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towerofanimus2013-05-10 04:59 pm
gothic_temptress) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-10 04:59 pm
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Characters: Aversa and OPEN
Setting: Room 1-17, the cafeteria, the llibrary.
Format: Action Spamy
Summary: Aversa arrives in the tower and is not in a good mood.
Warnings: None.
[Sitting alone on her bed, Aversa pours over the letter she had been given upon her arrival in the tower over and over again. Despite how simple the message was, it was a reality she simply could not comprehend. They had done everything in their power to destroy the Fell Dragon and save the world from the ruinous future his resurrection would have wrought if left unchecked. It simply made no sense, what had they done wrong? And more importantly, what had become of her husband and daughter? Had they to succumb to whatever had destroyed her home?
It was all to much even for someone such as Aversa. More angry the depressed or sad, the spellcaster crumbles the letter into a small ball and sets it aflame with a small burst of magical power. She had no time for such nonsense, better to ask her fellow inmates in this strange place about the matter then sit around acting like a grieving widow, a role she sincerely hoped she would not have to fill any time soon.]
[As one could not probe the depth's of this strange place on an empty stomach, Aversa soon found herself amidst the many tables and strange foodstuffs that the tower's cafeteria offered. Anything would have served to fill the void in the pit of her stomach left by being kidnapped and then suddenly told her world had went the way of her former master, but oatmeal would have to do.
She had tried to eat other things, and had several stains on various parts of her boots to prove it. But, after cleaning herself, she finally gave in and decided to eat the bubbling muck that passed as a first meal in the tower. Used to finer fare, the dark witch looks none to happy about having to ingest the bog-like substance sitting in a bowl before her.]
[The last leg of her journey took her to the library, a good enough to find other people as any. Not really in the mood to read anything in-depth, Aversa instead hides her nose in one of several thick tomes dedicated to various facets of magic and it's origins. Upon seeing someone she thinks capable of answering the many questions she had about the tower and its masters.]
Setting: Room 1-17, the cafeteria, the llibrary.
Format: Action Spamy
Summary: Aversa arrives in the tower and is not in a good mood.
Warnings: None.
[Sitting alone on her bed, Aversa pours over the letter she had been given upon her arrival in the tower over and over again. Despite how simple the message was, it was a reality she simply could not comprehend. They had done everything in their power to destroy the Fell Dragon and save the world from the ruinous future his resurrection would have wrought if left unchecked. It simply made no sense, what had they done wrong? And more importantly, what had become of her husband and daughter? Had they to succumb to whatever had destroyed her home?
It was all to much even for someone such as Aversa. More angry the depressed or sad, the spellcaster crumbles the letter into a small ball and sets it aflame with a small burst of magical power. She had no time for such nonsense, better to ask her fellow inmates in this strange place about the matter then sit around acting like a grieving widow, a role she sincerely hoped she would not have to fill any time soon.]
[As one could not probe the depth's of this strange place on an empty stomach, Aversa soon found herself amidst the many tables and strange foodstuffs that the tower's cafeteria offered. Anything would have served to fill the void in the pit of her stomach left by being kidnapped and then suddenly told her world had went the way of her former master, but oatmeal would have to do.
She had tried to eat other things, and had several stains on various parts of her boots to prove it. But, after cleaning herself, she finally gave in and decided to eat the bubbling muck that passed as a first meal in the tower. Used to finer fare, the dark witch looks none to happy about having to ingest the bog-like substance sitting in a bowl before her.]
[The last leg of her journey took her to the library, a good enough to find other people as any. Not really in the mood to read anything in-depth, Aversa instead hides her nose in one of several thick tomes dedicated to various facets of magic and it's origins. Upon seeing someone she thinks capable of answering the many questions she had about the tower and its masters.]
Cafeteria be....cause...welp.
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Welp. Robin knows the sound of a failed attempt at evading the oatmeal when she hears it, and so she goes to render aid.
... It is Aversa.
... Sigh.] It looks like you found out about the oatmeal the hard way, didn't you?
[She just sounds sympathetic because, well, in this situation, what's the point of enmity?]
Re: Cafeteria be....cause...welp.
I take it this problem will end once I ingest this awful muck?
[Aversa was to absorbed in her own problems to really notice whom she was speaking with.]
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[She has, unfortunately, run across this once or twice. Bleh.]
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[Her problem sort of solved, Aversa turns to other matters.]
You seem familiar, have we met somewhere before?
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You're. Kidding.]
I distinctly remember trouncing you and your Dreadlords! How could you hav- [Wait...] ...Could you be from before the war...?
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[This is a sick joke.]
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Alternate...universes....Gods...
[She puts a hand to her forehead. Ow, ow, ow. There's a universe where she's a man. OW.]
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It seems...in your world...I was born male, and not female.
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...You do look quite a bit like my darling dressed like that. I imagine I will take your word on the matter for the time being.
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For the best; there's enough problems here without infighting and old grudges.
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And as long as you don't stab me in the back, I shall do the same.
Cafeteria - slight reuse alright?
[Not that Gangrel really cares.]
[Several tables away, spoon posed like a released catapult, Gangrel looks almost normal in the standard tower uniforms and lacking his usual gaudy ensemble. That's what he gets for not investigating the truck by his bed.]
good with me