⌐ First Hymn: Waking Up in Strange Beds ¬

[mysterical]

Characters: Tear and You!
Setting: Dormitory levels, and then the first floor, third floor and the 101st floor.
Format: Preference for action spam.
Summary: Tear’s arrival to Animus!
Warnings: Um, an unhappy soldier?

Room 1-07 (Closed to Roommates)
[Hello, roommates, have a newbie! Tear’s just waking up… And she’s got some issues. First of all, she's not back in Yulia City. Second of all, WHO CHANGED HER CLOTHES! And third, she's got this collar on. She's not into this kinky stuff. So...

She's going to scramble around until she sees the note. She carefully reads it over a few times.]

Impossible! Auldrant's gone? Who is playing this cruel joke? Where are Anise and Natalia, because if they've put me in this ridiculous outfit for Peony's entertainment, when we've got our trip to Eldrant to take care of...Yulia help me I will smack them both.

First floor cafeteria
[Tear is looking over the menu for this strange place now that she's dressed in her OWN clothes again. On one hand, it reminds her a little of the Oracle Headquarters at the cathedral in Daath, but there is something innately sinister in the entire place's atmosphere.]

Hm, while none of these sound particularly bad, the flower theme's a little daunting [She's not talking to anyone in general. Just out loud.]

Third Floor Library
[Now that Tear has some down time, she's going to curl up with a good book and try to relax. She's currently browsing the historical novels to see what is there. The titles are interesting to her, but it takes a second of staring for the words to translate into the Fonic Alphabet she's been used to.

This entire place is going to take some getting used to for her. No Auldrant. Ripped away from her friends and her grandfather. No idea when or if she can even get out of this place. In reality, if she wasn't trying to still process everything, she might cry.]

What is this Pride and Prejudice? Is it any good?

Floor 101
[Unlike the beautiful meadow on the 25th floor, Tear feels completely alone as she stands in the midst of the hanging gardens. If you come upon her, you will only find her staring out in the vast open sky, not moving, not talking, not singing. Just staring with a blank expression on her face.]

Comments

[mysterical]

[She never expected him to feel guilty for being himself. It was better that he was being so normal, or she'd probably be creeped out.]

Oh, well, I suppose that is still workable. You're a Seventh Fonist naturally and I'm sure that with a little more work Luke would be able to grasp some of the basics.

[bloodyashes]

[Prepare to be a bit disturbed in the future, then, Tear. Then again, Asch being weird should be the least of your worries.]

I'd be grateful, if you had the time.

[mysterical]

[She looked at him for a moment. It seemed that she'd been relieved too soon. Grateful Asch? That was totally unexpected.]

Hm...it looks like I have quite a bit of time, since we're stuck here for a while.

[You can stop looking at her like that now. Please.]

[bloodyashes]

[What's with that face, Tear? He had enough manners banged into him at the manor to thank people for doing with a favor.]

I'm a bit busy this month, but I can make time. Down here in the kitchens or in the lounge on the 81st floor are the easiest places to find me.

[Busy running around the floors and trying to not get killed, yeah, great job.]

[mysterical]

[Why is she still eying you like an alien has replaced you with a pod-person? Well...you normally are just a big jerk to everyone, but if things really were as bad as you were saying, welp, pod-person behavior was explained pretty easily.]

Well, it is nice to know that you are easily found, but what about the areas we can actually practice on? I'm not familiar enough with this tower yet to pick one.

[bloodyashes]

[Hey if you want to see pod person, ask him about last month!

Except don't.]

Depends on how much space you need.

[mysterical]

[She thought about what she'd done when she'd begun her healer training and her one-on-one training with Legretta.]

A space large enough in case of accidents due to Seventh Fonon manipulation and away from residential areas. If you know something like that, it would be helpful.

[bloodyashes]

[He's familiar enough with the idea of Seventh Fonon accidents - they're the reason he wasn't train in healing in the first place, due to the risks associated with hyperresonance - but he's relatively unconcerned about them now. If something happens, well, get up and try again tomorrow.]

There's several floors that would do. Luke tends to favor the meadow on the 25th, and there's also a forest a few floors up from here. The Tower itself is fairly indestructible, so any floor aside from the ones that strip away special abilities should be fine.

[mysterical]

[With Asch and Luke both attempting to learn how to use the Seventh Fonon to heal, Tear would have preferred a space that was wide enough so that no one died due to an overload. Especially since either redhead could cause a hyperresonance alone. Despite what Asch said about these admins being able to put their souls into new bodies, Tear had no desire to test that out.]

The meadow should be fine.

[She blinked as he mentioned floors that stripped their powers.]

What floors are those that render us powerless?

[bloodyashes]

Virtually any floors with walls open to the outside. I guess they don't want anyone flying off.

[The meadow isn't really his choice, but... oh well. It is the safest floor in the Tower, apparently, since even the dorm corridors get monsters once in a while.]

[mysterical]

In a way, that makes sense. Keep your prisoners complacent but make sure they can't escape either.

[Sorry, Asch. You had your chance to pick the place.]

[bloodyashes]

We're hardly complacent.

[But no, that for later, if this thing works. If it doesn't, well, probably better Tear doesn't know. The Admins had proved that they weren't above petty revenge, after all.]

[mysterical]

I can't really see you being the complacent type anyway.

[That's her sad attempt at trying to sound friendly in a very awkward situation.]