Except maybe on the wrong side of a few too many people.

Re: 07

[shellfishlovver]

Dualscar has been pleasantly overwhelmed with people, objects and a situation that confuse him in a terribly infuriating manner. He hears her approach, but he can see from the corner of his eye that she's of no importance to him. He's practically daring her to speak as he continues to pace the span of the pool.

That is until she addresses him. That changes his thought pattern enitrely. He pauses for a long moment before finally turning to face her, as if she had only just become worth the attention.

"Why do you speak as if you know me?"

He lets his gaze flick over her as if it would help identify her at all. He knows damn well he doesn't, there's no way he could. However, with all of the..surprises he's been greeted with, it's hard not to consider the possibilities. If only for a second.

[floreatnoctem]

"Because I do."

Chidori doesn't normally mince words, and when she does, it's usually for matters more delicate than this- which means it probably involves a child, somehow.

"The tower has a tendency to bring in different versions of the same person, but... you feel the same as the last version of you did. So I presume this is one of those instances in which someone has no memory of having been in the tower before."

She hasn't stopped walking as she speaks, but she does when she's within grabbing reach- though he won't like it if he grabs her with any intent of trying to do her any harm.

"But I've forgotten my manners," the words are said with the barest hint of amusement, and her hands sweep her skirts out in a slight, almost teasing curtsy. "Chidori Yoshino, pleased to make your acquaintance once more."

floor 7!

[cullscuttlefish]

[But why not trust it? Feferi certainly does. She's in it at the moment, having decided she needed a little more room to swim around than her usual perches in the aquarium tanks allow. She doesn't need to come up for air while swimming laps, but the shadow of Dualscar's cape has caught her attention. Feferi's policy when she sees something tall and kind of lurking around behind her and she's in the water? Splash first, ask questions later. And this is not a small splash; the water's her element, after all.]

[shellfishlovver]

[Dualscar has very little reason to trust anything within the tower. He hardly trusts the letters, but Darkleer seems to insist that there's a validity to it all. Still, he isn't about to dip his feet in the water. That's not what he's here for. He can't very well hop off for a swim when there are far more pressing matters to attend to.

On that train of thought, he turns. Just in time to get a face full of water. He sputters for a moment, but he's quick to slip his gun off his shoulder and take it in his hands. He raises it, but he's looking past the scope in the hopes of identifying before shooting.]

Show yourself.

[cullscuttlefish]

That's my line! In a plaice like this, anemoneone could sneak up on a gill, you can't just wait for it to go and try to turn you into a can of tuna!

[When she surfaces, it's with one hand on her hip, the other pushing wet hair out of her face. Probably a good thing she went swimming in a suit with her sign on it, isn't it?]

07

[wweh]

[Don't mind this small, pint-sized Ampora staring at you, pretty much in awe.]

D-Dualscar?

[shellfishlovver]

[Dualscar pauses as he hears the voice. It sounds vaguely familiar, though he's certain he's never heard it before. He turns on his heel, staring down at Eridan with an arched eyebrow. He can see he's a violetblood, but he's not at all familiar to anyone he knows other than, well, himself.]

Do I know you?
[Eridan is far too young to know Dualscar personally. Someone as young as him would be culled amongst adults.]

[wweh]

[His nervousness is apparent, and after a few seconds of adjusting every piece of clothing so it's perfect, he continues to talk to Dualscar. This kind of comes out in one sentence. ] You don't know me, but I'm pretty much your biggest fuckin' fin an' i've basically modeled my fuckin' life an' FLARP character an everythin' after you.

I'm Eridan Ampora. Your descendent.

Floor 4

[iron_infidel]

[Signless is a bit far from his own room. Though given that his usual routine now a days is prowling the tower and contemplating just what it means to be who he is. Heck, dying so many times will do it to you. He finds himself currently wandering Floor 4.

His attention is caught however when he notices a rather familiar troll walking by in a huff. Familiar of course being very brief, a troll was all this stranger was and that was the only familiarity he could comprehend. From the look of his attire and jewels, he was a high blood. Signless can't help but groan internally at such a fact. There were to many appearing now a days and he could feel the strain on his survival each day.

While he is not one to be impolite, he finds himself slinking a bit back against the wall. Perhaps the royal troll will not see him and he can avoid any form of confrontation for now. ]

[shellfishlovver]

[Dualscar sees you there, Signless. He's watching from the corner of his eyes as he approaches and he seems to be making a bee line toward you. After all, in times like this it is particularly important to contact people from your species! People you might know!

Although really, all Dualscar has been doing is getting in people's faces and demanding to hear answers that they aren't entirely willing to give.

He strides up to the Signless, thining his eyes at him as he struggles to place him. He seems familiar, but he cannot recall knowing him.]

You. Who are you?

[iron_infidel]

[His instinct is to turn away and remain silent, but he also knows that this would not be the best decision when face with a high blood. Instead Signless clears his throat and brings his gaze even with the others. Well as even as he can considering the height difference.]

Why is it that you ask? If there is some valid purpose for asking might I ask you what your name is and what it is you are inquiring about?