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[scytheyouout]

Characters: Soul and YOU.
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding dorm areas, floors 1, 28 and various other floors. Feel free to pick any floor you'd like. I will roll with anything you throw at me.
Format: action
Summary: Congratulations, tower! You are now plus one (1) Death Scythe! Have you seen his Meister?
Warnings: Accidental stabbings are going to be a thing.



► Room 2-08 | Dormitories | Various floors throughout the day ◄

[This wasn't Nevada. This was no where close to Nevada and if the letter by his bed was the real deal, apparently Nevada was no longer a thing. It was dust. It's a lot to swallow and he's hesitant to believe it without any further proof, but he is definitely unsettled.

After finding his belongings in his trunk, he quickly gets changed (seriously, that catsuit thing was just incredibly uncool) and sets out to explore his new surroundings.]

Maka's gotta be around here somewhere...

► Floor One ◄

[At first Soul figured the whole having to eat the oatmeal first thing was a bunch of crap. After he threw up his chicken nuggets he found that it really, really wasn't. Soul was hardly a picky eater, but this stuff was just gross.

He pokes at the sludge in his bowl, frowning.]

All right. Only a couple more bites and you're done, dude. You can do this.

► Floor Twenty-Eight ◄

[Now this was his kind of place. Instruments lined the walls, every kind of piano and keyboard was laid out in front of him. Acoustic, electric, and bass guitars were perched on stands and practically begging to be played.

He hits the piano first.

A sleek, black baby grand.

His fingers brush across the keys. He sits down and starts to play.]

Comments

floor twenty-eight

[funnystory]

[The soft footfalls come to a stop the moment she locates the source of the noise. Not an off-tune set of instruments playing of their own accord, but a boy. A person who lives in this tower.

Ellen stares at him, her expression as blank as ever. She stands there for a moment before taking a seat in a nearby chair, her hands folding over her lap as she waits for the performance to reach its end.]

[scytheyouout]

[He sits there in silence once the piece ends, fingers resting gently on the keys as he listens to the last chord resonate. He wasn't expecting an audience, so he's a little surprised to see he has company once he lifts his head.]

Hey.

[funnystory]

Hello.

[She remains still, so much so that one might be able to mistake her for a particularly well crafted doll, though her eyes flick up as he greets her.]

What were you playing?

[scytheyouout]

Liszt . Transcendental Etude Number Eight. Have you heard it before?

room 2-08

[gullion]

[It seems to be going for two people with the whole suddenly waking up thing. Only, Emil isn't making the same progress. He's still sitting in that ridiculous... thing that he knows isn't his own after having a brief moment of panic. He's so fortunate as to not having read the letters yet-- not even being aware of them. No, something else has been on his mind as so his eyes are screwed shut and to remain that way for the time being. Though there are many questions of where is he and where did he get the new neck accessory but he has to just sit and listen for a moment.]

A male... sixteen years old.

[The best way to make greetings, you see.]

[scytheyouout]

[Yes. Clearly this is the best way to say hello.]

Uh...

[What does he even say to that? What happened to good, old fashioned hello?]

Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up, man.

[gullion]

[Forget that good old fashioned stuff, bro.

He kept his eyes closed and would reach out to lightly move his hands over where he has been sleeping. Well, it's a bed. Or so he thinks-- it feels like it but what the hell does he know? Emil furrows his brow slightly.]

No, it's fine, you didn't wake me. But who are you?

[It's then he turns his head slightly in the direction of where he has heard the voice. No need to panic, surely. He pauses when he feels some paper. It isn't the same feel of what research he has gotten of hold of as of recently. But Emil does bring the paper to himself without trying to crumple it.]

...And where is this?

[scytheyouout]

Name's Soul. As for where we are, I don't really know. It's some kind of tower. At least that's what the letter said.

[He frowns a little, brow furrowing. Why wasn't this guy opening his eyes? Was he blind...?]

You need a hand there?

Library

[the_word_is]

[There are few things in the tower that make Maka feel better than getting completely lost in a book. She can push everything that's bothering her to the back of her mind and just read.

(... A huge hand was reaching for him. The fingers curled around him, and his ribs snapped and cracked with a sound like burning cedar; his lungs filled with blood, and he choked it up...)

She's sitting at a desk, hunched over with the terrible posture she sometimes gets while reading intently, like she's trying to fall into the book.

(... The seat belt broke away from his body, and the car dropped away below him. He could see eyes - huge, golden eyes - the instant before he died.)

A flip of the page, the next chapter.]

oh boy oh boy!

