towerofanimus | [Open] Arrival of a Grand Master

Characters: Iroh and whoever comes across him.
Setting: Room 5-04 and the hallways.
Format: Either or
Summary: Iroh arrives and goes to see what's up.
Warnings: None so far.

Room 5-04

It was strange to wake up in a room like this, stranger still for him not to recognize...anything. Looking around, Iroh wondered if he was having some kind of very unusual dream. Had it been a plant he'd ingested? No, he didn't think so. At least he couldn't recall having consumed anything like that. Recently. Stroking his chin, he pondered the situation when he happened to notice his attire.

"Oh..."

True it showed off that his very muscular body but it was very immodest! Not at all the sort of thing a man of sixty-four should be wearing. Blinking, he poked at it a bit before getting off the bed and shuffling over to the trunk at the end of the bed. Perhaps the nice kidnappers had managed to find him some clothes?

Well, he could hope!

Hallways

After finding himself some proper clothes in his trunk and getting a little bit adjusted to this place, well as much as one could, Iroh went to explore the area. It wouldn't hurt to get to know his surroundings, even if he couldn't understand them. Everything was just so...advanced! As fascinating as it all was, he had no idea how to deal with it.

Ah well, there was little he could do about that. The best thing to do was find a nice hot cup of tea to help him think.

Now if he could just find the way down to the food area...

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Who else would be within eyesight, a young man with hair as white as snow. Funnily enough, the color scheme of his outfit strangely matched his hair. It seemed to be a little similar but different to the architecture--rigid yet sleek. His left eye, despite its apparent previous injury, is perfectly normal.

The golden orb on the young man's shoulder seemed to be alive as it seemed to have a gaze despite having no visible eyes...

He seems to notice the elderly gentleman as well, turning more than just a glance in his direction. As if suddenly becoming more alive then ever possible, he springs his words into a rather soft "Hello" as he stops. "I take it you're new to this place? Quite a first impression, isn't it?" Despite being rather more like a stranger, this young man talks in jest.

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There just seemed to be all kinds of people with unique appearances here. Still it wasn't so bad and it did give him a lot to look at! Iroh was smiling as he walked when a young man happened to stop him. Pausing he looked over and smiled once more.

"It is! I have not seen a place like this before, I must say it is highly unusual."

Bowing his head, he offered his greeting to the friendly young man. After all, that was the only impression he had of him and really that was all he needed. "It is good to see so many friendly people here though."

That might be...a little exaggerated.

"Er, I don't know about that..." he says back, with a little uncertainty. Before he could elaborate, however, the golden sphere sprang to life, almost like on cue, and began to soar around the corridor on similar colored wings.

There was no one else in the hallway. It tended to go on and off in terms of busyness. Seeing the opportunity, the orb thing fluttered around with its new freedom before finding itself hovering just before the elder one. "Tim seems to think so of you, though. Heh, I can't say he's ever wrong about that."

The gold sphere reminded him of a spirit and he wondered how the young man had come to have one. Smiling at it, he waved a little but didn't motion to touch it. Better to let it come to him.

"Well then I hope to not prove him wrong if he is quite the intelligent thing. That would be terrible."

On its own power, the thing known as "Tim" landed back on the young man's shoulder. "His name is Timcanpy," he says, "or just Tim, sometimes.

And call me Allen Walker. Nice to meet you." The face of Mr. Walker almost seemed to imply nothing was really a big deal about anything. It was a smile, coupled with the laid-back feeling of the tone in his voice. Or maybe he's just very relaxed.

"An honor to meet you both. I am Iroh." That same relaxed tone was coming from the old man as he smiled and seemed perfectly at ease with...everything. One would never realize he had just arrived here.

The greetings have more or less concluded, it seems. "The same.

Where were you headed then, Iroh?"

Seems Mr. Walker had no plans of his own. Or, at least, any he cared to mention.

"I was hoping to find some tea. It is a very soothing thing for the soul."

Of course, he was also very lost in trying to accomplish that task.

Now, there's a downer. Allen actually changes his expression to something that was quite visibly grim. "Afraid there isn't any down there. Unless you get it from the restaurant..."

Ah, yes.

Allen's eternal bane.

"I'll tell you about it on the way downstairs."

Iroh froze. In fact, it looked like his world had shattered, broken, fallen into dust. No...tea?

How could there be no tea? It was a glorious pot of gold!

"...no tea?"

"Not until, maybe, next month."

It was Allen's turn, now, to be disappointed. Unlike certain wiser and older men, however, he decides to exemplify this through a different outlet.

That is, anger.

"And I haven't had a decent cup of the stuff since I got here months ago!" The gentle veneer vanishes as Allen seems to shake his angry fists at an unseen being. Most likely the thing responsible for taking them to a place where, aside from food issues, there was also nothing savory to drink.

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