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towerofanimus2013-01-06 10:31 pm
relinquishing) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-06 10:31 pm
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This is not the home I know
Characters: Guy and some of you people out there!
Setting: Room 5-02, the Dormitory levels, Floor 5, and Floor 38.
Format: Preference is brackets, but I'll follow suit.
Summary: When Guy left out on a journey, this is not where he was expecting to end up.
Warnings: Nothing for right now.
ROOM 5-02
[It was a horrifying sensation, not to remember where exactly you were. It was dark and a little bit cold. He could feel and hear. But for an agonizingly long moment, he couldn't do anything else. Words were caught in his throat, and he can feel that flicker of concern rising from deep in his gut. Was it just a nightmare? Maybe he'd drift back to sleep soon...
It's only when that concern slowly turns to panic that Guy's eyes suddenly snap open, breath coming hard as he yanks himself to a sitting position. Was it a dream? Where---
Where is he?
His fingers travel to his neck, eyes scanning the room for anything familiar as he tries to remain calm. These clothes... he's never seen anything like them before. And what the hell was this collar doing around his neck? The note on his bedstand is snatched up and read, but quickly put away soon afterwards.
"Let's all be happy here?" His brow furrows.]
Nice idea. Not sure how happy I'm feeling right now, though. More like I'm being held prisoner or something...
[Happiness wasn't really on his list of things to feel right about now. Not with how little they've seemed to tell him. And especially not if Auldrant's really gone...]
DORMITORY LEVELS
[After a simple change of clothes, Guy goes off to wander. It only takes a little bit of exploring his dormitory halls for Guy to realize just how bare the bedrooms around him are. He can't be the only one around here, right? Peeking in every doorway is starting to get a little tiring, and with no sound and no activity from any of these rooms, he's beginning to get the idea that not many other people live here.
Or, rather, not in this part of the building. Hopefully.
He's not quite in the mood to walk all the way down the stairs. So after a moment's hesitation, he heads upwards, only to find more rooms... and a much larger amount of people. He'll poke his head through the halls of each level, a reigned sense of urgency and concern behind his steps. He will stop if he's spoken to, but for the most part, he looks as if he's searching for someone in particular.]
FLOOR 5
[To be fair, he'd stepped onto the floor purely by accident. And for a very long moment, he didn't regret it whatsoever. The technology that suddenly surrounds him is absolutely astonishing, and had it not been in use, he would probably have been all over it to see how exactly it worked. For the time being, he watches from a distance and observes, awe in his eyes like a kid at a candy store.
That is, until someone directs him to the viewfinders. To see the somewhat familiar terrain of Auldrant in complete ruins, with not even the pool of mud and miasma remaining, strikes Guy cold from the minute he looks. For a long while, it's all he can do - view his world as much as possible and see if anything - anyone - might have survived. The more he watches, the more somber he grows, and he eventually turns away with a bitter disgust.
If this was some sort of joke, it wasn't funny in the least.]
FLOOR 38
[Something about the glass walls and layers of cloud and fog draw Guy off the staircase and into the lounge. He's seen Auldrant in ruins by now, yes. What kind of world had he been dumped on in the process, then?
There may be other people in the room, to which he'll nod his greeting with a tired smile, but he's decided to casually find a spot of these endless windows to lean against, taking a good look down as he does so.]
Man. How high up does this place really go...?
Setting: Room 5-02, the Dormitory levels, Floor 5, and Floor 38.
Format: Preference is brackets, but I'll follow suit.
Summary: When Guy left out on a journey, this is not where he was expecting to end up.
Warnings: Nothing for right now.
ROOM 5-02
[It was a horrifying sensation, not to remember where exactly you were. It was dark and a little bit cold. He could feel and hear. But for an agonizingly long moment, he couldn't do anything else. Words were caught in his throat, and he can feel that flicker of concern rising from deep in his gut. Was it just a nightmare? Maybe he'd drift back to sleep soon...
It's only when that concern slowly turns to panic that Guy's eyes suddenly snap open, breath coming hard as he yanks himself to a sitting position. Was it a dream? Where---
Where is he?
His fingers travel to his neck, eyes scanning the room for anything familiar as he tries to remain calm. These clothes... he's never seen anything like them before. And what the hell was this collar doing around his neck? The note on his bedstand is snatched up and read, but quickly put away soon afterwards.
