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]

Hey, not too clueless after all. Tell me how to get out of here.

[doesnotgetit]

You can't. If there was a way out, do you really think that the rest of us would still be here? [She motions to the rest of the room, where other residents wearing collars similar to the ones the girl and Sol are wearing are mingling about and eating.]

I'm not sure how the administrators keep so many people trapped in here, but they manage somehow.

[frederick]

Wrong answer. Try again.

[doesnotgetit]

... Uh. Sorry, but that's the right answer. I know it's really hard to accept, but that's the truth.

[frederick]

So no one else has managed to get out? What a pain-in-the-ass.

[ Now he has to figure it out on his OWN. That is going to take effort. God damn it, he HATES effort. ]

[doesnotgetit]

That's right. There are people here that have been stuck in this tower for a long time - up to a year or longer, I bet - and they haven't found a way out yet. I guess that means there isn't one.

[She doesn't exactly sound pleased when she says that, but hey. That's how it is, so she can't just lie.]

[frederick]

A year. Yeah, a long time.

[ The ironic tone from the IMMORTAL BOUNTY HUNTER is probably missed. A year? That is more of an above-averagely irritating detour than a 'long time'.

...Besides, the moment That Man wants him back around, he'll be gone. Assuming it isn't That Man's fault in the first place. ]

Obviously the lot around here aren't too bright if they give up after a year or so.

[doesnotgetit]

[Oh. She notices that tone. This guy's gunna be a fun one to deal with, huh?]

Actually, a lot of the people here are pretty smart. And I don't think they've given up yet; they're just trying to be more careful. The administrators are pretty sadistic, so making them angry isn't exactly something you want to do around here.

[frederick]

Really? Because that was what I was calling Plan A.

[doesnotgetit]

Really? And what exactly is Plan B? I think you'll need to consider going straight to that.

[frederick]

Yeah, I'll take your suggestion into consideration, kid.

[ no he wont

probably ]

[doesnotgetit]

You didn't even tell me what Plan B is. I can try and help you figure out your chances if you do.

[frederick]

Plan B is to do Plan A until it works.

[doesnotgetit]

[... Congratulations, Sol. You're one of the few people who can make Hakuno actually facepalm. This is quite a feat, considering the people she's had to deal with both here and back home!]

You're not a very good planner, are you?