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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.
Elevator
"Which floor are you heading to?"
Re: Elevator
He could have taken the stairs, but really if it's one's first time in a new place using the local conveniences is just a better idea. Xemnas is perfectly content to wait for the minutes to tick past between each floor. Up until he's spoken to anyway, and turns.
If he had other people in with the elevator with him it hadn't been terribly relevant until now. It was simply a means of transport as far as he was concerned, but being addressed meant he was obliged to respond. She didn't seem familiar to him, and looked as if she perhaps belonged in the Beast's realm..
"Whichever seems interesting as the doors open." The response is pleasant but neutral. "I was not terribly impressed with the previous."
He really has no idea where the heck he's going at all.
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Otherwise, he likely would have seen the floors from the elevators before. She'll smile a bit apologetically. She pities him--and anyone else who's found themselves here, because it's not a pleasant place. And that's only after being here for a single month.
"...You should be careful. This place is... It will kill you if you're not careful. Probably even if you are."
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Kidnapped fresh today, as far as he could tell. And his corridors wouldn't let him leave either, which was a new and surprising bit of frustration to deal with. Xemnas would figure it out eventually, likely. The tower was no fun place to be.
But when you can't enjoy anything anyway...
"Ah?" Well. "Is that so. What seems to be the lethal dangers of this place? I have seen nothing yet that I consider terribly threatening."
Or threatening at all, if his tone is anything to go by. Still, if she was willing to explain things, he'd take advantage of it.
no subject
It's a simple enough explanation. She's only been here a month, but... She's learned, fast. With one death under her belt and a boat load of trauma, she's willing to share so others can be prepared.
no subject
Xemnas can fight, and very well thank you but trapped floors might be a little trickier. "Which floors?"
It's pretty easy to tell which one actually concerns him on any level whatsoever. Residents killing him, monsters killing him, that's all well and dandy but somehow being attacked by the floor was an indignity he had no intention of tolerating for long. Xemnas shakes his head slightly; some of it was a little more unbelievable than others.
Like not staying dead. "One would ordinarily say that not staying dead is a benefit, not a drawback. What does not kill you makes you stronger." Or maims you for life but he doesn't add that part. "Without death as a limiter, it would be useful in a place as dangerous as you say. Why do you believe otherwise?"
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"Tell me. Wouldn't you like to escape, should things become too much to bear? In this place, not even death can offer release."
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It's said with a careful sort of thoughtfulness, as if the man is sorting it out for himself even as he speaks. It's an interesting idea and not one he's keen on putting to the test. The idea is rolled around a little, put against ideas and desires he already had, then weighed against possible indefinite imprisonment.
"In turn, tell me this. Knowing all of this is an illusion, does that change things for you? Are you more desirous of escape, knowing it is not real?"