Wave 3 | Aftermath - Open

[wolfbat_captain]

Characters: Tahno and anybody!
Setting: Floor 90
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: The Wolfbat King never thought he'd die, except maybe in a drunken coma. He can still feel the gears grinding through his entire body.
Warnings: Recounting a pretty gruesome death. Traumatized superstar athlete. Probably swearing.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes he couldn't move, and yet it felt like hours. He didn't know what to think. Did that kid break his neck and paralyze him? No, he had done more than that. He had torn through his skin and his bones and his insides and split him into... how many pieces?

How was he awake, then? Did the tower do something to bring him back?

He didn't know, and didn't care. When he could finally move again, he stumbled out of his room and began to wander the tower. He didn't know how high he'd climbed, but eventually his legs were about to give out, so he stopped on floor 90. The lagoon in the middle looked so refreshing. Water.

He almost ran and threw himself in, but before he hit the water, he saw the creatures inside. He didn't want to go in anymore. So he sat a few feet away with his knees to his chest and pulled out some water for himself. He held it on his hands, and didn't like how warm it was. He froze it, and then it hurt. 

But it hurt in all the right ways

A moment later, he pulled more out of the pond until he could coat his whole torso in it. And then he lowered the temperature until it wasn't quite frozen. But it hurt.

Do you dare approach someone who feels so... lost?

Comments

[no_longer_a_king]

Arturia had been walking by, making her usual rounds of the Tower because she had nothing better to do. Normally, she kept to herself, but she had stopped on this floor, watching the boy bit by bit pull water out of the lagoon, coating himself in it, and then doing something that made it look colder, slushy almost.

The blonde approached him, unable to resist the urge to at least check up on him:

"Are you all right, boy?"

Except she appeared no older than he was. Why was she calling him "boy" of all things?

[wolfbat_captain]

The sudden voice startled him. All the slushy water that was clinging to him spread out into a half bubble, and as his hands flexed, it froze completely into a sort of shield.

He nearly fell on his back as he turned to see who it was. She didn't look familiar at all. But... she also didn't look like one of those drones.

"I'm fine!" He snapped, scrambling to his feet.

[no_longer_a_king]

So this boy had magic and was fairly proficient in it. He appeared to be on the hot headed side, but that could be whatever had him on edge speaking. Arturia knew well how this Tower could effect people.

"Then what is it you are doing?"

A ritual, perhaps? But he does not look as serene as someone who would be meditating should.