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towerofanimus2013-09-02 06:22 pm
firstnothing) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-02 06:22 pm
A whole new world o/`
Name: Xemnas and ANYONE
Format: Prose, Actions. Whatever people are most comfortable with; beginning prose.
Setting:Room 2-10, then Travel Time to Floor 61.
Summary: Dude, Where's My Castle? Or, Xemnas Arrival.
Warnings: Possibly violence. Possibly not. Very brief nudity. Will update as things happen.
Notes: Limited number of locations to start with, because hugegame is huge.
Sleep paralysis is a new experience, and is waited out with measured patience. Not being able to move isn't particularly alarming, as it doesn't come with pain or disorientation. The room is unfamiliar. That.. is more troubling. Unusual outfit: check. Collar: check. The white didn't bother him overmuch, even though it wasn't as comfortable as the uniforms he'd painstakingly made. A search of the collar finds no fasteners, and pulling on it did no good so he doesn't waste his time trying to tear it free. Both notes are skimmed then set on the bed; the chances of a world that didn't exist being destroyed were slim. It was of no concern. What was ... was being somewhere he shouldn't be, and attempting to form a corridor of darkness to the castle failing outright.
Xemnas, being a fairly practical creature, comes to the conclusion that finding out where he is, is a reasonable good step.
If any of his new roommates are there, he politely disregards the presence of others in favor of standing, investigating the chest at the foot of the narrow bed and almost immediately stripping out of the white skin-tight outfit that had been provided him and replacing it with the black uniform of the Organization.
Sometimes free shows can't be helped.
--
It doesn't take long before he's satisfied with what he knows of the dormitory floors. People aren't his concern, and he doesn't bother to greet anyone he comes across. He'll query individuals later, once he has a solid map in his mind of where he is. He couldn't use a corridor to get somewhere he hadn't been before, after all. If he's stopped, well, that's different.
Then peaceful, patient elevator travel. There were only a certain number of floors it would stop at but he'd investigate each one eventually.
--
The elevator opening to a grassy plain is unexpected, as are the distant mountains. Did the elevator connect to entirely different worlds, a peculiar technological version of world-hopping? This is worth investigating a little more thoroughly, and in short order there is a dark shape moving through the waist-deep grass, almost but not quite curious. It seems like a peaceful place, and aside from plants, Xemnas could detect no other obvious signs of life in his immediate vicinity.
He doesn't notice the clouds at first. Or the mountains.
Because honestly, the holes in the ground are much more attention-grabbing, and difficult to spot.
He finds one the hard way. There's a yelp as the ground he expected to be underfoot in his next step simply isn't there, sending him tumbling into some til-now hidden pit. Falling to one's demise probably normally elicits more of a reaction than vague irritation that that was incredibly undignified, but killing a Nobody by dropping them from great heights doesn't usually work.
Especially when they can teleport. Xemnas relied on line of sight, but his reactions were quick enough that he's not falling for more than a moment before he flickers into being above the hole and just to one side, dropping a few feet back onto the grass with a thump. Frowning, the edges of the pit are carefully explored. He's.. going to be here a while.
Format: Prose, Actions. Whatever people are most comfortable with; beginning prose.
Setting:Room 2-10, then Travel Time to Floor 61.
Summary: Dude, Where's My Castle? Or, Xemnas Arrival.
Warnings: Possibly violence. Possibly not. Very brief nudity. Will update as things happen.
Notes: Limited number of locations to start with, because hugegame is huge.
Sleep paralysis is a new experience, and is waited out with measured patience. Not being able to move isn't particularly alarming, as it doesn't come with pain or disorientation. The room is unfamiliar. That.. is more troubling. Unusual outfit: check. Collar: check. The white didn't bother him overmuch, even though it wasn't as comfortable as the uniforms he'd painstakingly made. A search of the collar finds no fasteners, and pulling on it did no good so he doesn't waste his time trying to tear it free. Both notes are skimmed then set on the bed; the chances of a world that didn't exist being destroyed were slim. It was of no concern. What was ... was being somewhere he shouldn't be, and attempting to form a corridor of darkness to the castle failing outright.
Xemnas, being a fairly practical creature, comes to the conclusion that finding out where he is, is a reasonable good step.
If any of his new roommates are there, he politely disregards the presence of others in favor of standing, investigating the chest at the foot of the narrow bed and almost immediately stripping out of the white skin-tight outfit that had been provided him and replacing it with the black uniform of the Organization.
Sometimes free shows can't be helped.
