[With Jade and Luke both having some pretty massive problems with all this mist around only a day earlier, Guy's keeping his distance from it. The short time he'd spent in the workshop the previous afternoon had already made him familiar with the teasing, taunting voice. Unsettling, but easier to ignore when it only came on occasion, even easier to forget when retreating to the stairs. Sure, it took some time. But there was something almost... sentient about the mist. Something he didn't particularly want to test past what he'd already experienced.
This morning, he falters from the staircase for what he hoped would be a minute or two, just to slip into the graveyard and crouching down near one specific marker. The voice whispers mocking doubts, gently feeding the idea that maybe... maybe these people really were gone for good. Maybe Tear had lost her life for no good reason, under the grips of this Tower.
A fist hits weakly against the side of Tear's gravestone, leather scraping against stone - an act of frustration towards rushing thoughts, perhaps. Or maybe against a flare of helplessness. Guy isn't sure and doesn't particularly care right now, his gaze a bit blank at the name engraved in the stone.]
We sure could use your help right about now, Tear...
2nd/3rd/4th hour -->>> Floor 46
[When the random flickering of speech becomes something more tangible, Guy is forcing himself to his feet and striding right out of the graveyard, his normally casual gait now rigid and stressed in its motions. It's a bit too late to consider this trip a very bad idea. He knew the stairs wouldn't aggravate this voice, however, and that getting back to the dormitories would probably be the wisest option. He'd done what he needed to do - now to just get back to the elevator as quickly as possible.
It's far easier said than done. The flickers of Auldrant are short but vivid; crisp for a split second and giving the steady dialogue in his head even more of a bite. It takes an enormous amount of willpower not to speak back, and the tension in his jaw and neck is evident as he stiffly descends the stairs. Only eight floors. Is this how you wanted it to end; another Hod? Another unexplained disaster that you now have bear upon your shouldenonoNO no eight floors, come on, keep going--
Pity the stairs vanish right underneath his feet.
Someone may see him suddenly vanish with a yelp, tumbling into the darkness and hitting the floor. Someone may hear a cry for help or direction if they are there early enough. Possibly the sounds of battle and silent cursing as Guy is reached for by a monster or loses his place against the walls. Or, if they show up later, they may hear frustrated and haughty talk from a young man still wandering around in the darkness, holding an exhausted conversation with a young sister who shouldn't be there in the first place.]
Feb. 26th; Floors 48 and 46
[With Jade and Luke both having some pretty massive problems with all this mist around only a day earlier, Guy's keeping his distance from it. The short time he'd spent in the workshop the previous afternoon had already made him familiar with the teasing, taunting voice. Unsettling, but easier to ignore when it only came on occasion, even easier to forget when retreating to the stairs. Sure, it took some time. But there was something almost... sentient about the mist. Something he didn't particularly want to test past what he'd already experienced.
This morning, he falters from the staircase for what he hoped would be a minute or two, just to slip into the graveyard and crouching down near one specific marker. The voice whispers mocking doubts, gently feeding the idea that maybe... maybe these people really were gone for good. Maybe Tear had lost her life for no good reason, under the grips of this Tower.
A fist hits weakly against the side of Tear's gravestone, leather scraping against stone - an act of frustration towards rushing thoughts, perhaps. Or maybe against a flare of helplessness. Guy isn't sure and doesn't particularly care right now, his gaze a bit blank at the name engraved in the stone.]
We sure could use your help right about now, Tear...
2nd/3rd/4th hour -->>> Floor 46
[When the random flickering of speech becomes something more tangible, Guy is forcing himself to his feet and striding right out of the graveyard, his normally casual gait now rigid and stressed in its motions. It's a bit too late to consider this trip a very bad idea. He knew the stairs wouldn't aggravate this voice, however, and that getting back to the dormitories would probably be the wisest option. He'd done what he needed to do - now to just get back to the elevator as quickly as possible.
It's far easier said than done. The flickers of Auldrant are short but vivid; crisp for a split second and giving the steady dialogue in his head even more of a bite. It takes an enormous amount of willpower not to speak back, and the tension in his jaw and neck is evident as he stiffly descends the stairs. Only eight floors. Is this how you wanted it to end; another Hod? Another unexplained disaster that you now have bear upon your shouldenonoNO no eight floors, come on, keep going--
Pity the stairs vanish right underneath his feet.
Someone may see him suddenly vanish with a yelp, tumbling into the darkness and hitting the floor. Someone may hear a cry for help or direction if they are there early enough. Possibly the sounds of battle and silent cursing as Guy is reached for by a monster or loses his place against the walls. Or, if they show up later, they may hear frustrated and haughty talk from a young man still wandering around in the darkness, holding an exhausted conversation with a young sister who shouldn't be there in the first place.]