towerofanimus | is this life now?

Characters: Veronica and OPEN
Setting: Floor 26, 90, 84, and 51
Format: Will follow you
Summary: Veronica's adjusting to a new life
Warnings: Usual tower warnings. Etc.

Floor 26

[As far as Veronica was concerned, she was going to be staying in the tower for a while. It wasn't something she wanted, at all. But there didn't seem to be any way out for the time being. So, she might as well make the best of it for now. She's been in worse situations.

The first step was apparently getting a job. Veronica would have probably taken a job as a patroller, or a solider, but morgue worker worked too. She had honestly never done it before; all the work back home had been done by the Professor's workers. So she's slow at the start, inspecting the chambers, cleaning the tools, killing anything that tried to kill her. Veronica will be working hard when anyone walks in, her cloak sitting on one of the counters. Veronica simply wearing her shirt and pants.]

Floor 90

[Back at the lagoon again. Despite the inherent danger of the floor, as well as the fact that she couldn't swim, Veronica actually enjoyed the floor. it was nice looking, and sitting on the sand and thinking was a good way to pass the time.

The mermaids are leaving her alone this time. Although there's a few out in the water, glaring at her.]

Floor 84

[This floor was very, very strange. The blocky landscape was almost hard to look at when Veronica wandered through it. The whole place just felt so surreal, although the materials all around her were extremely easy to mine, so she soon had an armful of minerals. Unfortunately, it didn't last.

So if anyone is going through this floor, they might see a teenaged girl sitting on a tree, three creepers bouncing underneath her and hissing menacingly. She doesn't seem very scared of them though, sitting quietly and watching them with curiosity.]

Floor 51

[One of the few priorities Veronica had in the tower had led her to this floor, carefully carrying a large box in with her. The box given to her had contained the professor's clothes, shredded and covered in blood. The blood had been easily washed away, but the sewing part was the difficult part. Quite a bit out of her element, she goes to the nearest machine and tries to get it to work, mostly by pressing random things and accidently poking herself.]

Ow! Damnit!

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[He nods, understandably embarrassed, but that smile twitching at the edge of his mouth says that he's thankful.]

I'm...g-glad. Thanks. [Beat.] --I-I sh--should p-probably ah--actually start w-working. Heh.

[Rick awkwardly fumbles with his makeshift cleaning implement for a moment before he follows through with this. It's odd, coming in with parts of the morgue already cleaned; he's not quite sure where to start, now. Eventually he bites the bullet and begins with his set of cold lockers.]

...S-So you've m-mentioned a...a c-couple of times...this-- [He takes a second from scrubbing to gesture vaguely at their surroundings.] --is f-familiar to you. What...e-exactly did you do, b-back home?

[Veronica looks up from the tools that were near spotless now. Tilting her head a little she thought about the question. She'd never really had to explain her home before.]

W-well, back home I w-was a bodyguard for a professor, a protector of sorts. He was this amazing doctor, able to do almost anything. We traveled all over the world performing medical miracles.

[Just gonna leave out the part about her being his creation for now.]

[Rick nods, a silent prod to keep Veronica talking.]

Huh... [Should he inquire further? Hopefully he's not prying. Rick squints his eyes an prepares an apology, just in case.] ...W-What kinds? Just like...g-general h-healing?

....Yeah.

[she sort of nods. But in that way that says "it's kind of complicated."]

Saved tons of lives, changed a few, basically did what people requested.

...then he disappeared.

...Oh.

[Now where was that apology he had just a second ago...?]

I'm...s-sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to-- [Rick turns to try and hide his rapidly reddening face.] --y-yeah. Sorry.

[He'll just go back to scrubbing in silence again, don't mind him.]

[She shakes her head.]

N-no, it's okay. You didn't know anyways...

And it's okay, I still have my sisters.

[The damage has already been done, at least in Rick's mind, so no amount of reassurances on Veronica's end can remove the pink from his ears. He's able to recover enough, though, to start the conversation back up in a few moments' time.]

...D-Did they w-work for him, t-too? Your s-sisters, I mean.

[For someone as young as Veronica, Rick finds it odd that she'd be allowed to gallivant across the world with some doctor fellow without the supervision of her sisters. Maybe it was a family business or something?]

Well... one of them did.

My older sister, Fran, was trained by the professor. She knows just about as much as he does. While he's... away, she runs the estate in his name. I escort her to jobs and stuff and she's really nice. You might like her.

Then there's Gavril, my older, older sister. We... have some family issues... but we all get along mostly.

[If you can call getting ripped to pieces family issues. But she doesn't want to give the poor guy a heart attack or anything.]

...Ah, well... [He nods and gives a slight smile.] ...you s-still c-care about her. Th--That's all that m-matters, r-right?

...Yeah, I do I guess.

[And she cares too, in her own, twisted way.]

What about you? Have any family back home?

[she immediately pauses and shakes her head, a light blush on her face.]

I-I mean... you don't have to say anything.... I-if you don't want to...

[Rick chuckles casually. It's unusual for him to be the nonchalant one in interactions.]

--No! N-No, it's f-fine! It's, ah...a n-nice ch--change of p-pace.

[As compared to most of his conversations nowadays, which either center around abilities, occupations, or whatever horrible things have happened in the Tower recently. How pleasant to actually talk about something normal.]

...My p-parents are s-still up and k-kicking--r-retired, you know, d-doing a lot of t-traveling, so...I d-don't see them t-too often a-anymore. [He shrugs.] Th--They're h-having fun, though...

...Ah...O-Otherwise...well I think I-I've m-mentioned my w-wife b-before.

[It might not have been under the best circumstances, granted, but she's been discussed.]

[It was perplexing. Veronica had never really had a chance to act normal like this. Being in this place actually had its small perks. And it felt good actually talking to someone about things.]

Y-yeah, you have. Sorry.

...It's nice to hear that you have someone that cares. Everyone needs someone.

[Once again, Rick finds himself in the odd position of the one being apologized for reasons he doesn't understand. He tries to assure Veronica with a pleasant smile.]

--No, i-it's--if a-anything, I c-can r-r-redeem m-myself...you know, t-talk a-about her, ah...s-sensibly.

[A pause; he sighs and his face flushes warm pink.]

...She c-cares for me a l-lot more than I d-deserve.

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