Fayt Leingod (
etherealblast) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-05-12 06:56 am
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Characters: Fayt Leingod and whoever runs across him.
Setting: Dormitory room 2-08 and various first block floors.
Format: Action. I’m also willing to follow along prose if you prefer that.
Summary: Fayt arrives in the tower.
Warnings: He's not exactly going to be very happy about this.
Room 2-08 and dormitory levels
[To be waking up in a strange room, in a strange place, wasn’t exactly the outcome Fayt had expected after everything that had happened recently. Not that he even knew what he expected to happen after they couldn't stop that program, but this didn't feel like it at all.
The first letter, when he opens it, is like a punch in the gut. The message was short and simple, almost horribly cheerful, for the information it contained. Fayt didn't want to believe it. There had to be another explanation, because he was sure the last thing he remembered hadn't been completely emptiness.
So of course, the first thing he does after reading through both letters is to change out of the awkwardly tight outfit he'd woken up in into something more familiar from the trunk at the foot of his bed and try to find someone who knows more than he does. He'll be wandering the halls of the dormitory, seeking out anyone he comes across for answers. Maybe he could find whoever was sharing that room with him... the other sections of the room did look occupied.]
Floor three library
[After spending some time on the dormitory level, Fayt takes to exploring the tower, taking the long elevator ride to the bottom. He’ll be lingering in the library on floor 3 the longest, hoping to find some more information. Fayt will be browsing determinedly through the shelves trying to find something on this place, but he’s failing, much to his frustration. Some of the books do seem interesting, though, and he can occasionally be found picking his way through the shelves, a pair of reading glasses perched on his face as he glances over random books.]
Cafeteria
[A while later he makes his way to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat, but he’s hesitant about the oatmeal. Why the insistence on eating that first? It seemed pretty odd, really. Fayt’s going to be deliberating on that for a bit before he decides what to do. Someone should probably stop him before he does something he’ll regret.]
Floor four
[He makes his way to floor four after that, and he takes in the view of the world outside the windows for a while, glancing out over the clouds and hoping to see something besides the obscured view. It was a roomy lounge, but he really would have preferred to see something of their surroundings. Was this really all that was out there?]
Floor five
[On floor five, Fayt wanders around a bit before finding the viewing stations. He spends some time eyeing them, wondering if he honestly wanted to know what sights they contained yet, let alone if he could trust them. He wasn’t sure what to believe, if the viewing stations were genuine or not, but he knew what he didn’t want to believe.]
Setting: Dormitory room 2-08 and various first block floors.
Format: Action. I’m also willing to follow along prose if you prefer that.
Summary: Fayt arrives in the tower.
Warnings: He's not exactly going to be very happy about this.
Room 2-08 and dormitory levels
[To be waking up in a strange room, in a strange place, wasn’t exactly the outcome Fayt had expected after everything that had happened recently. Not that he even knew what he expected to happen after they couldn't stop that program, but this didn't feel like it at all.
The first letter, when he opens it, is like a punch in the gut. The message was short and simple, almost horribly cheerful, for the information it contained. Fayt didn't want to believe it. There had to be another explanation, because he was sure the last thing he remembered hadn't been completely emptiness.
So of course, the first thing he does after reading through both letters is to change out of the awkwardly tight outfit he'd woken up in into something more familiar from the trunk at the foot of his bed and try to find someone who knows more than he does. He'll be wandering the halls of the dormitory, seeking out anyone he comes across for answers. Maybe he could find whoever was sharing that room with him... the other sections of the room did look occupied.]
Floor three library
[After spending some time on the dormitory level, Fayt takes to exploring the tower, taking the long elevator ride to the bottom. He’ll be lingering in the library on floor 3 the longest, hoping to find some more information. Fayt will be browsing determinedly through the shelves trying to find something on this place, but he’s failing, much to his frustration. Some of the books do seem interesting, though, and he can occasionally be found picking his way through the shelves, a pair of reading glasses perched on his face as he glances over random books.]
Cafeteria
[A while later he makes his way to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat, but he’s hesitant about the oatmeal. Why the insistence on eating that first? It seemed pretty odd, really. Fayt’s going to be deliberating on that for a bit before he decides what to do. Someone should probably stop him before he does something he’ll regret.]
