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[open] Chapter １ "Mourning a New Life"
Characters: Lavi (ou) and you~ :D Lucky duck
Setting: Room 1-20, Bathroom/Hallway, Floor 19, Floor 25, Cafeteria
Format: Prose here but prefer brackets.
Summary: Waking up and wandering around basically, new is this one!
Warnings: No warnings that I can think of~
Ｒｏｏｍ １－２０
The first moment of awareness filled Lavi with surprise, eye still closed he hadn't realized that the force of the Noah's hit had knocked him out. Even for a few moments. But then he notices that the softness underneath of him isn't the stiff armchair he had been unceremoniously placed in and then thrown against the wall in. Instead it's soft and giving - like a bed - and it's wrong.
Lavi sits up and opens his eye, looking around the stark room with three other beds. Their placements and furniture all identical, except they all look as if they're lived in. Where as he was placed (unceremoniously again) on top of the sheets, note now on his lap where it was once on his chest. The redhead frowns at the note, picking it up and reading it, mouth moving along with the words. And he pales, oh how he pales, at that first sentence.
They had failed. Somehow along the line, the war had been lost. Humanity and everyone in it that he had started to hold dear was gone. He should have been gone with them. Should have and yet here he was, alive and...moving?
The simple mechanics of mobility hadn't been his first thought when he awoke but now he takes stock of himself. Looking over and moving each limb as if for the first time. "What... Ho-how..." The last thing he remembered was not being able to move, had they saved him from the parasites too? Whoever these people were that saved him?
He had to find out answers. But not in that strange outfit they had put him in. Lavi spied clothing sticking out of some chests at the foot of the beds and moves slowly to look into his own. The redhead sinks to his knees at finding Tettsui there safe and sound, hand reaching out to make sure it was there and real. It crackled as it always did in his touch, responsive and ready for whatever he needed the Innocence for. Lavi lets out a relieved sigh and relaxes, ready to put on his uniform once more. It was all he had left of home.
Ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ／Ｈａｌｌｗａｙ
Rather than change in the open room where any one of his three new roommates could walk in at any time the redhead uses the bathroom he came across. It was nice to wash up as well, the dirt and sweat of the battlefield wasn't pleasant to be walking around in for long. Especially not in clean clothing.
Hair still damp and curling he wraps the scarf around his neck regardless, anything to hide the unsightly collar he noticed only when he entered the bathroom.He was way too happy to be moving earlier to notice. Lavi winces again at the thought of it, "If they saved us then why do they need to collar us..."
The "us" had to be true if there were others in this place, his roommates aside, why put him with the general populace if he was the last of his own world? Lavi shakes his head at it all, maybe there'd be answers in a library or records room. He just had to find it.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ １９
The library.
He snorts under his breath as he looks at all of the bound pages in front of him. If anything at all it would be a dreamer's world in the first one he encountered on the third floor, not one page of truth or one word of history. Here... While he could tell that there was text that was more substantial and actual "food for thought" books, there was nothing that he wanted. Nothing about this place at all, why it was here, why it was saving people.
"It's almost as if they don't want anybody to know the truth..."
Part of him doesn't want to stand for it, he wants to find those in charge and sweet-talk them. Maybe see if they need a historian, he fits the job description after all. It annoyed him that nothing was being done to note what was happening, the true happenings, except by what was experienced by himself and others here like him.
Then again... With what was revealed to him at home, did he really want to continue this path? Was he still required to? It's not like the old man was required to tell him, perhaps it was too painful. But that thought as well made him snort again, muttering to himself, "Not supposed to feel that sort of pain..."
He had felt it, it was expected of an apprentice, but not of a Bookman proper. Not like Lavi could get his answers now and an ache in his chest made itself known for his mentor. Even if they had their differences he still thought of the old man as a grandfather. The pain of losing him... Lavi grit his teeth and banged his fist against a bookshelf, letting his head hang. "Damn you, old man..."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２５
He climbed, climbed to clear his mind and climbed to find out how blasted tall this tower was. There were things he wasn't quite sure were real, things he had to stare at and watch. Even now he could see the staircase stretching on upwards, but the contents of this floor stopped him dead.
