towerofanimus | chasing numbers

Characters: Veronica, Open.
Setting: Elevator, floor 56, and floor 34 (Backdated to the 26th)
Format: prose or action brackets; I'll follow you.
Summary: Someone has been paying attention to the random messages on the terminals. And now she's going to investigate.
Warnings: Usual tower related things. Will add as happens.

[When it had started Veronica had barely noticed it, just moving on and forgetting about it. The second time it happened she was more attentive to it, scribbling down the codes and working to decipher them. The third time came and went but Veronica just ended up confused. They were phrases; short, random ones that repeated. It seemed that they were pointing to somewhere in the tower but she didn't know where. At least, she didn't know until the last message. Two numbers, both could be tower floors, or it was simply a big joke. Either way, Veronica's curiosity had been peaked so she set out to investigate]

The Elevator

[There's a teenaged girl in the elevators. This probably wouldn't be that interesting if the girl wasn't wielding swords and covered in scars. She'll stay silent unless someone starts a conversation with her.]

Floor 56

[This floor was just as unnerving to Veronica as it was startlingly familiar. The random hospital rooms, the surgical suites, the ever-present hint of blood in the air, it was all just like home. She even heard chilling cries that reminded her of Fran's experiments. She half expected to see Okita or Adorea in one of the rooms. Sadly, she seemed to be the only person here, or was she? Swords in hand, Veronica made her way forward into the floor.]

Floor 34

[This was the most surreal floor Veronica had seen yet. She found herself outside, somewhere, going up stairs that connected to floating islands. The island she found herself on was long and narrow, she could see over the edge into the nothing below her. The urge to jump strangely went through her but she was able to fight it off and keep going forward, looking for whatever, or whomever.]

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Actually he dug too deep and made something worse. It became classified to even Veronica at that point.

"Wait just a second." Veronica stands up now. "Do you really expect me to just do as you say? I never decided on joining you, I don't even know who you are!"

Well that's just as bad, digging way too deep is what done in the Mayans.

"Find us, join us. I believe I made that abundantly clear. And what I have in mind is of utmost importance." He is still calm and as cool as an ice cube. "And it's good that you don't know who I am, it should stay that. I don't even know who my own boss is." He really doesn't. "But of you want to call me something, call me the Pyramidion."

It's what happens when science is involved.

"The Pyramidion."

She gives him her best "are you serious?" face. Seriously, she'd been working on it.

"Well I mostly came to investigate the codes, and even if I help you, I frankly have no idea how I could possibly breach three different factions."

He just shrugged as she gave him thar look.

"You don't have to breach three, just one. I'm certain that a person of your talents should be able to do so rather easily. Be buddy-buddy with those involved and when things are set phase two will commence." Flattery always helps to initially butter people up. "I would also say to bring a few of the admin's worker bees here, but that would most likely draw their eyes."

She muses on what he says.

"By worker bees I guess you mean those robot-like things that do stuff around here. I could probably herd up one or two. But which of the three do you want?"

Well if she was really gung-ho about it....

"Yes, I mean them...but if you do manage to bring a few near here, kill them, immediately. Or at the very least attempt to make them unconscious. I would like to see if we can poke around with their minds. As for the type, any you feel can be taken opportunistically. its not something you're required to do, of course. But that is something that can wait for now."

He always did wonder if the drones could be reprogrammed. "Just, remember, the name of the game is to keep your head down, but listen and see everything. Learning is more than half the battle."

She's not that excited. It's just something she picked up from her sisters. Plus she likes to fight.

"I know the rules of battle, I'm a warrior."

Veronica looks around the room, her eyes focusing on the fire.

"Still, I have no idea what you're planning. That's sort of important. How do I know you're not just going to turn me into some kind of slave?"

"Because individualism is important amongst us. Besides, it's not you who I'm looking to enslave. Just follow my lead. Unlike back home you are not replaceable."

And that's saying something amongst the Illuminati. It would kill him if he had to make his only recruit disappear.

"You sound just like Fran." Which is actually a little touching, even if was simultaneously ominous. Again, just like Fran.

She leans against the wall, thinking hard on the subject. She clearly walked into something that wouldn't be easy to get out of. She mused on the idea of just killing him, but that didn't seem very sportsman like after all the work he went though. And she seemed to be the only one who actually figured it out.

Veronica crosses the room and holds out a horrifically scarred hand, little needles stick out of her fingertips.

"Fine. I'll help you. You seem like you need a lot of it."

She could try and kill him, but that fire on the ceiling wasn't just for show.

But likewise, he reaches out his own, gloved hand, to shake hers. "Welcome to the company then. If you have any questions, or are in need of anything I will aid you...based on the situation. Just know our resources are currently limited."

She glances around the room.

"I hadn't noticed. Madaraki, Veronica Madaraki, and I'm used to working alone so this works out."

Let him know her name. It'll be all the better if she does have to kill him.

"Hm? Oh I already knew that." Kind of, he gets people's names mixed up all the time.

"But it's nice that you told me. Any questions? Ones that I can and will answer?"

"Of course you did." Might as well go along with the, likely insane, guy. Since she's given her name out to maybe six people at most.

"No, no questions," She looks up at the fire dancing on the ceiling, "Except maybe about that."

"The animus ball? What of it?" He tilts his head at her, did she also think it was better than the horrible lighting the rest of the hospital used?

"So that's what they're called. Seen a few of those things around here. Honestly I would just put in new light bulbs. All of this magic stuff is weird."

Yeah, she's not used to this whole magic thing yet. Too bad everyone else is.

"No, that's what I call that flame, I can make them whenever, and wherever I want....Were the ones you've seen moving?" Because if they were then that would be another thing he should take care of.

"You make them? Interesting. These ones moved, and I think they were trying to attack, didn't work though. Never understood all this supernatural stuff, all my world has is science."

She looks down at her hands. That might be even better in some regards.

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"Yes, it's just a raw form of what I can do, very basic. Anyway, if you see anymore of those fires, stay away from them, and do not follow them."

Then he waved a dismissive hand. "You're eyes just haven't been opened. There is always more out there than conventional science can answer."

"Not unless it's unconventional science."

She turns and makes for the door, most of what she wanted to say done. "I guess I should go. If you want to contact me send another code or a letter or something."

"Well that would depend on your knowledge of unconventional science."

He watches her start to leave and decides that he should pack up his own things and get back to work. "Will do, and take care to not say anything about this."

She gestures to herself. "I think I got most of it down. And will do. No one would believe me anyways."

With that, she's out the door, simultaneously confused and relieved.

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