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towerofanimus2013-05-16 03:52 pm
averytinyparticle) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-16 03:52 pm
01. these are uneasy times
Characters: Quark and you!
Setting: Dorm 4-14, the cafeteria, floor fifteen, and floor eighty-eight.
Format: starting with prose, but will follow your lead!
Summary: Quark wakes up and is…more confused than upset. Looks like it’s time to explore!
Warnings: None at the moment other than lots of exclamation marks from an excitable child.
DORM 4-14
Quark was stuck and it wasn’t a nice feeling, especially when one considered the fact that he had been running as fast as his little legs could take him a second ago. When did he fall asleep? This was bad. Very bad. He had something really important he needed to go tell Grandpa and the others! Of course, the second he was allowed access to his motor functions, all the thoughts of immediate urgency and so called “important information” escaped him.
Where was he?
Quark looked around at the white room, and the white thing he was wearing, and his face twisted in confusion. He looked down at his wrist, surprised to find the watch that they could “never ever remove unless they were dead or had won the Nonary Game” gone. But then, he was wearing a collar now. Was this a new level, or something? Gosh, that Zero…what was he planning? That rabbit was really bad at explaining rules.
Not much later, Quark had looked over the two letters on the nightstand next to him, as well as rifled through the trunk at the foot of his bed to change back into his own clothes (and hat—boy had he ever felt silly and naked without it, though he couldn’t help but be disappointed that the snacks he had had inside of it seemed to be gone forever…and he was saving something really really yummy in there, too!). The other items in there were small—things he had picked up during the Games—and fit them easily into his pockets. He wasn’t really sure why he was taking the watch along, though. Especially because it looked broken, now. But…well…it couldn’t hurt.
And honestly, the boy still wasn’t convinced that Zero wasn’t behind all of this. After all, going about his business just to be knocked out and then wake up in a strange room? It kind of fit the pattern. So did the vague details about his home world having been destroyed (a fact that he took with hardly any trouble or argument). One thing did worry him, though—where was everyone? Sigma, Phi, Clover, Alice, K, Luna, even Dio…but Grandpa. Where was his Grandpa?
Well, the only way he’d find any of them was to get up and start moving. So that’s just what he does.
CAFETERIA
And after a long, boring, elevator ride, Quark found himself in the Cafeteria. He had to admit he was kinda hungry, so decided to grab—a bowl of oatmeal? He didn’t remember picking that up at all but oh well. It was better than nothing. The boy found a seat, a bit disappointed that none of the foods were things he could easily store inside of his hat for later, and began to spoon the mush into his mouth.
He made a face. It wasn’t tasty. It wasn’t really so bad he could justify complaining or ‘nothin, but…man was it ever bland. Even Grandpa cooked better than this. It didn’t matter, anyway. He’d eat it, and then be super energized to continue searching! It wasn’t easy to be a sleuth on an empty stomach.
FLOOR FIFTEEN
And once Quark did continue on his merry way again, the first floor that caught enough of his attention to stop and look around was the fifteenth.
“Whoa!” he breathes, excitedly, as he begins to look around at all the tools and other thingamajigs. He doesn’t know what the names of all of them are, but back home they’d be super useful! They were the kind of items that he’d been trained to look for when he was out and about…man, Grandpa would be so excited. It was like finding a treasure chest. Too bad he can’t keep them.
In any case, that’s hardly going to stop the impetuous little bugger from examining a buzz saw. Someone might want to stop him from putting his fingers so close to it before he loses them, though Quark would never concede that he’s being reckless.
FLOOR EIGHTY-EIGHT
But when he finally works his way up to it, it’s this floor that really gets Quark excited. The second he recognizes it’s a bar, he all but throws himself into it—only to be disappointed when a quick look around reveals to him that his grumpy old Grandpa is nowhere to be seen through the smoke and haze.
Forlornly, he leans against the side of the pool table in the center of the room and stares down at the green felt. It’s finally starting to hit him that maybe nobody else made it here. Maybe…this isn’t part of the game he was playing before he woke up. Maybe Zero isn’t behind this—and maybe he’s all alone.
It really isn’t a very nice thought.
Setting: Dorm 4-14, the cafeteria, floor fifteen, and floor eighty-eight.
Format: starting with prose, but will follow your lead!
Summary: Quark wakes up and is…more confused than upset. Looks like it’s time to explore!
Warnings: None at the moment other than lots of exclamation marks from an excitable child.
DORM 4-14
Quark was stuck and it wasn’t a nice feeling, especially when one considered the fact that he had been running as fast as his little legs could take him a second ago. When did he fall asleep? This was bad. Very bad. He had something really important he needed to go tell Grandpa and the others! Of course, the second he was allowed access to his motor functions, all the thoughts of immediate urgency and so called “important information” escaped him.
Where was he?
Quark looked around at the white room, and the white thing he was wearing, and his face twisted in confusion. He looked down at his wrist, surprised to find the watch that they could “never ever remove unless they were dead or had won the Nonary Game” gone. But then, he was wearing a collar now. Was this a new level, or something? Gosh, that Zero…what was he planning? That rabbit was really bad at explaining rules.
