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towerofanimus2013-02-03 04:33 pm
brbtalkingtogod) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-03 04:33 pm
Entry tags:
1st Call
Characters: Lucifel & Open for all
Setting: Room 01-12, then changing locations
Format: Action for now, otherwise I can adapt to prose as well
Summary: Lucifel's first day in the tower, he awakens to find out that there is something not quite right with him...
Warnings: None at the moment.
[Sleeping was something Lucifel has never done before in his life since he was created by God. So it's a great surprise for him to find himself lying in a bed and especially being somewhere that is neither Heaven nor Earth. Well, as surprised as he could be.
When he was finally able to move he feels the collar around his neck, trying with all his strength to get it off but fails. Not even a second later his eyes are staring at himself. Heaven, whoever made him wear this suit has not even the slightest sense for fashion... where are his clothes anyways? His cellphone seems to be gone as well.
The archangel then notices two letters, both were directed at him. The one that said that his home world got destroyed just got a look of disbelief from him. Sure, whatever makes the one who sent this happy. The other he found just as hard to believe. Then again, who would make such a joke?
At least one thing was true. The trunk had all of his belongings inside, his clothes, which he quickly changed back into, and even his cellphone. Said phone is shut off for a reason unknown to him and he couldn't make it work either. He would figure something out later and slides his phone into the right back-pocket of his jeans.
Lucifel lifts his left hand, he wouldn't stay here longer than necessary, then flicks his fingers to get himself home.
Nothing happens.]
You must be kidding me...
[He gives it one, two, three more tries and he is still here. Alright. Looks like he is forced to take a look around.
Honestly, he is not amused.]
Setting: Room 01-12, then changing locations
Format: Action for now, otherwise I can adapt to prose as well
Summary: Lucifel's first day in the tower, he awakens to find out that there is something not quite right with him...
Warnings: None at the moment.
[Sleeping was something Lucifel has never done before in his life since he was created by God. So it's a great surprise for him to find himself lying in a bed and especially being somewhere that is neither Heaven nor Earth. Well, as surprised as he could be.
When he was finally able to move he feels the collar around his neck, trying with all his strength to get it off but fails. Not even a second later his eyes are staring at himself. Heaven, whoever made him wear this suit has not even the slightest sense for fashion... where are his clothes anyways? His cellphone seems to be gone as well.
The archangel then notices two letters, both were directed at him. The one that said that his home world got destroyed just got a look of disbelief from him. Sure, whatever makes the one who sent this happy. The other he found just as hard to believe. Then again, who would make such a joke?
At least one thing was true. The trunk had all of his belongings inside, his clothes, which he quickly changed back into, and even his cellphone. Said phone is shut off for a reason unknown to him and he couldn't make it work either. He would figure something out later and slides his phone into the right back-pocket of his jeans.
Lucifel lifts his left hand, he wouldn't stay here longer than necessary, then flicks his fingers to get himself home.
Nothing happens.]
You must be kidding me...
[He gives it one, two, three more tries and he is still here. Alright. Looks like he is forced to take a look around.
Honestly, he is not amused.]
1/2 hope the threadjack is okay with everyone!
Lucifel!
*There is now an armored scribe running towards the two of you, and if allowed to both hands will be grasping the dark-clothed angel's shoulder.*