This is really all just crap timing, ain't it.

[xanthous]

Characters: The Psiioniic and yoouuuu.
Setting: Dormitory floor 4, and floor three, but if you want to run into him as he wanders, feel free!
Format: Either is good with me, but all the set up will be in brackets.
Summary: The Psiioniic is new, confused, and a little lost.
Warnings: Nothing at the moment!

[floor four]

[WELL. This is certainly not what he expected to wake up to. An odd room, some letters that make very little sense, a chest... There were squishy platforms for the others sharing the room with him, but nobody's there as he ventures out into the tower. Or, well, he doesn't notice anyone as he begins his journey.]


[floor three/the library]

[He's found books. Books are useful, even if he's never owned one. (So he might look way too fascinated by everything, but cut him some slack.) He's going through and picking out books from each section, staring intently at the covers as he goes through. He puts some back, but the rest float behind him, surrounding in a light that flashes between red and blue.]

Comments

[alephbet]

It's my name. I don't really think I have a title, unless you count Messiah as one.

[xanthous]

Oh. You do not rethieve titleth upon adulthood in your thpecieth?

[alephbet]

Not that I know of.

[He's kind of a special case, himself.]

[xanthous]

[Color him intrigued.]

What happenth when you reach adulthood, then? Your coming of age.

[alephbet]

You move out of your parents' house and live on your own, getting a job to provide for yourself.

[Be gentle with him, he doesn't know words like 'lusus'.]

[xanthous]

You...what? [He doesn't know any of those words.]

I don't know what any of that meanth.

[alephbet]

Um... parents. The people that raise you, give you food and shelter? And a job's what you get paid to do, the service you give to society.

[xanthous]

[The blankest stare.]

Tho...you leave your luthuth and do thomething that would give you a title, but you don't get a title?

[alephbet]

Something like that. Calling someone by just their job is actually a little demeaning.

...though I guess it isn't in my case, but my job's not really a job.

[xanthous]

But it'th their identity, ithn't it?

What do you do?

[alephbet]

Not really. You can change jobs a lot in your lifetime.

I'm the Messiah. I'm supposed to save people.

[xanthous]

You can change your life'th purpothe? [People who don't get how jobs and purpose aren't one and the same: This guy.]

Thave them from what?

[alephbet]

If you didn't figure it out the first time, and you're not happy with it.

Whatever they need to be saved from. [Demons, gods who want to destroy the world, regular assholes...]

[xanthous]

[Huh. Color him confused.]

Okay, I'm not going to try to underthtand your thpecieth. [Pause.] Thorry.

That...thoundth like a lot of work for one perthon, even if it ith a noble cauthe.

[alephbet]

No, don't worry about it. I'd probably have just as much trouble with yours...

It is a lot of work. [He's had some issues with it.]

[xanthous]

[Ehehehehe.] I don't believe many people would have a good time with it.

Did you fail?

[alephbet]

I didn't fail. I saved the entire world, before I came here.

[xanthous]

But everyone here ith from dethtroyed worldth, tho I gueth that doethn't matter. [Oops.]

[alephbet]

I don't believe what the administrators tell us.

[xanthous]

[Bl...inks...]

Why would they lie?

[alephbet]

Why would they torture us, toss us in a tower full of monsters, and try to cause us pain in any way possible?

[xanthous]

Maybe they're all jutht a bunch of angry highbloodth? They would probably like thtuff like thith.

[alephbet]

Even just anger doesn't motivate people to do things like this.