† 1st Mystery; Arrival

[alethiological]

Characters: Willard H. Wright, Whoever else makes the mistake of speaking to him
Setting: Room 1-18, Cafeteria, Library
Format: Brackets as starter, but I can switch to whatever.
Summary: The usual new arrival crap, you know how it goes.
Warnings: Old cranky angels are rude as hell

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[Room 1-18]

[The first thing done upon regaining movement is a slow, glance-over of the letters, except they're tossed aside in record speed in favor of freezing in place for a minute or two, eyes closed.

No contact. Great.

Then it's like a switch is hit and all the slow movements are switched to a snapping efficiency, slamming open the trunk and digging through the clothes to land on - something.

A frightening stack of six-hundred plus papers that gets pulled out and flipped through quickly while crouched, then - just as quickly as the energy appears - it goes out. Back to apathy with a sigh and a shut of the trunk.]


[Floor 1]

[Alright whatever, so apparently one of the things you have to do is eat the stupid oatmeal. Whatever. There's worse things in the world to deal with.

So after getting dressed and maybe punching a wall or two, there's a deadpan mountain of a person slowly reading through a pile of papers and tapping against the bowl in a manner that can only be defined as distracted.]


[Floor 3]

[Obligations completed, the next thing on the list would be exploring the tower and taking mental notes.

Except the third floor was a library.

Okay, mental map of the tower can happen later. Now is the time to hide out in the mystery section for hours and hours and hours on end. At least he keeps to himself.]

Comments

Third Floor

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko, as usual, was tending to her library duties, which involved cleaning up messes that the patrons made, organizing books, and other things. As usual, Ivan, her retrieval unit of a stalker, followed her, wearing his name tag and paper hat as he followed her.

As she walked around and cleaned, she couldn't help but notice someone reading a book in the mystery section. Curious, she approached him, smiling, with Ivan keeping a few feet behind them.]

Good morning! What are you reading?

[alethiological]

[It says something about how much attention he was paying to the world that he freezes at the voice, gold eyes darting up to stare directly at the source.

But the surprise - no, too faint for it, but something like it - fades after a second and the book gets shut.]

Chesterton. It's still morning?

[Said in the bland tone of someone who frequently loses time due to books. Oh well.]

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko was a book girl, so it was common for her to just lose her sense of space and time when she was reading and eating a book. However, at the mention of the author, her smile grew, and she nodded.]

It is! Don't worry, the time hasn't gotten away from you..but which volume by him are you reading? The Man Who Was Thursday? The Everlasting Man? The Thing? Or The Napoleon of Notting Hill?

[alethiological]

[That was... new. She earns a blink, more impressed than shocked, but it fades off to a faint smile a second later. The kind that feels like it never comes out often enough.]

The Blue Cross. I never got the chance to read his works, so I'm working chronologically.

[tohko_amano]

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that! Chesterton really is a great author, so it's good that you're able to read his works now. The Blue Cross really is a great place to start out! It's like a lukewarm peanut soup with lots of nuts and spices! It's delicious!

floor 1

[justiceerror]

[...well... something about this man just made battler want to talk to him. there was a certain air about him, from a realm much like his own, perhaps? had battler been told by bernkastel of one like will? who knows.

in any case, battler walks over to will, hands in his pockets as he stares down at the man as he sat, tapping against the bowl.]

Just devour it, not like it'll bite.

[alethiological]

[Interruption. Eyes dart up from his notes to stare up at--

oh

you

The tapping immediately stops and the eyes narrow slightly, part realization and part annoyance, but none of the wariness Battler might be used to. But it's a stare that immediately confirms the feeling about that 'certain air'.]

Sorry for multitasking.

[justiceerror]

[oh, what a funny guy he is! battler only responds back with a slight sigh, shrugging his shoulders.]

That look you're giving me.... do I seem familiar to you?

[alethiological]

A bit. [The wardrobe upgrade is new, but wouldn't put it past Bern to make him a free-roaming piece.]

[justiceerror]

[a bit? so he does at least know him.]

And I'm afraid I don't even know your name. Even if you recognize me I'll introduce myself once more...

I'm Battler. Battler Ushiromiya. [the evil counterpart at least.] This is where you tell me your name.

floor 3

[blackwitch]

[ ... Oh. This guy again. It's been a long time since she's even seen him, but she sure does remember the last time he was here in the tower, how boring he was being towards her..

