towerofanimus | All aboard the intro train

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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Honestly, the unperturbed manner in which the strange, pink alien seems to carry himself is starting to just confuse Dualscar. Perhaps if he'd reacted differently, Dualscar would be quick to strike him down. However, in this situation is seems far too abrupt.

Of course, that isn't to say it's unlikely Dualscar will attempt such a thing. He's volatile at the best of times, but his curiousity is keeping his claws at bay. If he can just be patient a little longer, he may learn something. Though at this point he wants to blame all of today's events on Oz simply because he spoke against him.

"It is not in my nature to pander to the concerns and fears of others. Nor is it in my nature to participate in idle conversation with those whom I am not familiar with. State your name."

The full force of his unruffled nature can lend itself to being suspicious at times, but he would be quick to defend his name! The situation is exactly what has his mood soured, after all, even if he doesn't believe the letter. With that alone, a large amount of his anxiety had been eased, giving him the spirit he needs to maintain his mental equilibrium.

He folds his hands behind his back, leaning back against the curve of the window.

"That's a tough bargain you drive, mister." But since he asked so kindly and all... "It's Oz Vessalius!" Polite to a degree, if nothing else. He'd offer his hand here but has the sneaking suspicion that might not be a great idea.

"May I have yours?"

Thus, it was a beautiful combination and the rulers of Animus truly blessed the two individuals with such a fine pair of personalities. Which is to say, this doesn't bode well for either of them in the long run. Dualscar is already tired of Oz, so very tired. He's begining to think the calm nature in which he presents himself is either a trick or a way to mock the troll.

He keeps his eyes on him, watching every move he makes as if he suspects him to lash out suddenly. It's not as if he couldn't fend off an attack, he doesn't figure Oz is all that powerful, he's just nothing if not paranoid.

"Indeed." His voice is highly unimpressed, of course, but he quietly commits the name to memory.

"Orphaner Dualscar."

So basically the tower was designed to destroy both of them using nothing more than how they act, and it seems to be on the prime path to doing just that. Oz doesn't feel particularly irritated by Dualscar but he does have an acute sense for when he isn't welcome (even if he often chooses to ignore it).

"Orphaner Dualscar? Is that your actual name or just a title?" And if it's a title why, but he doesn't ask that just yet even if he's itching to know. It does seem somewhat fitting for grump like this guy though, even if he believes it to be metaphorical and just representative of how unpleasant he is.

"It's as much as you're goin' to get"

Which is to say, he has a name but he doesn't go by it. Only children use names, adults use titles. They exist to live up to grand and important careers and achievements and any name they had before that is irrelevant and, quite frankly, pretty fucking boring. But yes, a title does define what it is that they do and Orphaning is something Dualscar takes pride in.

"Do you take issue with it?"

He raises his hands in a somewhat placating gesture, still leaning against the window.

"Nope! Well, I mean, it is a pretty curious name but if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too. Does everyone else here have a pseudonym like that? I kind of want one..." Yep he sure did just trail off and start talking to himself in the middle of all of that. He looks contemplative for a moment, like he's trying to think of what horrific viking-like name would be best suited for him, but shakes himself out after a few seconds.

"It's nice to meet you, though!"

"I wouldn't know. I wasn't aware people didn't choose to be known as their titles. I'm not of this place, I've only just been dragged here. Not of my own free will, either."

He narrows his eyes as Oz contemplates, and only looks more suspicious as he continues to talk. He's really not sure what to make of him. He frustrates him, but he isn't outwardly disrespecting him. There's no reason to cull him, not yet. He feels as if this could go on for a while.

"Is that meant to be a joke?"

"Where did you come from before here, then? I mean, I don't come from here either, but no one I know goes by titles! Unless you count the noble titles, that is."

After this ever-so-helpful explanation, he turns his attention back to Dualscar with an incredulous look.

"No? None of it is, but which part are you even referring to?"

"Alternia." That's about all he has to say about that. "Where is it that you've dragged yourself up from?"

He sniffs, he really can't look anymore confused by this kid.

"The part in which you acted like any of this was a pleasure for either of us."

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