Kanaya Maryam (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2013-03-09 07:49 pm
fashionfairy) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-09 07:49 pm
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001 To Take A Deep Breath
Characters: Kanaya and everyone! (You are included in that!)
Setting: Various, starting outside room 1-07
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Kanaya attempts to explore the tower and make friends. Or at least not make any enemies right off.
Warnings: None unless she's attacked. She may look meek and gentle but she's quite proficient with that chainsaw. Also, a secondary warning: she tends to ramble when nervous.
The first thing Kanaya was aware of was the inability to move. That was hardly unusual as the viscosity of the sopor slime in the recuperacoons made it difficult to thrash about in but that gave it a sense of comfort. She was not in her recuperacoon however. She was lying on some soft surface, like a cushion but raised and with blankets. Panic began to rise in her throat as she realized that she was not even on the flying chunk of rock she and her friends now called home. As the paralysis wore off she was able to take in her surroundings....and the rather hideous bodysuit and collar someclearly style challenged being had put on her.
She spotted the letter, read it quickly, and then went to the indicated chest to change into something more familiar. At least the collar was similar to her blood color so it didn't clash too terribly. A small wave of relief washed over her to see the matriorb safely nestled among various lengths of fabric. Even if she had failed everything else at least that was still safe and there was still hope.
Next, however, came a more pressing matter. She turned toward the door, placed her hand on the handle...and hesitated. Who knew what lay outside. She steeled herself, made sure the bottle of lipstick was in her pocket, and walked out to meet whatever lay beyond the threshold.
Setting: Various, starting outside room 1-07
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Kanaya attempts to explore the tower and make friends. Or at least not make any enemies right off.
Warnings: None unless she's attacked. She may look meek and gentle but she's quite proficient with that chainsaw. Also, a secondary warning: she tends to ramble when nervous.
The first thing Kanaya was aware of was the inability to move. That was hardly unusual as the viscosity of the sopor slime in the recuperacoons made it difficult to thrash about in but that gave it a sense of comfort. She was not in her recuperacoon however. She was lying on some soft surface, like a cushion but raised and with blankets. Panic began to rise in her throat as she realized that she was not even on the flying chunk of rock she and her friends now called home. As the paralysis wore off she was able to take in her surroundings....and the rather hideous bodysuit and collar some
She spotted the letter, read it quickly, and then went to the indicated chest to change into something more familiar. At least the collar was similar to her blood color so it didn't clash too terribly. A small wave of relief washed over her to see the matriorb safely nestled among various lengths of fabric. Even if she had failed everything else at least that was still safe and there was still hope.
Next, however, came a more pressing matter. She turned toward the door, placed her hand on the handle...and hesitated. Who knew what lay outside. She steeled herself, made sure the bottle of lipstick was in her pocket, and walked out to meet whatever lay beyond the threshold.
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Yeah I... I'm not really sure how to describe it either. I've been here only a few weeks myself so I'm not really sure what to make of it either, aside from that it's really, really dangerous here. I guess the two main things you probably need to know right now is that there's a ton of monsters here and a bunch of people here somehow got pulled here from different worlds.
[There's a pause here, she's certain there's more than that but she's not really all that qualified to answer a ton of questions. That's probably best left to somebody who's been around longer than she has.]
Oh! By the way, I'm Amelia! What's your name? [For someone clearly armed and armored, she sure is a cheerful one.]
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Are there truly so many dangers? The note implied that this tower would be safe and-
[She's interrupted by a rather loud gurgling sound from her stomach. Her cheeks turn a delicate shade of jade from embarrassment.]
It also mentioned something of a place to eat and an odd sounding meal of 'oat'. Would you know where I could find it? I fear I haven't eaten in several hours.