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towerofanimus2013-04-04 08:00 pm
flipkicking) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-04 08:00 pm
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Mission 001 [ Magic Act ] | OPEN
Characters: Jill Valentine and anyone!
Setting: Room 2-03, dorm halls, then Floor 4
Format: Starting prose, but whatever's fine with me.
Summary: Jill arrives, trusts nothing, suspects everything, and explores.
Warnings: None at the moment.
[Room 2-03/Dorm halls]
There were two possibilities, as far as Jill could deduce. Either this was another trick, some illusion that she'd eventually wake or break out of -- or it was real, which meant that she'd been taken somewhere else besides home, besides any place in the Underworld.
Another world, in the latter scenario, was possible -- there was an infinite number of them, so what was to say she hadn't ended up in one she didn't know? The way this was set up, the letters... if anything, the place looked like another crossroads.
Never good, from what she'd learned.
She didn't sit around long. Jill looked in the indicated trunk first, hardly surprised to find her usual weaponry -- she did, however, all but scowl at the single outfit the chest provided. Looking as new as the day she received it, the form-hugging battle suit was, undoubtedly, hers. Her initial impulse was to hurl it back inside, but compared to what she'd woken up in... well. Experience-wise, it was the lesser of two evils, and it allowed her to carry her weapons, which she wasn't about to leave lying around -- so she changed, albeit grudgingly, dropping the pistol and spare clip into the holster, strapping the knife to her boot, tucking away the lockpick. She wore her weapons openly, without choice, but she'd done the same for a year now. The one thing that agitated her more than the suit, though, was the thing around her neck: it wasn't tight enough to choke, but just being there, and apparently without a lock or keyhole or strap that she could find, was enough for her to distrust it.
Fine.
Jill emerged into the unfamiliar hall, heels clicking on the floor until she made an effort to reduce the sound. She didn't question anyone as she passed; she just moved quietly, unassumingly, taking everything in with a trained eye, wanting her own opinion and deductions before asking anyone anything. She didn't recognize a single face, but that didn't really surprise her, either. Just more people, some dressed like she had been, all with similar chokers.
[Floor 4]
Going by the letters she'd received, she decided to go down to the first floor. From there, she eventually and silently made her way up to the fourth. Lingering here the longest, Jill crossed her arms and observed the windows with a blank expression. That her homeworld had been destroyed, she would never believe; that the Underworld had... It was more believable, more acceptable, but no less dreaded, considering all the people who might still be there.
And those who aren't.
Jill's features changed for the first time, edging into a frown.
Illusion or reality, she knew this wasn't a good situation she'd found herself in.
Setting: Room 2-03, dorm halls, then Floor 4
Format: Starting prose, but whatever's fine with me.
Summary: Jill arrives, trusts nothing, suspects everything, and explores.
Warnings: None at the moment.
[Room 2-03/Dorm halls]
There were two possibilities, as far as Jill could deduce. Either this was another trick, some illusion that she'd eventually wake or break out of -- or it was real, which meant that she'd been taken somewhere else besides home, besides any place in the Underworld.
Another world, in the latter scenario, was possible -- there was an infinite number of them, so what was to say she hadn't ended up in one she didn't know? The way this was set up, the letters... if anything, the place looked like another crossroads.
Never good, from what she'd learned.
She didn't sit around long. Jill looked in the indicated trunk first, hardly surprised to find her usual weaponry -- she did, however, all but scowl at the single outfit the chest provided. Looking as new as the day she received it, the form-hugging battle suit was, undoubtedly, hers. Her initial impulse was to hurl it back inside, but compared to what she'd woken up in... well. Experience-wise, it was the lesser of two evils, and it allowed her to carry her weapons, which she wasn't about to leave lying around -- so she changed, albeit grudgingly, dropping the pistol and spare clip into the holster, strapping the knife to her boot, tucking away the lockpick. She wore her weapons openly, without choice, but she'd done the same for a year now. The one thing that agitated her more than the suit, though, was the thing around her neck: it wasn't tight enough to choke, but just being there, and apparently without a lock or keyhole or strap that she could find, was enough for her to distrust it.
Fine.
Jill emerged into the unfamiliar hall, heels clicking on the floor until she made an effort to reduce the sound. She didn't question anyone as she passed; she just moved quietly, unassumingly, taking everything in with a trained eye, wanting her own opinion and deductions before asking anyone anything. She didn't recognize a single face, but that didn't really surprise her, either. Just more people, some dressed like she had been, all with similar chokers.
[Floor 4]
Going by the letters she'd received, she decided to go down to the first floor. From there, she eventually and silently made her way up to the fourth. Lingering here the longest, Jill crossed her arms and observed the windows with a blank expression. That her homeworld had been destroyed, she would never believe; that the Underworld had... It was more believable, more acceptable, but no less dreaded, considering all the people who might still be there.
And those who aren't.
Jill's features changed for the first time, edging into a frown.
Illusion or reality, she knew this wasn't a good situation she'd found herself in.
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"I have met a hobbit and an elf on my travels. Also, a young boy who is confused as I am as to why he was placed here. It seems our captors do not care whom they abduct."
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"Sounds like it," Jill agreed grimly. She turned to look the way she'd been heading before. "There should be a terminal -- a way of looking into it," she corrected, "somewhere nearby. If you don't mind going together, we can see what we find."
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"Aye. Perhaps we will find this terminal and be able to gain some answers."
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As she tapped at the keyboard to wake the idle system, she asked without looking over, "Ever seen anything like this?" Even if her focus was on the computer, she kept the stranger in her peripheral vision -- particularly as long as he had that sword.
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"What are you doing with the device?"
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"Think of it as writing letters, just not on paper." She nodded at the keyboard. "Instead of ink, you use these. One for each letter or number." Once logged in, accessing the posts was simple enough; it was a busy network, recently and often used by the look of it.
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"I have not read them yet, but I will later." He looked at where she was pointing. It seemed simple enough. Pressing buttons seemed obvious now that he looked at the machine in more detail.
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"By the looks of it, the people have adjusted here. Enough that escape isn't a recent topic of discussion." Plus she was going by what Rise had told her. "Doesn't look like there's been much going on in terms of interference from those in charge..."
Which would only mean that one such interference was likely coming up soon.
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"Perhaps, using this device, we can contact the leader of this tower and get us out."
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At his suggestion, she tapped her fingers absently along the keyboard. "Possibly," she acknowledged carefully, "but if I had to guess? I'd say the people here have already tried threatening, reasoning with, and bribing the ones responsible. I'm also betting no one's gotten anywhere with it." Pessimistic, maybe, but realistic, also.
Frowning, she added, "I've dealt with similar people before, you could say. Whatever their reasoning, they won't give it up easily."
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