[o1] Just a little more madness to add the pile. ☂ Open.

[semantating]

Characters: Break [OU] and whomever!
Setting: Various floors about the Tower during early afternoon. BACKDATED SLIGHTLY TO BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS DISAPPEARING.
Format: Action works best, can't promise I won't be slow on prose.
Summary: Break has been here for a little bit and he's... well. Let's just say a bit displeased is a good enough word. Also, he wants information and he wants it now.
Warnings: Break is his own warning--seriously, he'll troll and manipulate and crunch candy at you. Just saying. Or he might offer you some! Who knows.

[ROOM 4-06; LOCKED TO ROOMIES.]

[ And so the newest in the room awakes. The initial sleep paralysis does not disturb Break; indeed, he is apt to put it down to his body, but as he refuses to NOT wake up, wake he does immediately once it relinquishes control to his breathing and eyelids, and other muscles. He sits upright quickly. His single red eye narrows. He finds the notes quickly, all in silence, and--

Crumples the the "your world is destroyed" note into a ball and tosses it aside like yesterday's newspaper, only the briefest flashes of utter loathing and disdain on his face. This collar. It had a purpose. He did not like how it boded. Was his Chain sealed? Could Vincent be responsible? No. He was sharing this room. Hatter was still quite active, he could feel it, though it was dormant as usual. And so Break wordlessly disappears into his trunk, removing a change of clothing and disappears down the hall to change.

When he comes back, he sorts out the rest of the trunk, grabs his cane and Emily, who is now on his shoulder quite happily, and he flops noisily on his bed, acting far happier than he had been moments before. ]

Haven't they put us with some interesting people, Emily?

[ Flop flop flop. He leans over the bed to look at his other roommates with a grin like a child, almost, unfazed by the world. ]

Perhaps they should introduce themselves!

[Floor 95]

[ So there's an adult in the ballpit. Having a ridiculously fun time, juggling some balls even, swimming about. Maybe he snuck up on you. Maybe he didn't. Either way, have a hello! ]

My, isn't this delightful? Who knew our captors were so concerned with keeping us entertained!

[ Grown man. Playing with brightly colored balls. ... Right. ]

[Floor 94]

[ Break finds the Dark Room particularly interesting. Photographs are not a particularly popular staple of his world, after all; they are just developing. If you bump into him here, you're likelier to notice his red eye before anything else, though... or he just might notice YOU first. Here, he desires simply to observe. ]

[Floor 1]

[ Bah, that oatmeal was tasteless, utterly. But someone probably told him to eat it either way, and Break isn't stupid, so he'll happily be pulling out a happy little tin of candies and choosing one now. Looks like a swell person to come talk to, this victorian-clothed man with his white hair, pale skin, and red eye, and that puppet on his shoulder... don't you think? Floppy sleeves, a bit of a slouch; harmless! ... Right?

Of course. And so he plucks out a candy and waves a most floppy sleeve to you. Come sit with him~! ]

[Anywhere else]

[ Just specify or handwave! Break is apt to wander purely to gather information, from the dorms to the elevators. ]

Comments

[greyerrant]

[ An armored figure sits hunched on a bed nearby. He is some 8 feet tall, and his helm's eyeslits are an incarnadine red, glowing slightly as they gaze at Break. ]

I am Cerberus.

[semantating]

[ Oho, a knight of sorts! How entertaining a day this will be--if he puts it all before him out of his mind, of course. He must have a goal to live. He will make that goal to gather information for now, and from there, well... ]

Do forgive me for asking, but curiosity compels me; you are a knight of a sort, aren't you? Why, that armor speaks of nothing but desire to protect. Who are you protecting? You? Or someone else? If we are to stay together, I simply MUST know.

[ And he says nothing else for now (for now!), for Break does not have a death wish, and he is not an idiot, not as much as he seems, the smile and clownish act. ]

[greyerrant]

[ Loken's hands flex within his gauntlets briefly, testing the malfunctioning armor with a muted annoyance. Certain systems and all of his weapons appear to have been... removed. And the ghost of his brother, now long dead, is still at his back. ]

I am a knight-errant in the service of Malcador the Sigilite, yes. I protect Humanity from the darkness at the edges of the light of empirical understanding.

