towerofanimus | 1st Request

Characters: Theodore & Open to all
Setting: Room 01-10, lower floors, location might change
Format: Going with Action first but any format is fine to me.
Summary: Theodore wakes up in the Tower for the first time and is going to explore as much as he can.
Warnings: None, will be updated should anything happen.

[Theodore's eyes are blinking a few times as he lies in a room he doesn't recall to have been at before. It takes a few moments but eventually he sits up and turns his head to look around a little, seeing the three other and apparently occupied beds, then stares down at himself and this... strange attire he does not remember wearing before. He raises a hand to touch the collar around his neck to check if he could take it off, but given what material it was made of, it doesn't seem to be possible at the time being.

It takes another moment until Theodore spots two letters that are addressed at him. The first one he reads explains to him that his world has been destroyed. It's not the first time he has been told something unbelievable and cryptic like this, so of course, he had a hard time believing what is said to him in this letter. The other he reads carefully as it seems to provide more information that the first one.

Once done with reading he gets up to take a look at the trunk. His clothes were there, the Compendium as well and... he smiles as he sees the Jack Frost plush with the ring that has been left by his beloved. Theodore slips the ring over his finger and takes the compendium and his clothes out of the trunk to change back into the so much more familiar attire.]

[The former Velvet Room attendant walks through the hallways, eying them with curiosity and cautiousness. Being in this Tower reminds him slightly of Tartarus, yet not entirely. There was something different, something he can not point at.

He carried the Persona Compendium under one of his arms, he had checked it earlier in his assigned room and found that only the personae he uses in fights had been left in it. It worried him that someone has been able to remove such a great number of them at once. But there isn't much he can do about that at the time being.

Maybe if he speaks to some of the residents of this tower he will be able to find out more...]

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I see... may I ask what you meant when you said "fresh meat"? I haven't seen any of that in this room and except these trunks, there aren't any other containers.

[Guess who took his words a bit too literally.]

Oh. Oh.

[Eridan blinks before chuckling a little wryly.]

Figure of speech, sorry. I meant to say, you're new.

... Erm. O-of course. I knew that. Yes, I'm new.

[He won't admit that he didn't know that. No way.]

[Good news for Theodore, his little slip went right over Eridan's head.]

I'm sorry.

[He sounds like he means it, too.]

[Okay, this is unexpected.]

You don't have to apologize, it's okay.

No, I mean, I'm sorry you're here.

[Eridan shrugs awkwardly.]

It's not a very nice place to be in.

It's not like this could be changed any time soon.

[He sighs.] I have guessed that much from reading these letters only.

Yeah, still. It's a pretty shitty thing to wake up to.

[Eridan scratches his head behind his left horn.]

On the upside, general consensus is that the letters are mostly bullshit. Very convincing bullshit, but still bullshit in the end.

[He offers an awkward smile.]

So there's that.

Right, but there could have been much worse in addition to that, I suppose.

[Theodore looks at the letter and tucks them into his jacket for now.]

That's good to know.

My name is Theodore, it's a pleasure to meet you.

I guess.

[Eridan tilted his head a little at that reply, giving Theodore a look that borders on approval. Good to know the guy wasn't prone to panic fits, it seemed! He nodded.]

Name's Eridan Ampora. The jadeblood one, 'cause there's another one around, 'xcept finface's a seadweller.

Do you mind me asking what you mean with jadeblooded?

[Sure, he might have seen and talked to a few trolls but they mostly have kept to themselves in Ruby City.]

Nsh, 's cool. It's pretty much exactly what it says in the tin.

[Eridan shrugged and then just casually slashed open a palm with a claw. This kid and his claws, he's of the few that files them into actual, functional claws. Because he's crazy like that. He showed Theodore his palm, where the light gash was bleeding a very unmistable jade green.]

Folks like me, you know, grey skin, horns and stuff? We're kind of squishy and sort of bleed in different colors. You'll run into the assholes that still care about that shit, but eh. It generally just means we add variety to the decor when the admins get creative.

[His eyes widen in surprise. Theodore could only guess why Eridan kept his nails that long, but... He has never thought that he would ever see jade-green colored blood.]

I have met them before in Ruby City. Trolls, isn't it? I never thought there would be a difference due to your blood.

[Eridan rubs the blood off on his thigh, tilting his head to the side.]

Ruby City? ...anyway, yeah, trolls. That's us. There's a bunch of us running about, and a couple adults too, I think.

[Eridan shrugs.]

Most of them are pretty cool about things, really, but yeah. Blood color is a thing. It's not really a thing anymore, because it doesn't really matter here, and if someone tells you otherwise you should probably punch them in the face or run in the other direction. Or both.

[He snorts.]

But it used to be a thing, back home.

Ah. Should I heal that?

[They all were in the same boat, helping each other out is the least they can do.]

Yes, it's not my home world though.

[He listens closely to him. Theodore would probably just walk in the other direction.]

I am not sure I understand why such differences are even made.

Eh, it's okay, it's not that deep.

[He waved off Theodore's concern, nodding along to his explanation. Ah, so he was like John. That was weird. Maybe they had something in common? Though Theodore didn't seem to be carrying around little pets like John did. Or maybe he did! He'd ask him a little later, he didn't want to be rude.]

...well, there are differences, between highbloods and lowbloods, I guess? Like how long we live and sh--stuff, but. The system itself is pretty stupid if you think about it. At least I do.

Alright, if you say so.

[Not exactly, actually, no. Eridan is free to ask him whatever he wants, Theo will do his best to answer him.]

I do not see why there is a difference in the first place, except the color. In the end blood remains blood, no matter which color it has.

[Eridan shrugged.]

Well, highbloods live longer, and they're kinda mean motherfuckers sometimes? Violent and all. And lowbloods live less and aren't quite as assholish most of the time, I guess. I don't know, I'm about right in the middle and my caste's weird anyway.

[He snorted.]

Either way, social order kind of matters jackshit when your entire species is decimated to a dozen or less people. So. It's dumb.

[He still can't see what's with this system, but okay.]

I wouldn't even worry about that in such a situation.

Eh, people flip their shit over the weirdest things under stress.

[A shrug.]

You never know.

That in itself is very odd.

You think so? Why?

Why get so worked up about things as trivial as that if there are more important things to worry about?

People are weird when they panic?

[Don't look at him, bro, this is as best as he's got.]

Looks like it.

[At least one thing is clear to Theodore, he's getting along with one of his roommates.]

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