"Let's all be happy here?" His brow furrows.]
Nice idea. Not sure how happy I'm feeling right now, though. More like I'm being held prisoner or something...
[Happiness wasn't really on his list of things to feel right about now. Not with how little they've seemed to tell him. And especially not if Auldrant's really gone...]
DORMITORY LEVELS
[After a simple change of clothes, Guy goes off to wander. It only takes a little bit of exploring his dormitory halls for Guy to realize just how bare the bedrooms around him are. He can't be the only one around here, right? Peeking in every doorway is starting to get a little tiring, and with no sound and no activity from any of these rooms, he's beginning to get the idea that not many other people live here.
Or, rather, not in this part of the building. Hopefully.
He's not quite in the mood to walk all the way down the stairs. So after a moment's hesitation, he heads upwards, only to find more rooms... and a much larger amount of people. He'll poke his head through the halls of each level, a reigned sense of urgency and concern behind his steps. He will stop if he's spoken to, but for the most part, he looks as if he's searching for someone in particular.]
FLOOR 5
[To be fair, he'd stepped onto the floor purely by accident. And for a very long moment, he didn't regret it whatsoever. The technology that suddenly surrounds him is absolutely astonishing, and had it not been in use, he would probably have been all over it to see how exactly it worked. For the time being, he watches from a distance and observes, awe in his eyes like a kid at a candy store.
That is, until someone directs him to the viewfinders. To see the somewhat familiar terrain of Auldrant in complete ruins, with not even the pool of mud and miasma remaining, strikes Guy cold from the minute he looks. For a long while, it's all he can do - view his world as much as possible and see if anything - anyone - might have survived. The more he watches, the more somber he grows, and he eventually turns away with a bitter disgust.
If this was some sort of joke, it wasn't funny in the least.]
FLOOR 38
[Something about the glass walls and layers of cloud and fog draw Guy off the staircase and into the lounge. He's seen Auldrant in ruins by now, yes. What kind of world had he been dumped on in the process, then?
There may be other people in the room, to which he'll nod his greeting with a tired smile, but he's decided to casually find a spot of these endless windows to lean against, taking a good look down as he does so.]
Man. How high up does this place really go...?
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The answers that you were given - were they not what you would have wanted to hear?
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He stretches his arms above his head, rolling his neck slightly to shake off what remained of the tingling feel of sleep paralysis]
So, a warm welcome and a proper explanation aren't exactly on their list of things to do. What kind of place are these Administrators running around here, then?
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[ Even if Guy probably doesn't mean it in the way it sounds to him. At his question, Wilhelm takes a sip of his glass of wine, and sets the almost-empty glass down on the table next to him. ] Some call it an elaborate experiment. Others believe it is a refuge left in the wake of their own world's destruction. Regardless, they appear to be quite sadistic, though I will not deny that their experiments have a very interesting side-effect to them.
HOLY EFF I AM SO SORRY PAIN
[There's that tone of concern flickering in again, despite the frustrated clip to his words. The man speaks so calmly about things that already bring a disturbing twist to Guy's gut.]
...What kind of side-effects do you mean?
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The reactions of the residents of the Tower.
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Well... yeah. Reactions are going to happen if people are being played around with. But I guess if you're talking from a scientific view...
Is it the variety of said reactions that's interesting to you? Or just the amount?
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I do not believe that my universe is destroyed. There are far too many inconsistencies between what the Administrators have told us, and what I have observed.
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What reaction would be of use to your world, though? I mean, people react how they have to. I wouldn't really think this place is a good observation ground for things like that if we're not certain that our universes will return.
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[There's a weight to those words that Guy cant place, so he pushes it aside for the moment to look at the silver-haired man with questioning eyes.]
So the reactions you are looking for... are they just observing things you already believe of human irrationality? Or is it the opposite?
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And the other pieces? What of them have you been able to figure out?
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[ Just dodging the question, for now. He's likely already said too much. ]
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[Because it sure as hell doesn't make much sense to Guy.
...]
Sorry. Guess I haven't been very courteous, considering we're... sharing a room, I suppose.
I'm Guy. What should I call you?
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[Guy pauses for a moment, before simply chuckling and giving a two-fingered salute in Wilhelm's direction.]
Nice to meet you, Wilhelm. I'll try not to get in your way in the future.
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It is no trouble at all.