towerofanimus | OPEN with a little bit of closed.

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OPEN with a little bit of closed.

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.]

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[His expression once so full of delight and happiness a mere second ago was now soured with a frown. He takes in a long breath and let's it out slowly.]

Perhaps it is best if we sit down before I go on. Though I do have to inform you, I do not know of the fate becoming you after my death. Disciple did not inform of the fate of my followers.

[He stares at him for a moment, before nodding slowly and pulling back.]

We can go into my room, then. [He steps back, leading Signless into his room.]

Did she not know, then? She recorded everything...

[Calmly he follows after him. It is then that he remembers. Her journal, yes she did record everything. He had received the journal with her confections when she had departed the tower, though until now he had not thought to read her written word. It felt as an invasion of privacy. Though, maybe....]

Perhaps it was that she chose not to say. I do have her journal from when she was here, but I have not brought myself to read it.

[He perks up at that, turning to Signless and grabbing his shoulders. He's desperate to know what happens. Did he die? He wouldn't have lived as long as the Disciple or Dolorosa would have naturally, so why was his fate such a mystery?]

Can we read it? Do you think it will thay?

[He is taken a back by the sudden jump upon his shoulders. Sadly he doesn't come to share his enthusiasm.]

I am not sure what it will say, nor do I think it is wise to read it.

[Stop looking at him like that.]

Not a whole lot I do you thay ith withe, but that'th never cauthed any problemth before. I need to know, Kankri.

[His expression sterns.]

She was my mate, Mituna. I will not have her privacy defiled by boyish inquiries.

[He releases his arms, stepping back.]

Ith it really tho horrible for me to want to know what happenth to me? Or what happened to everyone elthe? I don't know anything! You know your fate, tho why can't I know mine?

[These outbursts he is used to. He stands calm and collected.]

No. It is not. But it is not a right I chose to have, for my safety I was granted the knowledge of my fate. I did not choose this and if I had it my way I would have preferred to live out my days in naivety with concerns to my fate!

[A Pause.]

I can understand your frustration, but I am not sure if it is the choice you wish to take.

How can you thay that when you don't even know what happened to me? were you worried about me? Did you even care, or did you jutht athume you were better off being ignorant when it came to my fate?

[Okay, he needs to take a few breaths.]

It'th bad enough knowing that I failed you, but you don't even believe I can handle knowing jutht what thort of punithment I rethieved?

[He let out a sigh and allows his gaze to match with the others. A comforting hand finds it's way to his shoulder.]

I just...do not wish to see you upset. I am only doing this out of concern. You are my friend and I do not see you as a failure. Perhaps I do not wish to know what has become of my followers fates. It is not my decision to make.

[A beat.]

I do not delight in having you urge me on like this. However if you do wish to find out...I can not promise the end result will be favorable. It is very possible that the worst has yet to come.

[His shoulders sag, and he looks away from Signless, turning his head to the wall.]

What could pothibly be worthe then dying? I jutht want to know. It'th eating away at me - I can't thtand all of thith... mythtery, all of thith never knowing what happened or what'th going on. I need to know what happenth to me.

[He lets out a low breath.]

I am sorry, my friend. I know it will not calm your woes by telling you this, but there are worse punishments then death. I know you know this to be true, you have seen the lesser evils of the world first hand.

However, if you insist we may read her journal.

[He also knows he won't let down.]

[He nods, slowly, pulling Signless in for a brief hug.]

It'll be fine. Thhe left it for a reathon, and no harm will come from reading it. Necktht time thhe thhowth up it'll jutht be a fun thtory for uth to tell her.

[He won't say it, but he is a bit wary of finding out what happened to him. What if the Disciple didn't even know? What if their group was divided and received punishment separately? If that was the case, reading her journal would be pointless and all he'd probably learn would be awkward stuff about Signless...]

[He accepts the hug, but knows that his words while they attempt to reassure him, are not the most comforting.]

Yes a funny story.

[A pause.]

Alright we will head towards my room.

[YES. Score. He grins widely at the troll, stepping back.]

Alright, let'th go. What floor are you on?

[Somehow he is still not convinced. Yet he will comply.]

01-14. Yes.

[Your suspicion will get you nowhere, Signless. He's going to grab the mutants wrist and begin dragging him away.]

Why ith your room tho far from mine? Geethe.

[He allows for the other to drag him along.]

Because it was how our captors arranged it.

Their arrangement ith thtupid.

[But at least they're at the staircase now.]

[Each step was sluggish and felt like a large weight hung at the bottom of his heel. However, he kept moving, allowing himself to chuckle lightly at his friends words.]

[Psii doesn't notice or slow, dragging Signless along until the reach the first floor, and soon enough Signless' room.]

Tho...where did you put it?

[He moves to the foot of his bed where a small chest is placed. It isn't to large and definitely is nothing to compare to the trunk the city had granted him. However ti houses several belongings from his travels and artifacts that are special to his heart. He turns back to glance at Psiionic, carefully working away at the lock that held the chest closed. It takes a moment but he soon pulls out a regular sized journal, tucking it safety under his arm.]

Here. Do be careful with it, friend.

[He actually is careful it, partly out of respect for Disciple, but mostly because...he's afraid. He wants to know, but at the same time he's afraid that seeing what happens to him will be more then he can handle.]

Tho...

[Now that he has the journal in his hand, he's hesitant. Does he really want to read this with Signless around?]

[His ears perk up at his inquiry and hesitation.]

Is there a problem?

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