ONE - keep yourself alive

[frederick]

Characters: Sol Badguy and YOU.
Setting: Room 4-08. Other places!
Format: Action, but I'll go with whatever.
Summary: One perpetually cranky fighting game protagonist tries to find someone in charge to punch.
Warnings: Possibly mild profanity.

[ Room 4-08

To say Sol panicked when he woke up would be an understatement. Both Fireseal and the Limiter were missing--he could feel his blood burning. Why can he not move? Sleep paralysis? You have got to be--every second that ticked away, he felt the fire burning a bit more and a bit more. Until--

Thirty seconds. He could move.

He did not even take in any of his surroundings until he smashed open the crate containing the aforementioned items and his own clothes. Thankfully the object was close at hand, so his usual solution of 'hit things until things are fixed starting with the closest thing' once again came to the rescue. Although in his defense, lacking those items did pose more of a problem than any other possible circumstance...

Headgear firmly in place: check. The feeling of fire and fury were quickly smothered, but not nearly as much as he had hoped. This was because...

Before him were various pieces of machinery and metals and other indecipherable items. They broke his sword.

...Was it to get it to fit inside that stupid box? What a pain-in-the-ass.

Well, at least he had his headgear and, possibly even more importantly, his RIOT-brand outfit. Alright. Now that he was back in normal condition (albeit minus a sword), he calmly and coolly-- ]

Alright. What the Hell is this shit? HEY!

[ Ok no he stands in the room fuming and ready to hit more things. Just what the Hell is going on here? And what is with this collar? He is in dire need of some answers. Maybe setting the place on fire will get someone's attention? ]

Hmm...

[ 1st Floor - Cafeteria

As much as he was loathe to admit it, he was not likely to get any information from any source but the other people stuck in this dump. So, he accepted he would have to interact with people. Surely someone here knew something and he could get on track to getting out of here. ]

Hey, you! C'mere!

[ ...Not that he was going to be polite about it. ]

[ Floor 3 - Library

After collecting the various pieces of his Fireseal Sword from the room and generally being frustrated with every possible response he would inevitably receive from everyone else, Sol found what he hoped to be the quietest and hopefully least likely to be annoyed spot possible (or at least he hoped, seeing as he stopped after immediately getting there and was too lazy to keep looking) in what appeared to be a library.

So, he sat down at a table, intent on putting the ridiculous device back together. All the while mumbling to himself. ]

Pain...in the ass.

Comments

[frederick]

Name a reason why I should tell you, kid.

[looselips]

Look, unless it's some kind of top secret experimental tech, do you have any reason not to besides being a stubborn ass? Hell, even if it is, I'm pretty sure no one here cares. Just so you know, the government suits can't swoop in and kill you for spilling classified information here.

[frederick]

Snot-nosed brat. Maybe some people just like some privacy. Ever think about that?

[looselips]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Okay, let's try a different approach, then. You can either tell me, or I can just sit here and watch for however long it takes you to put it together.

[frederick]

[ God damn kids and their being more stubborn than him sometimes and punching them usually not being a viable option.

Now, what is the most correct but boring way to describe it...? ]

A sword. There, now you can go.

[looselips]

A sword.

[He sounds incredulous. So, he reaches out and attempts to grab a piece off the table. If allowed, he'll probably hold it up and wave it around a little, but in either case he asks,] So what part of a sword is this?

[frederick]

The part that is going to beat your ass if you touch anything again.

[ He snatches it away. ]

It's a magic tool. I use it like a sword. Y'know, swinging around, hitting people?

[looselips]

[He doesn't respond to that threat with anything more than a roll of the eyes. This kid is pretty brazen.]

Sounds like a great use of your resources. [He sounds sarcastic, but his tone might not be entirely genuine. When he speaks again, his voice is the perfect blend of curious and "there's no way a peasant like you wouldn't answer someone like me."] What's it actually do?

[Nope, not leaving.]

[frederick]

[ This kid is just not going to go away. What a drag. ]

Don't think you'd get it if I explained it.

[looselips]

Try me.

[Abruptly, his tone grows more belligerent. Goddamn assholes looking down on him for his age...!]

[frederick]

...

[ Normally he wouldn't bother, but he is feeling...generous or belligerent? It's hard to tell the difference. ]

It's a magic tool incorporating one of the fundamental elements to tune the harmonic frequencies of magic incantations of that element.

[looselips]

[...]

[Okay, admittedly he didn't get all of that, but he isn't going to let this guy show him up.]

So, it's...a Mystic Code for elemental magic?

[frederick]

Gonna need to elaborate on that, kid.

[ Weird alternate world nomenclature is to be expected. ]

[looselips]

Right. [He waves a hand flippantly.] It's a tool magi use to store and boost magical energy, usually.

[frederick]

...Eh, close enough.

[ Being anal-retentive about specifics takes too much work. Screw that. ]

Happy now?

[looselips]

I guess so.

[...Except he's still not leaving. He leans his cheek on one palm and continues to study the parts on the table pretty intently.]