⌐ 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

[semantating]

Every word is but a game, and every game involves at least one word, Miss--we should, I think, take it a bit more seriously! Or... less seriously, if you want to be unserious with how serious you are.

[ That silliness aside, as for the nutrition bars, he sighs dramatically, waving a floppy sleeve in a circular motion. ]

You would be best not to ask. Somehow they managed to make something a more disgustingly distasteful disastrous mess than the oatmeal itself, which, somehow, is always around. Speaking personally, however, there ARE those of us whose job it is to serve, myself included, that have found ways to get by. I do believe this month is in the hands of Mister Riki, who enjoys things in colorful quantities.

[mysterical]

[She huffed a tiny sigh. Already, his actions reminded her a bit too much of Jade when he was at his worst. And, since it wasn't aimed at her most of the time, she wasn't that used to it.]

That's saying something. The oatmeal was disgusting. And, are you saying that you work in this cafeteria? How does that work?

[semantating]

[ Teehee. Sorry, Tear: he enjoys wordplay. ]

Not at all! It works however one works, I imagine.

[ Vague answer is vague! He's so very helpful. ]

I would watch your step, by the way, the stairs are liable to consume you.

[mysterical]

[Annoying...This man is annoying. Vaguely, Tear wonders if Luke finds him so, but she shoves that idea to the back of her head as she concentrates on the matter at hand.]

Do you know how I could find a job to do in this Tower, sir? If you don't, that's okay. I can find someone else to answer that question.

[Stairs? What? Maybe if she plays along with him, she might discover what the hell he's actually saying.]

Is that right? Do they make that a habit?

[semantating]

Well, well... someone must be bored--or looking to please our kidnappers. But if you are so eager to please, and pleased to be eager, you could always ask them yourself, or, of course, they may simply give you one at random. I would be careful what you wish for, though.

[ Floppy sleeve wave. ]

You may be given the job of cleaning the windows, for example, or the stairs. And they are surely ankle-biters!

[mysterical]

I have no desire to please the psychopaths that kidnapped me from my home, my life, before I could save it from a crazy megalomaniac. [Her brother.] I was merely curious so I'm not wandering around here like a lost little cheagle at every turn.

Really? The tower itself attacks us? And what about at night?

[No one's told her about the monsters that roam certain floors.]

[semantating]

[ Break gives a merry sort of laugh, oh he likes this sort of person, so very much. ]

Well, it tends to deposit you into the gaping jaws of hell. Or in this case, creatures from it. I hope that should you be thinking of manual trips up and down the stairs, you have the ability to defend yourself, Miss--otherwise, you may find yourself horribly mutilated! The last step is always the trickiest, after all.

[mysterical]

[His laugh isn't comforting at all, but she can deal with it. His words, on the other hand, were finally easy to ascertain. Before he can blink, she has a knife out and at his throat, her face impassive.]

I assure you that I can defend myself well.

[semantating]

[ He could react, show her his actual reflexes are perfectly fine enough to avoid that... but instead? Break simply smiles, smiles, smiles. Because he knows it would be very simple for him to take his cane and cut this woman in two.

But he will not. He doesn't flinch in the slightest. ]

Such violence is unbecoming, you know! You certainly do not need to prove your point to me--I would, if I were you, wait until the proper point to point your point at the creatures which lurk here in the night, Miss.

[mysterical]

[She could feel the tension in the man's body, letting her know that despite his clownish attitude that he had some sort of reflexes that could be useful in battle. With a wry smile, she pulled her knife back and put it back in the sheath on her thigh.]

I will keep that in mind, Sir. And please note that I don't take to threats kindly.