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

[andajarofdirt]

Hey now, no warning shots?

[Jack looks suitably offended.]

That my good man, that is positively unsightly.

[This is why he's throwing some balls back.]

Shame on you, really.

[xanthous]

Warningth are for people not thuited for battle.

[And he looks suitably amused.]

If anything, the warning wath from you and my reactionth are perfectly in line to thomeone encroaching on my territory.

[Ehehehe.]

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack has the uncanny ability to always hit his target whenever he throws something at them. And he knows it. He scoffs loudly.]

Son! Please. How do you know you weren't encroaching into my own territory? If it is a battle you want, it's a battle you'll get!

[Yay, more balls!]

[xanthous]

[Is this guy for real? This is probably the weirdest human Psii has met to date.]

I think I would know if you owned thith place. I work here.

[Yay, psionic walls! Take that, Sparrow.]

[andajarofdirt]

Did I say I owned it?

[Really, Psii? Really? Let Jack give you a look. Also, psionic walls. Pft. He will find a way around them yet!]

You don't have to own anything for to be part of your territory. Are you new at this?

[xanthous]

Ithn't that what "your territory" meanth?

[He gives you a look right back! And perch on top of the balls. Psionic chairs, too.]

I think your definition ith wrong.

[andajarofdirt]

I think you're a terrible pirate, son.

[xanthous]

I'm not a gambligant. If that'th the thame thing ath a pirate...

[andajarofdirt]

No.

[Jack gives Psii his best 'son, ur dumb' look.]

A pirate is a pirate. And you're a terrible one.

[xanthous]

[He's not dumb you're dumb.]

I'm not a pirate, though. Why would I be thomething I'm not? Jerk.

[andajarofdirt]

Because everyone wants to be a pirate.

[Jack rolls his eyes with a flourish.]

D'uh. Are you new at this? Because you sound new at this. It's okay, cabinboy, we all started somewhere. I'm not even gonna say a thing about your hair, that's how magnanimous I'm feeling today.