towerofanimus | Round 01 [OPEN]

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Round 01 [OPEN]

Characters: Morrigan Aensland and anyone else!
Setting: Primarily the dorm, but can be found pretty much anywhere
Format: Action
Summary: Among the droid-ified residents and the general chaos of the event, there is a succubus that doesn't know what the hell is going on -- or even how she got here.
Warnings: Potential violence, body horror, and what-have-you (not for Morrigan, mind, but for those that may be interacting with her)

[Green eyes open to the sight of a place that isn't her castle, isn't the human world, and isn't the Majigen that she had defeated Jedah in.]

[Curiosity, above all else, fills Morrigan's brain -- doubly so when she realizes she can't move. But everything else about her seems fine, and she can sense faint flickers of energy from other sources. Whatever this place is, it has all manner of people for her to have fun with. That's... relieving, at the very least.]

[When she is finally able to move, the very first thing she does is to sit up and inspect her surroundings. There are other beds here -- which means there must be other people that know where she is, people that know how she got here.]

[But then, she notices the collar.]

[It's not tight enough to be constricting, but it isn't loose enough for her to do anything with it. The color is pretty, but beyond that? It's a bit of a nuisance -- and one that she would very much like to be rid of.]

[The first idea that comes to Morrigan's mind after leaving the dorms is to explore -- not that she has any other choice, really -- and thus she starts descending the stairway that leads down the Tower.]

[Occasionally, on a floor that looks particularly interesting, she takes a risk and steps out onto the area, looking about with a child-like glimmer of fascination in her eyes.]

[For a place that seems to be without an exit? It's certainly engaging. Shame that it seems to be more like a prison than an escape.]

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[New prey. That's the first thing on Red's malfunctioning mind when he spots the newcomer stepping onto the floor. He'd been just about to leave himself, as he'd driven away all the other residents, but one more certainly wouldn't hurt...]

[The pink-collared creature that stalks towards Morrigan is not quite animal, but very close. There's humanity in Red's face, and his paws are just hands and feet... but the way he moves, that four-legged gait, is definitely animal. It looks like he's been injured, though, as there's tears in his white catsuit and blood stains the legs of said clothing. Injured animals are more vicious, aren't they?]

[There's an almost eerie sort of familiarity to Red as he stalks nearer. In a way, he reminds her of Jon Talbain, though there is something much more... primal to him.]

[The pink-ish collar alerts the succubus to something else entirely, however. Was this dog-man another resident of the Tower, trapped with nowhere to go? Was he hostile, and that collar marked him as some sort of danger?]

Curiouser and curiouser, it seems...

[Whatever the reason, however, she knows a possible fight when she sees one. As she walks down the snow-covered stairs of the castle, she keeps herself ready to retaliate if the need arises.]

[Whatever Red might normally be, it doesn't matter. He's a crazed animal, out for blood, and in this case it's Morrigan's. Kicking up snow as he runs, the modified Caninu growls and lunges, teeth bared. Red should pose little threat to Morrigan; his teeth aren't nearly as sharp as an actual wolf's, and he doesn't have any claws either. Still, the sheer ferocity should get him somewhere...]

[Among the hallways one might notice that there had been signs of a struggle. All of it one sided of course as the scorchmarks that are in what remains of a possible scattered corpse here and there point to a pretty one sided massacre.

Down the ways one might even pick up the bouncy tip of the black, oversized hat that the resident tiny master wears at all times.

Veigar had enough with the ridiculous drone-i-fied people of the tower. While he owed them nothing and care little for them, he still wasn't keen on playing along with the stupid whims of the administrators.

No, he'd stay out of their stupid game until it all blows over, but in the meantime, he'd continue going about his daily business. He did however notice the presence nearby. A pretty strong one at that, nothing the tiny master of evil couldn't dispatch easily, but it was of an intriguing essence.

He paused and looked over his shoulder, wondering if it would approach.]

[The signs of fighting were not lost on Morrigan. The succubus knew that whatever had caused such damage was pretty strong -- and that was enough for her.]

[It also helped that she could sense, among the bustling energy of other beings, someone that seemed awfully close to her current position. Thus, with curiosity in full swing, the green-haired woman had no other choice but to keep moving on, drawing closer still.]

