towerofanimus | [Iiiit's explorin time]

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[Iiiit's explorin time]

Characters: Asch and Luke/Sheba/Guy/Jade/whoever else
Setting: New floors time! Spread across the first few days of the month as needed.
Format: Look can I just permanently say I don't care; starting in actionspam I guess.
Summary: Exploring the new floors, and also everyone and their mindreader talks about fonon separation, ahoy!
Warnings: Aside from the usual redheads yelling, talk of death, near-death, and depression.

[Floor 100 and descending - open, probably the first or second]

[Anyone who decides to take the trip down from the dorms into the new floors will find Asch just off the staircase on floor 100, staring at whatever it is he's seeing. He takes a step forward, hand raised as though to open a door or a gate, before turning away with a disgusted expression and stomping further down the staircase.

Care to go after him?]

[Other floors, via elevator]

[Given how much the Tower's expanded, it only makes sense to take the elevator down to explore the lower sections of the new floors. Unfortunately, the elevator is also used by virtually everyone in the Tower, which means running into some people he does like, and some he doesn't.

Luckily, he doesn't know how to work that door close button. Be stuck in an elevator with a grumpy redhead, y/y?]

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[Hey, he just doesn't want your attitude around. Besides, he's pretty sure Asch would be around even if he said otherwise unless he was warned at the end of a blade or considered it too stupid of an endeavor. Stubbornness kind of ran in the family like that.

He sighs, his hands sliding onto his hips.]

Yeah, well, I'm not doing too well at my job today, then. Kind of hard when you have a hundred floors to search. [And, unlike someone, he doesn't have a magical mental link to act as his personal GPS, so shut up.] He's around - no way he couldn't be, I mean, his room is a mess.

[Well, he does crack a bit of a smile at the last comment.]

Whose fault is that? Last I checked, you raised him.

[And totally spoiled him, clearly.]

Then again, I'm fairly sure I'd know if he managed to get himself into too much trouble, so he's probably fine for now.

And the last I checked I was also his servant, not his father.

[There's a cold sting behind those words and Asch should easily know the reason why. Guy's aware enough of his warped responsibilities without someone shoving it in his face. Don't even go there, you bastard.]

Part of it's my fault, sure. But you can only teach a kid so much, and he had other things to worry about besides that.

And we both know how useless my father is with children.

[Yeah, so not gonna fly, Guy. Try a paper airplane next time.]

Then we aren't going to have a problem here.

[That grin's back almost as quickly as it left. They'd better not have a problem.]

Anyways, I'd been meaning to take a look around what all that construction was about earlier. Since he's not around, I guess I could use some help.

[That damn smile of yours is uncanny, Guy.]

I've explored some of the lower sections of the new floors. If you'd like to come along, I won't say no.

[Speaking of which, elevator ding?]

[Why thank you.]

If you don't mind, then sure. It's not like this is a great place to wander around alone.

Agreed.

[~~He might run into another giant octopus~~ The elevator doors slide open to reveal the lounge on the 81st floor, and Asch takes a step out.]

I've covered about half the floors between here and the next stop down; it's probably easier to start from this end.

Whatever works. I haven't really seen anything other than where the elevator stops.

[This lounge in particular wasn't anything new, although he does take a few steps forward to look out the massive windows. How close the stars seemed to be from here... they couldn't be that high off the ground.

But man, there were a lot of things about this tower that just shouldn't be happening.]

So, we'll just walk from here until you start to recognize something, right?

[Asch at least waits until Guy is done looking over the window ledge before heading for the stairs. All else aside, it's for the better if he's got someone to watch his back.]

Right. The floors I explored nearer to the next stop tended to look like places that could actually exist in nature.

[Although the beach couldn't logically fit in the Tower... oh well.]

So things like that giant forest near the bottom of the Tower?

[He grimaces, giving a skeptical shrug as he falls in step behind the God-General. The minute they leave the floor, he'll be on guard. But it doesn't stop his conversation from being at least partially casual.]

It's crazy. You've got to wonder what kind of technology they've gotten a hold of to make something like that, with the appropriate atmosphere and everything.

Even more ridiculous than that. One of them was a volcano.

[~~But alas, no one can joke about Jade's air conditioned uniform.~~

Asch keeps up a pretty brisk pace as they descend, trusting Guy to keep up.]

Another was a beach, and a third was completely underwater - they certainly seem to have enjoyed themselves coming up with these.

Something underwater I could imagine working, but-- [A volcano? Really? Like a full one??? He's still getting used to things around here, he is totally still allowed to question the existence of a giant piece of molten rock on one solitary floor.]

They couldn't have something like a volcano here without burning half the building down! It doesn't make any sense.

[The minute they step down onto this floor, Asch can't help but chuckle a little to himself. He doesn't even need to look at Guy to see his expression - he already knows the kind of childish glee that must be on the blond's face right now.]

Let me guess, you have a new favorite floor.

[You think that the sound of gears and pistons and steam in a place like this would make someone incredibly wary. But said people have apparently never met Guy Cecil. The sounds and smells of a well-oiled factory at work are noticeable before they even step onto the floor, and Guy's excitedly shouldering his way past Asch to get a better look as soon as he can manage it.

It's like 500 flavors of ice cream, except instead of ice cream it's even better.]

How could it not be?! I mean-- hahah, just look at this place! This is amazing!

[Not exactly safe, seeing the open broilers, acids, and rapidly-working parts settled too close to catwalks for comfort. But that doesn't stop him from nudging his way quickly over to peek at one particular machine. Come on, Asch, be a man. Learn to enjoy the glories of the technological world!]

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[Sorry, Guy, while you're distracted he'll be busy making sure there's no monsters lurking around, because clearly they will be here for quite some time.]

I'll give you that. It's... Something.