Not much later, Quark had looked over the two letters on the nightstand next to him, as well as rifled through the trunk at the foot of his bed to change back into his own clothes (and hat—boy had he ever felt silly and naked without it, though he couldn’t help but be disappointed that the snacks he had had inside of it seemed to be gone forever…and he was saving something really really yummy in there, too!). The other items in there were small—things he had picked up during the Games—and fit them easily into his pockets. He wasn’t really sure why he was taking the watch along, though. Especially because it looked broken, now. But…well…it couldn’t hurt.
And honestly, the boy still wasn’t convinced that Zero wasn’t behind all of this. After all, going about his business just to be knocked out and then wake up in a strange room? It kind of fit the pattern. So did the vague details about his home world having been destroyed (a fact that he took with hardly any trouble or argument). One thing did worry him, though—where was everyone? Sigma, Phi, Clover, Alice, K, Luna, even Dio…but Grandpa. Where was his Grandpa?
Well, the only way he’d find any of them was to get up and start moving. So that’s just what he does.
CAFETERIA
And after a long, boring, elevator ride, Quark found himself in the Cafeteria. He had to admit he was kinda hungry, so decided to grab—a bowl of oatmeal? He didn’t remember picking that up at all but oh well. It was better than nothing. The boy found a seat, a bit disappointed that none of the foods were things he could easily store inside of his hat for later, and began to spoon the mush into his mouth.
He made a face. It wasn’t tasty. It wasn’t really so bad he could justify complaining or ‘nothin, but…man was it ever bland. Even Grandpa cooked better than this. It didn’t matter, anyway. He’d eat it, and then be super energized to continue searching! It wasn’t easy to be a sleuth on an empty stomach.
FLOOR FIFTEEN
And once Quark did continue on his merry way again, the first floor that caught enough of his attention to stop and look around was the fifteenth.
“Whoa!” he breathes, excitedly, as he begins to look around at all the tools and other thingamajigs. He doesn’t know what the names of all of them are, but back home they’d be super useful! They were the kind of items that he’d been trained to look for when he was out and about…man, Grandpa would be so excited. It was like finding a treasure chest. Too bad he can’t keep them.
In any case, that’s hardly going to stop the impetuous little bugger from examining a buzz saw. Someone might want to stop him from putting his fingers so close to it before he loses them, though Quark would never concede that he’s being reckless.
FLOOR EIGHTY-EIGHT
But when he finally works his way up to it, it’s this floor that really gets Quark excited. The second he recognizes it’s a bar, he all but throws himself into it—only to be disappointed when a quick look around reveals to him that his grumpy old Grandpa is nowhere to be seen through the smoke and haze.
Forlornly, he leans against the side of the pool table in the center of the room and stares down at the green felt. It’s finally starting to hit him that maybe nobody else made it here. Maybe…this isn’t part of the game he was playing before he woke up. Maybe Zero isn’t behind this—and maybe he’s all alone.
It really isn’t a very nice thought.
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Did that mean that this guy was a samurai? Just the notion of it gets Quark excited all over again.
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*Considering it seems to have something that rests over the insides of the thighs, at least a little ways down, it isn't quite the type of loincloth Quark is thinking of. Enoch doesn't actually know what type it is, himself (or if it's an actual thing humans use somewhere), but Lucifel gave him something like it once and it's the thinnest he's been able to make a loincloth so it could fit under jeans.*
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And suddenly, the boy is thinking about the letter he read when he woke up. About worlds being destroyed, and all. Grandpa had never taught him to believe in other worlds--or even the possibilities of other worlds existing. "So, wait, you wear armor where you come from? What kind of place is that? What kind of job do you have there?"
Quark could go on with the questions, really, he could. But despite the rapid fire dialogue, his eyes are wide and attentive. He's a good student, really, always absorbing information and twisting it around inside of his mind. If only he could focus on a single topic at once.
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Not on Earth, at least. Heaven was the only place he could call home, but he couldn't remember it!
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He could relate, though. Well, kind of. He did have a home, even if it wasn't the most luxurious or peaceful--but if it hadn't been for one lonely, kindly old man, he wouldn't have had one. Nor would he had had a family. He'd just be another one of those nameless orphans that mill about so commonly about town. Anyway, all that mattered was that he had somebody who cared about him. Though, Quark didn't know if that was true for the man he was talking to.
And part of him felt afraid to ask. What if the answer was no, and Quark just made him even more sad? He decided to play it safe, and ask a more harmless question next.
"What's your name, Mister? Mine's Quark."
Sorry for being so slow, the event kind of swamped me
"Mine is Enoch. It's good to meet you, Quark."
No problem! I think it swamped everyone heehee.
But then, even though Quark did like his own name because of the thought that his Grandpa had put finding it for him, he had to admit that almost any name sounded cooler than how "Quark" did. Even just hearing it made him feel small. Though, to be fair, he was.
"But, yeah, you too! Though I wish I hadn't had to wake up in a strange Tower in order to meet you." It kind of put a bit of a sore twist on the encounter.
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"We all could do with a better situation...one day, we'll make it so."
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He thinks about the other place he had woken up in. He was tired of games. It hadn't been so scary at first, but as soon as he started to be faced with life-threatening obstacles, Quark had begun to understand (if vaguely) the severity of the situation he had wound up in. It wasn't something he could handle on his own. Nor was it something he wanted to so much as try and handle.
"...I really want to go home, Mister Enoch."
Even if his home wasn't a fun place on its own...at least it was home.
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Enoch knew the feeling - no matter which home he went back to, there was something unpleasant waiting. And yet...he still longed for them both.