towerofanimus | first patrol

Characters: Sora and yooou. Seriously she's poking her head into every room, you can meet her in two tags if you want.
Setting: various.
Format: Your choice. <3
Summary: Superheroes should be proactive, especially in the face of great peril. Minutes after waking up, a newly-arrived Sora wanders the tower.
Warnings: None so far!

Sora is a slow waker at the best of times, and a worse one when she's been kidnapped and moved to somewhere that isn't her hideout and her alarm clock, so it isn't until she sits up, calls out the names of several of her major villainous counterparts hopefully (they're usually nice enough to stay nearby when she wakes up, in case she has questions like 'where am I' and 'what have you done with my friends'), and does two circuits of the room that she notices the paper on the table.

When she reads it, it's all she can do not to scream. This lasts for a while, this struggle with self-control and vocal chords, so her legs thoughtfully buckle and she ends up back on the edge of her bed, clutching the note on her lap. Her world. It's too big a concept for her to wrap her head around. All those people. She tries to imagine it, and what could have caused it, and fails. Several times. She blames herself, then stops, then the guilt is shoved down into a part of her mind full of childhood memories and unpleasant thoughts.

Deep breaths. If she's here, Sora, an insignificant girl from Manhattan, then that means others have to be here.

X never warned me is her next thought, but she dismisses it as unworthy of a knight and a hero. It's not her mysterious masked benefactor's fault. It never is. No villains have turned up either, which means she's free to look around. And she means to do exactly that; she is going to search this place, wherever it is, until she keels over from exhaustion. And then she'll start again.

She doesn't notice the trunk until she stubs her toe on it, but once she's got it open, she lets herself cry a little bit. Then she carefully stacks the photos at the bottom, and tucks them underneath some shirts and her socks. The cape and her costume she takes out, mask tied in place, boots and gloves on, cape swirling down to the back of her knees. The gauntlet she fits to her left hand, and even though it isn't armed right now, it makes her feel better. Closer to the others. Armoured, she feels more confident, and sets out into the corridor.

Sora plans to open every single door in this tower, just on the offchance her friends are behind it.

But they aren't. You are. Hello there.

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In Sora-language, that meant 'by all means, come right in'. So, naturally, she did. By this point, she'd invaded most of the dormitory rooms in the tower, and both her crop of new friends and her confidence had grown in the meantime.

My but her new prospective helper-slash-friend was tall.

She smiled, undaunted. "Thanks! I'm looking for my friends. They'd be wearing masks like mine, only without the horns! And different colours."

Of course they would be. His eyebrows seemed to grow more tense as he looked her costume and mask over, trying to think if he'd seen any like it before. Nothing rang a bell.

Well, except that symbol looked oddly familiar...

"I haven't seen anyone with masks like that," Sam finally replied. Really, he did honestly want to help, but it was kind of hard when all he had to go off of was 'they were masks.' "What are their names?"

"Um... I shouldn't really give their civilian names. But this is an emergency, I guess!" She realised, belatedly, that she should have brought the photos of them she'd found in her trunk. Too late now. "There's Koharu. She has long, soft hair and she's an amazing cook! Yuki has short hair. But with these two long braids! And she has beautiful gold eyes... Reiko's hair is always in bunches," she mimed two pigtails spiralling down the sides of her head. "And she always looks angry. Tomoko's got bunches too, but she's still a kid. Sometimes her hair waggles, like a little dog's ears. She likes strawberry juice boxes. And Hiyo is a kid too, but she wears a hat with a little duck badge on it."

She stopped to breathe, and looked up at him expectantly. Surely that was just enough detail. "Their hero names are all colours, like mine! But the Angels call them weird names instead. I don't remember what they are, though. Sorry."

His eyebrows relaxed, and then they shot up into his bangs. Waggles like a dogs ears... was she serious?

She gave him much more than he asked for, but that was good. It gave him more to work with. Again, Sam took a minute to think about it, trying to recall if he had seen any of the people she had described. Unfortunately he didn't. So, he gave her the best apologetic glance that he had to offer.

Probably would have said something too, but suddenly he was very distracted by 'angels'... Those ever expressive eyebrows tensed again, almost into something that was worried. Anything to do with angels usually never ended good.

Of course, that didn't mean she meant those kinds of angels, and because he wasn't sure, Sam was gonna try and pass it off as just being curious. For all he knew, she could be talking about a rival group of costumer wearing strangers who name themselves after food instead of colors and call her groups names. "Wait, who are 'the Angels?'"

Technically, that was precisely what she was talking about. Food names aside. Although she didn't really understand all of the symbolism - that was Yuki's job, Reiko's job, the job of those smarter than her by far, and she just wore the costume and used the right names - she had a grasp of it. But since they were more serious than that, she took the question in stride.

"It's complicated," she waved one gauntlet-covered hand sheepishly. "They're the ones who run Utopia. The ones I have to fight, to free everyone. They're in charge, and they do horrible things, and force people to do horrible things, too, but... But I'm not sure they're bad, exactly, so..." She trailed off. "I'm not smart enough to explain, not really. They just need to be shown another way! That's where I come in."

Great, so basically "The Angels" in her world were dicks. Didn't that sound familiar?

Maybe he didn't have enough to answer his real question of 'were they talking about the same Angels?' But at least he knew enough to figure out why she was wearing a costume. Which, by the way, that symbol on said costume was tugging at the back of his mind relentlessly.

"You're a superhero." It was more of a statement than a question. He didn't believe in them since on Earth they didn't exist outside of comic books, but different worlds had different rules he supposed; this thought of his based on the fact that trolls back on Earth definitely did not live in hives and come from mother grubs.

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