[Really, Guy, you haven't changed a hair. No amount of danger will scare you off from fontech, or rather just the tech part, apparently. After he finishes checking the immediate area over, Asch does, grudgingly, come over to look at whatever particular thing has Guy so excited.]

Oh come on, you say that like you're so unimpressed. You sound like Natalia!

[Women just don't understand, okay! God.

Who knows what the hell this thing does over here, but the gears spinning behind the glass window inset into rusted, oiled brass sure is incredibly complicated. Not to mention a thing of beauty. But that should be obvious.]

Whoever designed this must have been a genius -- I've never seen something this intricate before. I mean, look how properly everything's placed! I'd love to get a closer look. I mean, there's platforms inside, and they have to have a way to do maintenance--

[His words cut off as he peers off to the side a bit. Right off the catwalk where they stand, across a narrow span of machine tops (with some pretty nasty pistons and open gears on either side), is a ladder, soldered onto the side of several machines and leading down to what looked like a hatch door.

Guy sideglances his companion, holding back his grin as best as he can.]

Hey. I wonder if someone could reach that.

[AKA Stay here if you want, son, he's got a knack to go adventuring~]

Don't know where you might have gotten that impression. It's not like the two of us were raised together.

[Sarcasm because really, Guy, you ought to know that.

aaaaaaand then Guy is leaving. Great, just great.]

It wouldn't surprise me if the place maintains itself, actually.

[Asch follows after Guy mostly because it's safer to stay together, not out of any particular interest in the machinery. Rather, he's doing his best to keep track of their movements - it wouldn't be a good idea to get lost somewhere like this. Crossing over those pistons is a pretty challenging task, though - ]

[ - especially when your body randomly decides to give up its fonons on you.]

Augh!

[His concentration slips, and then his foot; it's a lucky thing he's wearing gloves, because he only just manages to catch himself against a boiler in order to keep from falling all the way into the depths of the floor's machinery.

That's not going to last, though - the scalding heat is already sinking into his gloves, leaving light burns against his skin that will only get more severe the longer he's there. And it seems he's gotten himself into a position he can't pull out of alone - ]

Little help!?

[Guy wouldn't usually assume that Asch was one to be clumsy - an idiot sometimes, yeah, but he hadn't been part of the military for nothing. It's one of the many of the reasons Guy usually doesn't bother to ask if Asch's watching his back. The kid can take care of himself. The cry gets him to halt immediately, glancing over his shoulder.

As soon as he sees Asch is slipping into the crevice between moving machinery, the adventure to the ladder is grinding to a screeching halt.]

--Asch, geez...!

[He's to the God-General's side immediately, keeping his own footing as firm as he can as he tucks himself under Asch's shoulder and hooks an arm around his waist, giving enough support for him to hopefully remove his hands and yank his foot back up. If he can't, well, Guy is more than willing to pull him backwards to safer ground.]

[And it's a really good thing Guy's there, really - Asch slips slightly pulling himself back, but he uses Guy's weight as leverage to get himself back onto the platform.]

Well, that could have ended badly.

[The tone of his voice is fairly normal, even casual, but his face still shows the aftermath of that panic - a little bit breathless and still kind of wide-eyed.]

Thanks.

[He steps back until he's sure of his footing again, before peeling off his gloves to check the burns, wincing as he does.]

...You're welcome.

[The change in his expression is only normal, but Guy bites back his comment when he sees Asch's reaction as he removes his gloves. He doesn't even need to see the skin - he's already pretty willing to just drag the God General back to the staircase and get those hands under water, quickly.

He backs up a bit, his gaze flickering from the ladder back down to the redhead's injured hands. Yeah, that wasn't a hard choice. He gives it a moment before tilting his head back in the direction of the staircase.]

Ten floors was plenty. We can come back some other time. Right now, you should probably have someone look at those.

[He turns his hands over for a moment, ignoring Guy for the sake of staring at them, before nodding. It's with another wince that he tucks both long gloves into his belt - trying to put them back on would be a lot more painful.]

Agreed. I doubt I could hold anything like this, much less a weapon.

[Which, admittedly, he did have a handful of fonic artes at his disposal, plus the hyperresonance, but he's a swordsman at heart, and not even being able to hold a weapon leaves him feeling uncomfortably vulnerable.

So he's going to turn for the stairs now, his arms held careful in front to keep them from brushing into anything and increasing the pain.]

I don't suppose you've found us a replacement healer?

I can't say it's been my priority, no. I mean, I'm sure there's some out there, but...

[He shrugs a bit. It's just his luck that healers tend to be women nine times out of ten, and Score knows Guy is super-de-dooper at mingling with women intentionally. Not that that had any bearings here, but they also had medical care at their disposal anyways. Sketchy medical care, but it was better than nothing.]

At the very least, we can try the clinic. I've seen people bandaged up before - there's got to be somewhere that at least has some supplies.

[Since they're now down to a single swordsman, Guy keeps himself at the ready, letting Asch take the lead to give him space for his hands as they slip back onto the stairs.]

What happened, anyways? Don't tell me you're getting clumsy.

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Damn. I know one, but I have no idea where he is this time of day.

[And since it would take longer to find Felix than to get to the infirmary, Asch is going to just head for the elevator. He can always find someone for healing later, once he's not in pain.

It's a while before he answers Guy's other question, but he knows the blond isn't going to let up on it. Doesn't mean he has to tell everything, though.]

I had a sudden headache and lost concentration. My foot slipped when the floor moved, and - you can figure out the rest.

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//cheats and uses an event icon

hey man, I won't judge~

[1/2]

getting right to the meat of things here -

AND THEN ASCH DIED. THE END.

LET'S NOT

DON'T RUIN MY AWFULLY EVER AFTER.

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