[semantating]

[ Oh my, and right off the bat his roommate is fascinating. Isn't he a lucky fellow? ]

Ah, in that case, we are quite the same. I am a servant myself, Sir Knight. Though my job is simply to serve tea, which does usually not require much protecting, unless one is concerned with clumsiness.

[ So, so very interesting indeed. Do tell him more, won't you? ]

Since this is backdated, Tohko can bother you on the first floor.

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko, in her usual attempts to keep up appearances, had wandered into the cafeteria..and saw someone waving to her. While he was opening up a tin, he did have an empty bowl in front of him. Since this seemed suspicious, Tohko sat down across from him.]

Pardon me, but are you a new resident?

EXACTLY AS PLANNED I mean. Yo

[semantating]

[ Break just smiles charmingly, as usual. He seems unbothered by this all, quite unusual. ]

Ah, you have good eyes, Miss! Why would I pardon you for pointing out quite the obvious? No one in their right mind would happily eat here when even the food itself lacks seasoning.

[ Particularly SUGAR. ]

LET THE CREEPING BEGIN!~

[tohko_amano]

Well, the cafeteria isn't always like this..the menu changes from month to month. However, if you are a new resident, I can tell you what I know about the Tower. That way, you'll know what you're up against.

There will be plenty. do not worry.

[semantating]

[ You, little girl, are his new BEST FRIEND. ]

Really, now? It would most certainly be nice to know what resources one has to work with. I've no idea how I can possibly make a decent cup of tea in these terrible conditions--do tell me, when are they usually fairer, Miss...?

[ He would love your name, for future reference, Tohko. ]

Floor 94

[notsogrimreaper]

[Ryoji never really liked the dark room. He wasn't a huge fan of photography, and even if he was, he doesn't know if he could get over the rather unsettling aura the floor seems to give off. He doesn't know what it is, but he doesn't trust that floor at all.

He just pauses on this floor for a moment, just surveying the area. He was actually heading on his way to Floor 96, as he wasn't in the best mood and thought maybe getting rid of a few nasty memories might lift his spirits. Still, he could have sworn he saw something move over there...]

boo

[semantating]

[ My, this one is an interesting catch. Such tenseness to him (Break's senses are quite better than one would think of him), such silence. What was he lingering on, he wondered? What little whispers the hatter were saying would turn to screams? Hard to tell without approaching. And so, he will whisper right into Ryoji's ear, like the creep he is: ]

Such a tense atmosphere... am I right in assuming you are not here simply to develop photography?

[ Sorry for the lack of troll warning there, Ryoji, but he is here now, singular red eye, smile, and all. It is a bit dark an hard to see, but in the dim red light, that other red light does so very much stand out. Like the shining eyes of something you would rather not see. But it is harmless, intent-wise. For now. ]

/whimper

[notsogrimreaper]

[Ryoji immediately stiffens upon hearing the voice, and turns to look at the other man, though in this darkness, he appeared to be more like a red-eyed demon. He takes one step back out of instinct, and then tries to focus on calming himself down, offering a small smile.]

I-I'm sorry. I was actually on my way to another floor, but I thought I heard someone here. I didn't mean to intrude. If you don't mind, I'll just leave you be...

[He's ready to turn and head out of here, but he's keeping one eye on Break, filled with unease.]

I don't even know what he's doing anymore I'm sorry he's out of my control now

[semantating]

Oh, but you just got here, didn't you? Why let a little company bother you?

[ Oh, interesting boy, why must you leave? He'll follow you, you know--if you try to leave. He really shall. ]

Was it the atmosphere, I wonder? Of course you want to leave. Isn't it already quick thick? Then again, it is always so hard to tell when pictures contain so many words all their own, why, such weight and you wouldn't need even an album before it crushed you under it.

... Are you afraid of that weight, perhaps?

ROOMIES YAY ROOMIES

[bloodyashes]

[What is it with these bizarre roommates?

