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towerofanimus2013-05-20 01:41 am
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[06] || [Rumors] || [Open]
Characters: Gandalf the White and You.
Setting: Dormitory Floors, Cafeteria, Library and Meadow.
Format: Action or Prose, as you prefer.
Summary: The "rumor has it" event starts and Gandalf investigates the weird writings on the walls. There will be two prompts for the first day of the event (Dormitories and Cafeteria), a prompt for any other day during the event (Library) and a prompt backdatted to before the event (Meadow).
Warnings: Nothing for now, will update if something comes up.
• Dormitory Floors (Morning, First day of the Event)
This morning could have been the beginning of a pleasant day-- Or at the very least a less unpleasant day; depending on your viewpoint and mood. Yes it could have been, if only it had not been the obvious start of yet another game designed by the administrators. Damaging the walls of the tower was an impossible task for any of the residents, that much the wizard was certain of-- So when the he spotted a marking inscribed onto the very wall saying: 'Amagi Challenge? What Amagi Challenge? Wasn't a problem at all for Ryoji Mochizuki. Though it seems to have escalated a little quickly, if you know what we mean. Little fast, don't you think, Yuki-chan?', it was fairly obvious it could be naught but the work of the tower.
The White Wizard frowned upon seeing this and studied the markings-- Not that it made much sense, the names spoken here were not familiar to him. Was it saying an event that came to pass, that would come to pass? Were those mere words with no sense? Somehow he doubted this would have no effect, and took note of it on a yellowed paper. If this was the premise of yet another game, or experiment, they should be ready to deal with its consequences.
• Cafeteria (Afternoon, First day of the Event)
By the time Gandalf reached the Cafeteria, he would have caught up with the rumor process and the inner workings of this 'event', more or less. Dangerous game that the administrators were playing, and whilst he was certain that they had set some failsafe meant to protect the administrative levels from the potential of rumors backfiring, it was no less of a danger for the residents.
No matter, he would eat his usual meal all while pondering about this and looking at the rumor in the Cafeteria from a certain distance: 'Someone is going through your trunk while you sleep'. In any other situation, this could have been funny. As he ate, he spotted someone striking out this rumor only to inscribe a new one: 'Everyone can hear what you're thinking'. Not so long after, he spotted yet another person edit the rumor in a no less questionable form: 'Everyone can hear what you're thinking and now they don't like you'.
So much he had hoped the people in this tower had changed and grown. That the trials they had gone through would have elevated them beyond such petty things and prepared them for the battles to come. So great the disappointment was. He sighed and pushed his meal aside, walking to the rumor in order to inspect it and see if anything unusual happened now that two people had edited it.
• Library (Floor 19 - Any day during the event)
In the library, you could find Gandalf maintaining a list of the ongoing rumors in the tower-- Or at least the rumors he had caught sight of, which probably omitted a lot of them. The list was divided between the dangerous, helpful and harmless rumors. Thankfully the tower's residents seemed good enough at keeping the harmful rumors from ever coming true.
Otherwise, Gandalf would be inspecting the restored missing sections of the library. This was without a doubt the most positive aspect to have come from these rumors, yet at the same time the most disappointing. Most of the books turned into dust upon being touched, even when he tried to take them using magic. And what books were not ruined, were impossible to read due to the ink. Sometimes he would be pointing his staff on one of the inked pages to try and have it become readable, to no avail.
Disappointing was on understatement. So long he had hoped to find the missing books and now that they were there, they were of no use. If they were the real missing books for that matter-- Yet he felt that yes and that someone purposefully ruined them, but in no way could he be certain of that.
• Meadow (Evening - Backdatted to before the Event)
Even though Gandalf spent most of his of time working on his theories and helping the 'resistance' movements, on rare occasions he took time to spend with his companion, Shadowfax-- His horse and old friend whom he 'regained' following the events that had transpired during October. The lord of all horses was sometimes running around, disappearing and reappearing once in a while.
Meanwhile, Gandalf was working on some fireworks of his own making. Celebratory events were scarce and rare in this tower, but when they happened they were occasions for people to keep their spirits up and his fireworks generally proved to be great distractions, especially for children.
From times to times, he would set elf-fountains off, emitting showers of multi-color sparks, or small rockets producing beautiful and shining greens trees with trunks of dark smoke. He would do that only once or twice though, to make certain his fireworks were still working correctly.
Setting: Dormitory Floors, Cafeteria, Library and Meadow.
Format: Action or Prose, as you prefer.
Summary: The "rumor has it" event starts and Gandalf investigates the weird writings on the walls. There will be two prompts for the first day of the event (Dormitories and Cafeteria), a prompt for any other day during the event (Library) and a prompt backdatted to before the event (Meadow).
Warnings: Nothing for now, will update if something comes up.
• Dormitory Floors (Morning, First day of the Event)
This morning could have been the beginning of a pleasant day-- Or at the very least a less unpleasant day; depending on your viewpoint and mood. Yes it could have been, if only it had not been the obvious start of yet another game designed by the administrators. Damaging the walls of the tower was an impossible task for any of the residents, that much the wizard was certain of-- So when the he spotted a marking inscribed onto the very wall saying: 'Amagi Challenge? What Amagi Challenge? Wasn't a problem at all for Ryoji Mochizuki. Though it seems to have escalated a little quickly, if you know what we mean. Little fast, don't you think, Yuki-chan?', it was fairly obvious it could be naught but the work of the tower.