Floor four
[He makes his way to floor four after that, and he takes in the view of the world outside the windows for a while, glancing out over the clouds and hoping to see something besides the obscured view. It was a roomy lounge, but he really would have preferred to see something of their surroundings. Was this really all that was out there?]
Floor five
[On floor five, Fayt wanders around a bit before finding the viewing stations. He spends some time eyeing them, wondering if he honestly wanted to know what sights they contained yet, let alone if he could trust them. He wasn’t sure what to believe, if the viewing stations were genuine or not, but he knew what he didn’t want to believe.]

Floor 5
Hey... mind if I ask you something?
Floor 5
Hearing words at his back, Sephiroth takes a deeper breath - almost as if he had been sleeping there and was now waking up. He hasn't been, but his inward focused, near-meditative time has recently become even more important than any physical training.
Of course, he'd known there was someone behind him but most would have walked right past him without a glance. Without even turning his head to look back at the person. Sephiroth answers, his tone as expressionless as he can make it.]
That depends on what exactly your question is.
Floor 5
He watches the man for a moment, curious about the quietness of his reaction, before speaking again, shifting his position slightly to incline his head towards the viewfinder.] These things... do you think they show the truth?
Floor 5
[Other than the way it makes him feel to look into the screen, other than the fact that he knows it's the only logical way his soul could have been torn from his World.
Even so, he must make sure he doesn't succumb to this place. That means, keeping the chance that it is still all a complex illusion in his mind somewhere. There is after all, no solid proof.
Sephiroth still doesn't move when he replies.]
I think that they do. But, that would be believing them.
Floor 5
Because that meant everything was gone. Everyone they'd met, everything they'd fought for had ended up meeting the same end anyway, if not worse.]
Floor 5
[How many times has Sephiroth wrung that one around in his head? Countless. Though recently he's felt a little too much that it's now questioning his questions.]
But then you might as well go the whole distance and question what is reality.
Floor 5
Reality is how you perceive the world around you. [What he wanted to believe was that there was more to this situation than what he'd been told. And he'd believe that unless he found some other reason that convinced him of otherwise.]
Floor 5
[What is reality huh? Sephiroth doesn't need to add this to his thought train. He turns a little from his seated position to look over his armoured shoulder at Fayt, a green eye glinting at him and framed on one side by a silver piece of hair.]
You must be new enough to not have been played with, yet.
[His voice is low, almost-hostile but quite obviously not towards the newcomer.]
Floor 5
I just arrived today, actually. [He can hear the tone, but he's not at all worried by it. This guy looked too calm to be angry at him.] So no, I haven't experienced whatever you meant by played with.
Floor 5
[After all who is Sephiroth to ruin the surprise.
He'd been (un)lucky enough to arrive to the Tower just before such an experiment but hadn't been 'selected' then. Given hindsight, he's not sure that was particularly a good thing now. Perhaps being dropped in the deep end to start with would have served better as a long-term coping mechanism. Who knows.]
Welcome to the Tower of Souls. [He said dryly. Still watching over Fayt from over a shoulder rather than turning to face him.]
Floor 5
So you're not going to tell me, huh? [He sighs, running a hand through his hair with a bland look.] Thanks for the welcome though, I guess. Not much about this place seems very welcoming in comparison.
Floor 5
Don't expect that to change, either. It's at least occupying with the hundred or so floors, for a while at least.
Floor 5
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He offers a small smile to the newcomer, though there is something there in his eyes that doesn't quite support the could-be friendly gesture.]
Most floors are designed to present a difficulty to you at best, your inevitable death at worst.
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'Let's be happy here'. Right. He hadn't been willing to believe it in the first place, but this just cinched it. He notes the expression, figuring it's probably more the state of things than anything that makes it so.] Thanks for the warning.
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He's not the one to give out warnings, but a small fact wouldn't make much difference.]
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Sephiroth. And yours?
[Because it can't hurt to know.]
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Not that Fayt had one less unusual.] Fayt. Fayt Leingod.
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Sephiroth doesn't reply anything more. He expects that the boy will find his way off this floor on his own.]