[scytheyouout]

[After searching for her all day, Soul had started to worry that maybe Maka wasn't here. It was an uncomfortable thought -- being in this weird tower without his partner. The relief he feels when he sees her hunched over at the desk with her nose in a book is nearly palpable.

Soul knows his Meister. He knows he could be standing right in front of her screaming in her face and she probably wouldn't look up from her book. Not when she was that invested in the story. So, he does the only thing that seems natural in this kind of situation.

He creeps up behind her and in one quick movement covers her eyes with his hands.]

Yo, Maka.

she's gonna show him her stabs~ (also bluh icons)

[the_word_is]

[Maka yelps, thinking for a jumbled half-second of confused shock that the spectral dragon from her book has somehow grabbed her from behind. It's not a long moment of confusion, less time than it takes to think "the dragon!" but long enough for the flicker of transformation, two long curved gray-black scythe blades growing from underneath her shoulderblades and curving up over her head.

Then the voice actually registers, and she freezes.]

... Soul?

[She can't remember how to put her blades away.]

Maka that is so sweet of you. c:

[scytheyouout]

[Of all the things Soul expected to happen, he could easily say that getting stabbed by a pair of blades coming out of her shoulders was not one of them. It wasn't even on the list. Not even a thought.

He lets go fast enough to avoid one blade, but the other... not so much. It rips through his Spartoi uniform and sinks cleanly into his shoulder.

... At least the blade was sharp.]

Agh! Y-yeah. Yeah, it's me, damn it.

floor 28

[dragonbard]

[The sound of a piano catches his attention. It's loud enough to make Nils pause. He stops a bit of a distance away to listen, and he almost wants to join in the frantic melody with his flute. That would be rude though, wouldn't it? So he stays and waits until the end of the piece.]

[scytheyouout]

[Soul would've totally loved it if he did as it is he just looks a little sheepish after the piece is finished.]

Man, I would've tried a little harder if I'd realized I had an audience.

oops late

[dragonbard]

No, it was very good! I liked it!

[keybearer]

[Riku's not really sure why he came down to the music room today. Maybe it was idle curiosity, maybe just boredom. Either way, he's here, and it doesn't take long before he picks up on the sound of Soul's frantic piano playing.

The sound lures him closer, and when he spots him, he lets out a whistle.]

How do you do it? That's way better than anything I could play in a million years.

[But then again, he's never played. Of course he'd suck at it.]

[scytheyouout]

Dunno, I just do.

[He grins widely, spinning around on the bench and cracking his knuckles.]

The practice probably didn't hurt either.

[keybearer]

Must've taken more than just a little practice. I don't think I could play something half as fast as you just did.

[Or with both hands. He hasn't had the practice to build proper timing when playing two-handed.]

Floor One

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko couldn't taste normal food, but she always tried to occasionally wander into the cafeteria to keep up appearances that she could taste normal food. So, today, she had decided to wander into the cafeteria. Ivan, her retrieval unit, followed her as she did so, wearing his paper hat and nametag. However, when she heard a boy talk to himself over a bowl of oatmeal, she knew that he was a newcomer-after all, only they got bowls of oatmeal to start out with-and wandered over to him, with Ivan following her, just a few feet away.]

Pardon me, but if you want, I can help you eat the oatmeal. And I'll tell you everything I know about the Tower, if you want! It'll help you survive here, trust me.

[scytheyouout]

[He raises an eyebrow. The offer is tempting in all respects and at the very least he's going to take her up on the last one.]

Don't I have to eat it all myself? I want to be able to eat other stuff later, you know?

[tohko_amano]

[And Tohko will manage a small smile at that comment.]

You don't have to! It's fine if other people help you. You can still eat food afterwards and not throw up if you do so. But..I have to warn you, the rest of the food is just water and nutrition bars, even if it doesn't look or taste like it.

[scytheyouout]

Are you sure? I mean, eating this stuff once is bad enough.

[That just seems to confuse him.]

My nose and my stomach are telling me otherwise, man.

Floor one

[milord]

[Seeing what he can only assume to be a newbie struggling with the oatmeal, he finds it his duty to provide encouragement. And so Frederick makes it a point to stop by the young man's table, his own food in hand]

It's a truly monumental task, but you're almost there! Endure it!

[scytheyouout]

Ugh, I didn't think it was possible to make oatmeal taste worse than it already did.

[He grimaces at his bowl, but dutifully takes another very small bite.]

[milord]

If I might make a suggestion?

You do yourself no favors in drawing the torture out. It's best to be done with it quickly. Take the largest bites you can.