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

[iron_infidel]

[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.

[xanthous]

[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?]

[iron_infidel]

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

Is there a problem?

[xanthous]

I don't know.

[Bluh.]

What if thhe didn't write about me and thith whole thing wath pointleth?

[iron_infidel]

[He can sense that his friend his nervous and he moves to sit upon his sleeping pad. Gently he motions for the other to join him.]

I doubt that she would leave you out. However, you will not know the answer to such a question until you look upon the scripture.