[Once the woman came into view, Veigar 'raised' a brow as his glowing eyes studied her from his position.]

You. [He pointed at her as if there was anyone else in the area.] You're new around these parts aren't you?

I have definitely not felt your presence before and I certainly haven't seen you either.

Or are you one of the administrator's pets? [He did notice the collar, but in the recent months, they had become more sneaky with their tricks, specially after him and the others from the evil alliance broke into the lower levels.]

[...Demanding little thing, aren't you?]

[Morrigan folds her hands over her chest, looking mighty offended at the accusation.]

I have just arrived, yes. But I am no pet!

Ah I see. Good then, there have been too many who have fallen unto their strings and it's rather pathetic. I've had to dispatch a few from their embarrassment and shame. Of course, everyone comes back upon death in this place.... Most of the time.

[He spoke casually and even shrugged at the end. It seemed death meant little if anything at all and he was readily eager to obliterate people in the tower if the need arose.]

So, new arrival then. Do you go by any name?

People come back from death? [Somewhere in the back of her mind, she's drawing parallels to Jedah and his Majigen.] ...well. This place may be more interesting than I thought.

[She relaxes after that, uncrossing her hands and instead resting them on her hips.] My name's Morrigan Aensland. And you?

Indeed they do, although some have died a bit too much in this wretched place and have found out that immortality has a price.

[Veigar shrugged, he didn't have to worry about that...]

Morrigan Aensland... Hm, definitely a new arrival. [He said thoughtfully before grinning, his glowing maw very apparent under the constant shadows.]

I am Veigar, Master of true power and wielder of cosmic energies! I'm afraid I've been a denizen of this place for much longer than I would have liked, but I suppose it does have its benefits.

[France walks through the halls muttering to himself, a weary smile plastered on his face. Only snippets of what he's saying can be heard, things like "England" and "Jeanne" and "How are they still alive? I don't understand," and it's easy to see that this is one newbie who hasn't taken too well to the sights of all the mutilated drones wandering around.

Still, he makes an effort to greet everyone he walks by, as if being extra friendly will somehow make him forget about the things he's seen this past week.]

Bonjour, darling, bonjour... Ah, hello! Good day to you...

[When he lays eyes on Morrigan, his eyes practically pop out of his head. Scared out of his mind or not, he can appreciate a fine-looking woman when he sees one. So, ever the flirt, France slides up to her, flashing her an easy smile.]

Bonjour, madame! How are you doing on this lovely day, hmm?

[Morrigan can appreciate someone's company -- especially in a place she's so utterly unfamiliar with. When France comes her way, she flashes an equally carefree smile.]

I'm not doing too bad, handsome. I'm a little lost, but I've certainly had worse days.

[...and better ones, too. But mostly worse ones.]

[At the compliment, France chuckles, tossing his hair out of his face as if to give the woman a better view.]

My, yes, this place is very disorienting, isn't it? Trapping such a beautiful young lady like yourself in here, without even giving you a small courtesy like a map...

[He sighs and shakes his head, but he's still smiling.]

...It's simply deplorable!

[Wow. What a suck-up.]

[Suck up all you want. Morrigan likes it.]

Now, if more people thought like you, I'm sure I wouldn't be stuck in such a place!!

[She crosses her arms under her chest, pushing them up juuuust a little, and smiles.]

Would you mind keeping me company? I'd like to stay with someone that knows their way around this place.

[France's eyes flick down to her chest for a half a second, then he turns his gaze back up to her face and tries his hardest to keep it there.]

Oh, of course, of course! I would be happy to, madame.

[She doesn't need to know that he's as new to this place as she is. Details, really.

He extends his hand, but not for a handshake. The way he's bending slightly at the waist and holding his palm upward makes it clear that it's his intention to kiss her hand by way of greeting.]

My name is Francis. And what might yours be, my darling?

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Round 01 [OPEN]

Floor 73

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Hallways

(Dreadfully sorry for taking so long! Real Life beckoned for... a long while)

No worries! S'all good ^^b

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Dorm Hallways

(ALL OF MY APOLOGIES; I had some Life Issues that cut into things for a bit. OTL)

not a problem! ^^

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