The White Wizard frowned upon seeing this and studied the markings-- Not that it made much sense, the names spoken here were not familiar to him. Was it saying an event that came to pass, that would come to pass? Were those mere words with no sense? Somehow he doubted this would have no effect, and took note of it on a yellowed paper. If this was the premise of yet another game, or experiment, they should be ready to deal with its consequences.
• Cafeteria (Afternoon, First day of the Event)
By the time Gandalf reached the Cafeteria, he would have caught up with the rumor process and the inner workings of this 'event', more or less. Dangerous game that the administrators were playing, and whilst he was certain that they had set some failsafe meant to protect the administrative levels from the potential of rumors backfiring, it was no less of a danger for the residents.
No matter, he would eat his usual meal all while pondering about this and looking at the rumor in the Cafeteria from a certain distance: 'Someone is going through your trunk while you sleep'. In any other situation, this could have been funny. As he ate, he spotted someone striking out this rumor only to inscribe a new one: 'Everyone can hear what you're thinking'. Not so long after, he spotted yet another person edit the rumor in a no less questionable form: 'Everyone can hear what you're thinking and now they don't like you'.
So much he had hoped the people in this tower had changed and grown. That the trials they had gone through would have elevated them beyond such petty things and prepared them for the battles to come. So great the disappointment was. He sighed and pushed his meal aside, walking to the rumor in order to inspect it and see if anything unusual happened now that two people had edited it.
• Library (Floor 19 - Any day during the event)
In the library, you could find Gandalf maintaining a list of the ongoing rumors in the tower-- Or at least the rumors he had caught sight of, which probably omitted a lot of them. The list was divided between the dangerous, helpful and harmless rumors. Thankfully the tower's residents seemed good enough at keeping the harmful rumors from ever coming true.
Otherwise, Gandalf would be inspecting the restored missing sections of the library. This was without a doubt the most positive aspect to have come from these rumors, yet at the same time the most disappointing. Most of the books turned into dust upon being touched, even when he tried to take them using magic. And what books were not ruined, were impossible to read due to the ink. Sometimes he would be pointing his staff on one of the inked pages to try and have it become readable, to no avail.
Disappointing was on understatement. So long he had hoped to find the missing books and now that they were there, they were of no use. If they were the real missing books for that matter-- Yet he felt that yes and that someone purposefully ruined them, but in no way could he be certain of that.
• Meadow (Evening - Backdatted to before the Event)
Even though Gandalf spent most of his of time working on his theories and helping the 'resistance' movements, on rare occasions he took time to spend with his companion, Shadowfax-- His horse and old friend whom he 'regained' following the events that had transpired during October. The lord of all horses was sometimes running around, disappearing and reappearing once in a while.
Meanwhile, Gandalf was working on some fireworks of his own making. Celebratory events were scarce and rare in this tower, but when they happened they were occasions for people to keep their spirits up and his fireworks generally proved to be great distractions, especially for children.
From times to times, he would set elf-fountains off, emitting showers of multi-color sparks, or small rockets producing beautiful and shining greens trees with trunks of dark smoke. He would do that only once or twice though, to make certain his fireworks were still working correctly.
Meadow
"Gandalf. I did not know you were in possession of such a fine beast." Thorin's eyes drifted over to the fine stallion next to them. "Are you planning on making some fireworks for the tower's inhabitants? I thought only the hobbits appreciated such displays." He teased slightly.
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With that he rose his eyebrows at Thorin with a slight smile before turning back to the fireworks
"I am." he nodded and took a rocket on the ground "Hobbits are far from being the only ones in this tower or for that matter in Middle-Earth to appreciate my expertise in this domain, and for this I am thankful."
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"Were you pulled from our quest by the tower like I was? Or another time and place?" He let his eyes grace over Shadowfax once more. "Why would the king of Rohan give you his mount?"
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He sighed. His curiosity was to be expected, yet there were some things that he would have to keep from the Dwarf. Knowing too much about your own future was never a good thing.
"I come from what you would call the future. Many years after the completion of the quest." he said "Or more accurately, I come from a possible future, for your journey has yet to be completed and your destiny to be written."
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"You are trying to tell me, that you come from the future? What witchcraft is this?" He had confusion in his voice and also annoyance. How could he just believe that? Those sort of ideas did not exist. At least, he thought not.
"After the quest, you say? How far after?"
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Gandalf then coughed at his question on how far after. The questions on the future he had feared, but this one was fairly harmless.
"Oh... Some eighty years after the quest if my memories serve me right."
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"I do not care of the business of wizards, yet something major but have happened for you to change your image."
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"This is correct. I was Gandalf the Grey." he said "I am now Gandalf the White. If you truly want to know, I shall only say that the head of my order revealed his true colors and the task was cast upon me to be what he should have been."
There is a certain irony when he says 'colors', but he shall say no more words on that matter.
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"Tis good to see you again, Gandalf. No matter what colours you bare, you are still welcome on the quest. As long as you do not question my motives and orders I give to the other dwarves." He remembered the incident at the burned out house. Gandalf sought company elsewhere and Thorin threw a dwarven tantrum.