--
It doesn't take long before he's satisfied with what he knows of the dormitory floors. People aren't his concern, and he doesn't bother to greet anyone he comes across. He'll query individuals later, once he has a solid map in his mind of where he is. He couldn't use a corridor to get somewhere he hadn't been before, after all. If he's stopped, well, that's different.
Then peaceful, patient elevator travel. There were only a certain number of floors it would stop at but he'd investigate each one eventually.
--
The elevator opening to a grassy plain is unexpected, as are the distant mountains. Did the elevator connect to entirely different worlds, a peculiar technological version of world-hopping? This is worth investigating a little more thoroughly, and in short order there is a dark shape moving through the waist-deep grass, almost but not quite curious. It seems like a peaceful place, and aside from plants, Xemnas could detect no other obvious signs of life in his immediate vicinity.
He doesn't notice the clouds at first. Or the mountains.
Because honestly, the holes in the ground are much more attention-grabbing, and difficult to spot.
He finds one the hard way. There's a yelp as the ground he expected to be underfoot in his next step simply isn't there, sending him tumbling into some til-now hidden pit. Falling to one's demise probably normally elicits more of a reaction than vague irritation that that was incredibly undignified, but killing a Nobody by dropping them from great heights doesn't usually work.
Especially when they can teleport. Xemnas relied on line of sight, but his reactions were quick enough that he's not falling for more than a moment before he flickers into being above the hole and just to one side, dropping a few feet back onto the grass with a thump. Frowning, the edges of the pit are carefully explored. He's.. going to be here a while.
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Zett sighs: he may have someone in mind. "Killed by retrieval units. A ton of them. You'll see those around the tower when somebody dies and their body needs to be taken back: those are the people with red collars."
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Killed by the units that normally just retrieve dead bodies. He's tempted to ask but chooses not to. "I'll keep that in mind. If you would be so kind, what color is mine?"
It's not loose enough for him to see. The nobody reaches up and tugs on his collar a little; it's as pleasantly violet as every other violet color out there. "I assume there is no way to remove them?"
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It's a little annoying but not world-endingly so. "Presumably someone did get one off at some point, then. Is this plain an entirely different world, outdoors, or something else?"
More questions. His tone never wavers from polite neutrality, scorn or derision never creep in.
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Oh boy, explaining glamour. "Almost everything - the food, our bodies, the floors - is under a glamour. This is how the tower of Animus manages so many different environments, and ones that are bigger than should fit inside the tower. The glamour sometimes glitches, so if you see a lot of wireframes everywhere... the comforting illusion will be back soon."
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Wow, this guy seems able to accept things without so much as a blink. "To what purpose?"
Xemnas has run extensive simulations before but being stuck in one really wasn't something he wanted to do.
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Zett suspects he'll take that they're gone in stride just like everything else, but it never hurts to be sure.
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That's a really strange question. Xemnas just really isn't capable of really getting wound up, which makes Zett's efforts a lot easier to get across.
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After a moment, Zett adds, "And this place is supposed to be a haven for thse rescued. In theory."
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This new information is far more difficult to accept as a possibility than the rest had been, but it's met with the same measured calm as everything else had been. "Is there evidence of this that can be relied on, given the simulation we are currently in?"
It's not something Xemnas is going to accept on blind faith at the word of a stranger.
No that's not quite accurate. It's not something he's going to accept at all.
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At least doubt is better than freaking out.
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It's better to be certain than blindly believe, after all. He'll never likely accept the loss of everything he knew (including Kingdom Hearts, perhaps the most difficult of all), but that didn't mean he wouldn't ask for as much information as he could get.
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Zett shrugs. "It's your choice to believe or not believe, though."
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It's logical. Sensible, even. It's not outright denial, just the desire for more proof, and acknowledgment that proof might be very, very difficult to come by. Xemnas edges a small pebble into the hole and watches it fall. "It does not negate the issue of being in a simulation to begin with. Are our 'benefactors' truly benevolent?"
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Zett thinks that answer speaks for itself.
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"Unsurprising. Their purpose?" Nothing good, given Zett had mentioned other unpleasant surprises in the tower. Wireframe, simulation tower.
...
....Of doom?
Xemnas frowns.
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Zett wonders if he should mention this, but goes ahead. "There was another administrator, Dax, who was on our side. Ruana ate him."
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Another rock, about the size of a golf ball this time, is herded into the hole just to watch it fall.
"Are these administrators survivors of their own theoretical world-spanning disaster?"
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Calling it actual gratitude wouldn't quite be right but Xemnas is good enough at the deception that it might seem genuine.
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