So when she sees him standing there looking at the books in the mystery section, but pokes him (and not too gently, this is Evatrice, after all) with her staff. The heights of maturity, ladies and gentleman. ]

[alethiological]

[Oh, what was that, being poked by a staff?

It's a snap of a reaction to grab it with one arm. It's like trying to yank it back from an iron vice. A heartbeat or three later is when he actually turns his head to spot the source.]

Hello Eva. [And no annoyance whatsoever at the prodding. What a saint.]

[blackwitch]

[ Darnit Will, why do you always got to be so mature especially compared to her? She just frowns when he looks in her direction, her expression oh so very easy to read. ]

It's Beatrice. [ Although-- wait. ] How do you remember my name either way, huh? Last time you weren't even interesting, you were so boring you might as well just have rolled over and died!

[alethiological]

Sorry the previous me was boring. I'll try harder.

[He won't.

But at least he lets go of her staff. Hopefully she wasn't relying trying to retrieve it too hard.]

[blackwitch]

[ The classic trick...

But at least she wasn't trying too terribly hard yet, so she only stumbles back about one step, keeping her balance fairly easily. Now her staff isn't stuck in the iron grip anymore though she just huffs. ]

And how do you plan on doing that, huuuuh? You don't look like you're putting some effort into it right now!

Floor 1

[stalemates]

[Guess who's appeared, crouching on the table? That's right, it's everyone's favourite witch~ Lambda rests her hands on her knees, and her chin on her hands, as she watches Will.]

Back already? What're you doing?

[alethiological]

[She gets a flick of a glance that's pretty much a dismissal - for all of one second. Because of everything here, she's the first thing that's familiar and she's close enough to that witch to get an answer.

That glare is probably the only reason her question gets missed.] What happened?

[stalemates]

What do you mean what happened? 'Your world has been destroyed', and all that junk. Hope you weren't too into Heaven.

[alethiological]

[Wrong answer. Cue one of the neurotic freak-out moments, rising with his hands slamming on the table, clouded gold eyes already switching to bright, blazing yellow.]

Where's Lion?! [It's a growled snap of a shout, echoing like shattered splinters from the volume, but it gets cut off a second later with a lock-down of expression. The type of blank face that means something trying really hard not to flip out at people at random.

Wait, too late, he just flipped out at someone at random, damn it.

Sitting back down, but the glowing eyes don't fade off just yet.] Forget it. I doubt you'd answer. What did you mean by 'back already'?

[stalemates]

Lion?

[It's typical Lambda-exaggeration on her face as she thinks hard on it, but it is true, she can't remember who that is.]

Oooh, that kid who knew Bern? Yeah, he was here for a bit, it was a while ago, when you were here before too. It's been like half a year, maybe longer.

[She drums her fingers against her lips.]

Let's see, it's July now and I think it was...September? Pretty sure it was before Hallowe'en. You both left pretty quick though, so don't look at me.

Floor 1

[papillonmagique]

[After eating the oatmeal, Zoe found that the rest of the food in the tower wasn't too bad. So she decided to head down to the cafeteria to grab some food for when she goes exploring and-

- Nothing like getting a massive, giant ping of 'divine' and 'angel alert', even with him trying to keep it under wraps. So she just... blinks at him, brain switching between 'bwah' and 'RETREAAAAAT']

[alethiological]

[Poor Zoe. Because immediately after stepping in range of that divine ping, the source of it snaps up to stare directly at her. Directly.

The divine ping goes both ways.

And while she's blinking like a space cadet, she can watch the gold eyes narrow from across the room. If she squints, it's less like threatening her, but more... defensive? Not that strong of a feeling, but guarded or wary would work properly.]

[papillonmagique]

[And she just leans away slightly, narrowing her eyes back at him, though in her case it just screams wary. But like hell she's letting him scare her away from food, even if he is a Dominion.

So she walks into the cafeteria, though she tries to keep her distance as she goes to rummage through the cupboards. Bitty angels gotta eat.]

[alethiological]

[Take as much distance as you need, Zoe, but with every move she makes, she can feel the stare burning into her head. It's the kind of constant laser-sighted target that only someone with a wariness to rival hers can bring.

Take your food and shoo, Power, he might outrank you but he is so not in the mood for an inquisition. Ignore the pun, thank you.]

[papillonmagique]

[Ignore the staring, ignore the starin- Okay she can't, and she eventually turns around to glare at him. But it's far more defensive than anything, like the look a scared, cornered animal would give someone.]

Will you stop that! I got more than enough of that back home!