OPEN with a little bit of closed.

[xanthous]

Characters: The Psiioniic & Signless, as well as some Psiioniic and you action.
Setting: Dormitory floor four (closed) and floor 95 (open)
Format: Anything is good with me! Starting with action, but if prose floats your boat I'll follow.
Summary: Signless and Psiioniic have a Talk about other residents and timeline shenanigans, and the Psiioniic decides to wander through the castle. He also has a job now.
Warnings: Nothing atm, but will updated as/if needed.

[closed] [The dorms are neutral ground. It makes it the very best place to meet with Signless, because he's still on edge and frustrated. He doesn't know anything that the troll talks about, and he's beyond tired of being left out just because this Tower is cruel.

Now he just has to wait for him to show up.]


[floor ninety-five] [Working for nothing isn't new to him. Not in the slightest. Picking up dead bodies, while gruesome and icky, isn't even that bad. It's strange, certainly, because he would have never imagined rooms being filled with...balls that aren't initially deadly.

There's no bodies at the bottom now, and he's not really even working right now. He's just playing in the ball pit, because he's never done it and it is kind of fun, potential for death aside. It's boring on your own, though.]

Comments

[xanthous]

[Oh, hey. Rude. He throws a green one at him, then another red one right after. He's competitive, alright? But at least he's snickering and not growling.]

[alephbet]

[Hard to dodge two, but at least he's armored. Return fire!

They'll be at this for a while, won't they?]

[xanthous]

[Hah! Oh, he shouldn't gloat. He just got hit.

He's not going to give up, though. He'll never give up! This battle will last for ages...or until Aleph gives in. There are plenty of balls to throw, after all.]

[alephbet]

[It does take ages, but eventually Aleph throws his hands up in the air.]

I give up. Lousy cheater. [He's smiling, though.]

[xanthous]

It'th not cheating if I uthe all of my natural thkillth. [A solemn nod , but it's totally ruined by his grin.] You were a worth opponent, though.

[alephbet]

Any fighter should be. [Aleph leans against a ball 'wall'.]

[xanthous]

I thought you were a thavior? [He raises an eyebrow at Aleph, making a ball pyramid in his lap.]

[alephbet]

You have to be a fighter to be a savior. [Naturally.]

[xanthous]

Huh. [It makes sense, even if he's used to nonviolence being preached.]

Have you ever killed anyone then?

[alephbet]

Lots of people. Only ones that were trying to kill me, though... It's hard sometimes to deal with them any other way.

[xanthous]

[huh.]

Well, that'th pretty reathonable, I think.

[alephbet]

It's the best I can do.

[xanthous]

Killing thomeone you need to ithn't a bad thing, though. [He's done it before, too!]

[alephbet]

It's not ideal. But reality isn't ideal.

[xanthous]

Well that'th why it'th conthidered real, right? Becauthe it'th unfortunately imperfect.

[alephbet]

I like it better imperfect.

[xanthous]

Me, too. [All the grins and smiles. He likes you, Aleph.]

[alephbet]

[Great, he likes you too.]

How've you been?

[xanthous]

[Perfect.]

Uh...

[He really doesn't know how to answer that.]

I've had worthe thingth happen to me before?

[alephbet]

That bad, huh. Can I do anything?

[xanthous]

I don't think tho, no. [Blinks at him.] I'm jutht adjuthting.

[Pause.]

Do you need me to do anything?

[alephbet]

No, not really. [Why would he need you to go out of your way?]