01 | or that look of surprise

[grancenturio]

Characters: Nessiah and you!
Setting: Room 1-04, Floor 98, Elevator, Cafeteria, Floor 3
Format: Will match yours.
Summary: Nessiah makes his entrance to the tower, discovers no-powers floors, and goes to get some food and research.
Warnings: Eye squick before he puts on his faceplate.

[Room 1-04]
[Nessiah had been displeased upon waking up here, but not frightened. There were few things that could frighten him after so many years of death and rebirth: a simple kidnapping would not accomplish it.

He read the letter and put it away, skepticism clear on what remained of his face. There were of course ways to destroy a world, but not many to do it instantaneously, without warning. He would have known that something was coming.

That done, he rooted in his trunk for his clothes and the chains that properly covered him. At the very least, he should put on his faceplate before anyone but his roommates saw the empty holes where his eyes should be.]

[Floor 98]
[The dormitories offered little interest to him, and the staircase seemed the obvious way to proceed. He avoided the glowing step of floor 101, briefly explored the crystalline caverns, then returned to find the next floor down.

The moment his foot left the staircase his vision went black as the spells he used to see were cut out suddenly. He stumbled, tumbling onto his knees as he landed on the pipe floor.

Nessiah tried to feel his way back to the staircase with his hands, but the pipes were unfamiliar territory and it would be too easy to fall into a hole...]

[Elevator]
[Having bee rescued, Nessiah wisely decided not to take the walk down past many other floors that could easily blind him, and took the elevator instead. He wasn't one to strike up a conversation himself, but he wouldn't be opposed to something to fill the half an hour it took to get from the top of the tower to the bottom.]

[Cafeteria]
[Nessiah was presented with terribly mediocre oatmeal, but at least it looked better than whatever else was being served. He took an out-of-the-way corner of the cafeteria and began to slowly eat, watching whoever else was desperate enough to come to the cafeteria for nutrition.]

[Floor 3]
[Despite having most of his face covered, Nessiah has no trouble reading, and has a large stack of books in front of him on one of the tables. It's quite curious.]

Comments

[grancenturio]

"Nessiah is my name." A calm smile. "Nothing would happen, except that you would see my face and the scarring from where my eyes were. Most find that unpleasant."

[shortstature]

Yata gives a shrug. Maybe he blushes and stutters around girls, but he's not squeamish. However, he doesn't want to press Nessiah or anything.

"That's a nice name. Hmm...I wonder what your world is like? So many people have completely different worlds from my own. It's all really interesting.

[grancenturio]

"Indeed, it's something I'd like to investigate if I have the chance." Nessiah has always been one for learning if possible. "I wouldn't know where to start explaining my own without a point of reference, however."

[shortstature]

Yata's pretty sure he means that Nessiah doesn't really know where to start when talking about his own world. That made a lot of sense, because he felt the same way.

"Well why don't you start with what you were doing when you came here and we'll go from there?

[grancenturio]

Manipulating the events of a continental war, mostly. But there is one thing he can say...

"I was in mourning."

[shortstature]

Mourning is definitely something Yata can understand. He's lost quite a few people he's cared about. In his opinion, it's worse to lose them to something other than death because it hurts worse to have them still there but gone at the same time.

"...That's awful. I can understand if you don't want to talk about it. I'm kind of in mourning too..."

[grancenturio]

"It's not something I can peak directly of... but I thank you for your sympathy."

Not talking of Gulcasa's death means not leaking critical details. Besides that, it also means not focusing on how much his emperor's death truly wounded him.

sorry I was on hiatus! Computer issues and all. I won't take this long to reply usually

[shortstature]

"Alright. I'll respect that. I know I wouldn't like it if a stranger got too pushy."

He leans against the elevator wall, yawning a bit.

"Where are you going, by the way? I have no particular place in mind."

GASP how dare you have computer issues outside of your control!!! B((((

[grancenturio]

"I was thinking of one of the lower floors... Bypassing the powerless floors was my main intention, really."

Blindness, bad.

lel thank you for being understanding Im really interested in our characters getting along

[shortstature]

"Are you hungry? Maybe we can get a bite to eat. Or...if you're feeling adventurous, we can just get off on a random floor and see what's there."

no problem <3333

[grancenturio]

"I don't eat much."

It's true. Randomly eating holds no appeal for him, and there are few foods he finds attractive.

[shortstature]

"Then let's get oftf on a random floor and see what's there? Maybe an adventure or something will happen."

[grancenturio]

Nessiah chuckles lightly at that. "You're young enough for adventures, are you?"

[shortstature]

"I'm 19 and I've always been up for jumping into the unknown. Mikoto-san gave me the courage to do that."

Yata grins at Nessiah, pride evident in the way he's carrying himself.

[grancenturio]

"If you can afford to do so in a place such as this, I suppose I might like to see the results."

A random floor it is.

[shortstature]

"You talk kind of different. Are you from the past?"

Yata's curiosity gets the better of him as he waits for the elevator door to open.

[grancenturio]

"Isn't everyone? Most people start from a past point and continue forward."

Duh.

[shortstature]

"No...I mean like, the past</> past...like from...a different period in history or something."

[grancenturio]

"Your clothes would certainly make a case for that."

No, he's not giving a straight answer.

[shortstature]

[Even though Yata can be a bit brash, he's not one to push. He's assuming that the other is hinting that perhaps his clothes could give away the fact he's from the distant past. At least, he hopes that's right; he can just hear that shitty monkey and Kusanagi-san calling him an idiot. He decides not to press the issue.]

...Oh, the elevator door is opening

Forty-one?

[grancenturio]

[In fact, Nessiah's clothes and chains are hiding a different secret entirely. The past thing is just a matter of perspective - the current day of Nessiah's world would seem like the past to Yata.]

Where have we ended up, I wonder...

41 is ok sorry about random format switching changing it back to orginal my bad

[shortstature]

Yata casually steps off the elevator, looking at the floor number.

"It looks like we're on floor 41. I don't know what's on this floor because I really haven't had time to memorize everything about this tower yet..."

no worries~

[grancenturio]

Nessiah peers into the pitch-black floor itself.

"I can't make anything out... but the floor unnerves me."

[shortstature]

Yata couldn't see much either, but he got a similar uneasy feeling.

"Do you have a light? My power is fire, but I don't think it'll be a whole lot of help as a light."

[grancenturio]

Nessiah muttered a brief incantation, and a ball of light appeared between his outstretched hands. It floated further into the room, revealing wall and ceiling made of squirming, wriggling-

"Insects," Nessiah grumbled. "I would just as soon skip this floor."