Please don't mind the redhead brushing his hair out on the end of his bed, Break. He's stopped mid-stroke to give you a long-suffering look - seriously, he didn't even know the names of most of his first batch of roommates.]

Try introducing yourself, first.

MINIBARMA

[semantating]

[ So he is reminded of Barma somehow. Mostly in appearance though. ]

How troubling, Emily. I think he doesn't want to be friends with us!

Doesn't want to be friends with anyone but his hair!

[ Says the doll, going click-click-click. Break chuckles. ]

How cruel--you know, it never hurts to be a little polite. Or are you focused on beauty more?

ALL THE MINIBARMA

[bloodyashes]

[Asch makes a face - he's clearly wondering whether this is a benign sort of crazy or something he should be worried about. Oh well, can't possibly be worse than booger-kid and his endless font of denial.

And hey, he's being polite, putting the brush down and making a bugface is totally polite.]

...Asch. Pleasure to meet you.

[Huff huff sarcasm. Not sure if want to shake hands with.]

he's going to have fun with your name, Asch

[semantating]

[ He's completely harmless, this one. Probably just silly as all get out. Break rolls over and flops a bit more-- ]

You don't seem very ashen to me!

[ Says the doll. Ohohohoho. Anyway, have a sort of floppy sleeve wave. ]

I am Xerxes Break, and this little one is Emily. Though, you could likely tell from reading the door, unless you are quite incapable of such a feat.

[ Which he did, he's just being obnoxious. ]

AND NOW, THE CR YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ON FLOOR 1...

[risingshepard]

[Dropping by the Cafeteria has more or less become routine for her, mainly because she's been going in there, leaving her share of bounties for the day, and skittering off to repeat the process for the last few days. She'd have continued on with that if not for someone catching her attention--namely, this newcomer.]

Huh. Don't think I've seen you here before--did you just arrive?

HECK YES SNARKY LEADER.

[semantating]

You would be quite right, but I do not assume this difficult to guess in the least, given the horrendous taste of our saviors.

[ Just a chuckle from the clown over here; won't you sit with him, Shep? ]

The lack of proper service here! Who abducts such valued people and then has no decent tea?

Now let's see how long it takes for her to get that Break's another TIMmy... 8D

[risingshepard]

Only the morons heading this wonderful little establishment. [Well, it wouldn't hurt to keep this guy company for a while. Shepard heads on over.] They're not exactly known for a stellar service record.

Floor 95

[primordial]

[He's just been exploring really, and...this is a floor.]

[Really, how could ball pits be at all terrifying?]

[But what Sam is currently more confused about is the clearly grown man frolicking through the sea of balls. He scratches his head, eyebrows furrowed in evident befuddlement.]

Um. Look's like you're having...fun.

[He'll just stay here and try not to fall in, thanks. :Ib]

[semantating]

[ HE IS HAVING FUN. He's like a ballpit shark though you probably don't want to go in there, it can't be good for you if you're attacked by a ballpit shark. ]

Or fun could be having me! Why, how often does one expect to come across a floor full of nothing but brightly colored balls while making their way through a Tower?

[ All the same he's ridiculous and don't mind if he kind of pops up and Emily, his little puppet, is on his head now. ]

[primordial]

Not often. Actually, not often at all...hrm.

[He frowns. Wow, this man is silly. It almost makes him want to scoff in amusement, but he resists the urge to do so, just glancing at the puppet on his head.]

You're a toy-loving guy, huh? First ball pits, now you have puppets...

Floor 1

[the_word_is]

[White hair will always make Maka look twice, but Break obviously isn't Soul.

Break looks harmless enough, and Maka's new here and knows she needs to make alliances. So she walks over where the strange man is offering candy.]

Where'd you find candy?

[semantating]

[ He is entirely harmless. Really. ]

My, a young lady your age never having visited a sweet shop? You must have a very sheltered life; I have yet to see candy growing bushes, but if I run across one, I shall let you know.

[ In other words it was brought from home. ]

[the_word_is]

I've checked every floor. No candy bushes.

So, where'd you get it?

[Maka doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but candy means there might be more varieties of food.]