Arrival

[regenleif]

Characters: Capell and you
Setting: Starts in room 1-18 and then the elevator, floor 81, or chose an adventure he is looking for his friends!
Format: Both!
Summary: Capell wakes up
Warnings: May contain spoilers for infinite undiscovery, please let me know if you wish to avoid them.
[Room 1-18] Panic. That was the first thing Capell felt because he couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Couldn't scream. It didn't last long but it was long enough. With a gasp he sat up in bed.

Bed... that wasn't right. Why would he be in bed? He was cutting the chain... He looked round the room, squinting at the harsh, seemingly unnatural light. This looked like no inn he had ever been in before, even ignoring the fact him being in an inn was impossible.

He was dressed in some tight, restrictive material and he had something around his neck. A collar of some sort.

There was a note on the side and he picked it up, reading the two lines quickly before sitting heavily back on the bed.

His world... destroyed. No. Capell crumpled the letter. It couldn't be so...

[Elevator] At least this was something he understood, even if it was much slower than the ones he had known. Slower and strange. He stood silently, wondering why it stopped every twenty floors, and what was between them. He should have probably taken the stairs, he needed to look at the whole of this place, to look for his friends.

[Floor Eighty One] Capell stood by the window, not sure he was brave enough to step onto the glass. He stared up at the stars, not recognising any of them at all and then down into the fog. So far though he had seen many people, he knew none of them. If he had been rescued, surely his friends, who had been so close to him would have been too.

He couldn't give up hope, he had not gone far, there were many other places to look yet.

Comments

Floor Eighty One

[stitchedupbodyguard]

"Pretty, aren't they?"

A voice behind Capell can be heared. If he turns he'll see a girl, close to his own age, and dressed in black clothes and cloak. Her face is covered in strange scars but she seems unbothered by them.

"I used stars for navigation back home. Unfortunately, these are completely different ones. Just another odd thing about this tower."

[regenleif]

He turned round and smiled at the newcomer, not bothered by the scars at all, except to wonder what had happened to one so young to give her them.

"They are, I don't recognise any of them." He tilted his head, "You talk like you've been here a while."

[stitchedupbodyguard]

"A few weeks or so."

She gives a respectful bow, something picked up from her home.

"Veronica. Are you new here?"

[regenleif]

He bowed back, something he had learned from his time as Sigmund. At least how to make it look not clumsy and awkward.

He paused a moment before deciding to just go with his own name. If the note was correct... then there was no reason to be Sigmund anymore.

"Capell, I'm an unblessed, and yes I just arrived." He wondered how she could have been here so long when the world had just ended.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

"It's nice to meet you, although meeting in this tower can't really be called a pleasure."

Veronica gives a weak chuckle. She's used that joke too many times. Her head tilts a little.

"Unblessed?"

[regenleif]

"Nice to meet you too." He nods, his jaw set, "That a problem?"

[stitchedupbodyguard]

"Not at all." She shakes her head. "Especially because I don't know what that means."

[regenleif]

"Go..." He paused, blinked. Looked at her in surprise. "You don't know what an umblessed is?"

[stitchedupbodyguard]

She shakes her head.

"Nope, sorry. I probably don't know a lot of things about your world."

Floor 81

[lightofhumanity]

While the stars here were false, they were still nice to look at, so chaos often came up to the eighty-first floor in order to stargaze and think things over, which was something he had been doing a lot more nowadays, since the recent shadow incident.

However, when he saw and sensed the person looking at the stars, he smiled and spoke to them, walking up to them from behind.]

Enjoying the stars?

[regenleif]

"Huh?" Capell hadn't heard anyone approach, so lost in thought he was, but he smiled softly at the white haired boy. "Yes, they are very nice."

Agh...sorry for the style slip-up up there..><:

[lightofhumanity]

"They are, even if they are artificial. It is much better than looking at them constantly being destroyed on the twelfth floor."

That would probably puzzled Capell a little bit, if he hadn't been down to that floor yet.

[regenleif]

"Artificial?" Capell looks confused, unsure what the white haired boy means. "The twelfth floor? Destroying stars?"

[lightofhumanity]

Ah..this person must be a newcomer.

"Yes, artificial. What we are seeing right now is nothing more than an illusion. And if you go to the bottom of the Tower and walk up twelve floors, you shall see an illusion of universes being destroyed over and over again."

[regenleif]

"An illusion?" He blinked at the man and looked back out the windows. "The stars?"

[lightofhumanity]

At that, chaos sighed inwardly and nodded, still smiling calmly.

"Yes. The stars are an illusion, as well as several other things."

[regenleif]

"Several other things?" Capell repeated, blinking at the man. "Like what?"

room 01-18

[pinnaculum]

[Sephiroth spends as little time as possible in his room, but he does have to return. He knows from experience that if he spends too long without sleeping in his bed, he will weaken, so he has determined the minimal amount of time he must spend asleep while still maintaining optimal performance.

Intending to partake in the necessary amount of sleep now, Sephiroth enters his room in time to see Capell crumpling the letter.

He understands the situation. A new person.]

Hello. I can assist you.

[regenleif]

Hello [Capell smiled at him, not surprised to see one so young] That depends, do you know this place well?

[pinnaculum]

I have been here for seven months, and I have studied this place. If you have any questions, I will answer them.

[regenleif]

I have a lot of questions. [He seems to quietly accept that Sephiroth is going to be useful and informative] Is this note real, and is there anyway to get decent clothes? [The boy wasn't wearing a ridiculous skin tight outfit so he hoped there was.]

[pinnaculum]

I will answer all of them.

There is no concrete, direct evidence supporting the claim in the letter, but it is possible. Other evidence seems to suggest it might be true.

If you have clothes, they should be in your trunk. [Sephiroth nods toward Capell's trunk.]

[regenleif]

[Trunk, Capell moves over to it and opens it. Yes, his clothes, or rather Sigmun's, his armour and sword, and his flute. Even Sigmund's pendant was there and he picked it up, looking at it sadly.] So we don't know to certain? Then all hope is not lost. [He begins getting changed] Do you believe it?

[pinnaculum]

Most people have clothes in their trunk.

[Sephiroth doesn't notice Capell's sadness.]

At first I believed that it was unlikely to be true. Now I think it is likely. But it is possible that something could be done to alter the situation.

[regenleif]

[The way the child spoke reminded him of an Aristo, but he wasn't.] Something to alter the situation?