Not quite literally but you get the picture.
It wasn't the first "outside" room that he had seen. But this one filled him with such a sense of home without even being his home. The home that he yearned for at times in those dreams of his, a land that wasn't torn asunder by war. One that was just peaceful and blooming, living as they were all intended to do.
Lavi walks out into the middle of the floor, or as close to it without losing sight of the staircase and sits. Flowers and their scents surrounding and overwhelming him, a grin stretching across his face. This...he might be able to get used to. If it was safe.
Ｃａｆｅｔｅｒｉａ
The rumbling of his stomach was what brought him down out of the meadow, back down through the interesting and nightmare-ish rooms that almost made him lose his appetite. But his hunger was persistent, a gnawing that hadn't been filled in hours, hours before his capture and hours since waking here. Really it was past time he did something about it.
Lavi walks into the cafeteria, leery but at the same time too hungry to care about the food's safety. Others were eating it with no problem and there didn't seem to be a need for money, not that he had any or even if he did they probably didn't accept his world's currency. He fingers the beads on his coat, grateful that he wouldn't have to hawk them in order to eat or pay board.
It was just a matter of finding the right food now. Mouth watering for some of the chicken he saw and the bowl of simmering curry but he moved on. Despite not being able to feel his injuries from the hit, something plain and simple would be better suited. Throwing it all up wouldn't be the best way to find out that his ribs were truly cracked or broken.
He looks mournfully at the delicious looking food and picks up a bowl of oatmeal, loading it up with cinnamon and honey.
Setting: Room 1-20, Bathroom/Hallway, Floor 19, Floor 25, Cafeteria
Format: Prose here but prefer brackets.
Summary: Waking up and wandering around basically, new is this one!
Warnings: No warnings that I can think of~
Ｒｏｏｍ １－２０
The first moment of awareness filled Lavi with surprise, eye still closed he hadn't realized that the force of the Noah's hit had knocked him out. Even for a few moments. But then he notices that the softness underneath of him isn't the stiff armchair he had been unceremoniously placed in and then thrown against the wall in. Instead it's soft and giving - like a bed - and it's wrong.
Lavi sits up and opens his eye, looking around the stark room with three other beds. Their placements and furniture all identical, except they all look as if they're lived in. Where as he was placed (unceremoniously again) on top of the sheets, note now on his lap where it was once on his chest. The redhead frowns at the note, picking it up and reading it, mouth moving along with the words. And he pales, oh how he pales, at that first sentence.
They had failed. Somehow along the line, the war had been lost. Humanity and everyone in it that he had started to hold dear was gone. He should have been gone with them. Should have and yet here he was, alive and...moving?
The simple mechanics of mobility hadn't been his first thought when he awoke but now he takes stock of himself. Looking over and moving each limb as if for the first time. "What... Ho-how..." The last thing he remembered was not being able to move, had they saved him from the parasites too? Whoever these people were that saved him?
He had to find out answers. But not in that strange outfit they had put him in. Lavi spied clothing sticking out of some chests at the foot of the beds and moves slowly to look into his own. The redhead sinks to his knees at finding Tettsui there safe and sound, hand reaching out to make sure it was there and real. It crackled as it always did in his touch, responsive and ready for whatever he needed the Innocence for. Lavi lets out a relieved sigh and relaxes, ready to put on his uniform once more. It was all he had left of home.
Ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ／Ｈａｌｌｗａｙ
Rather than change in the open room where any one of his three new roommates could walk in at any time the redhead uses the bathroom he came across. It was nice to wash up as well, the dirt and sweat of the battlefield wasn't pleasant to be walking around in for long. Especially not in clean clothing.
Hair still damp and curling he wraps the scarf around his neck regardless, anything to hide the unsightly collar he noticed only when he entered the bathroom.
The "us" had to be true if there were others in this place, his roommates aside, why put him with the general populace if he was the last of his own world? Lavi shakes his head at it all, maybe there'd be answers in a library or records room. He just had to find it.
Ｆｌｏｏｒ １９
The library.
He snorts under his breath as he looks at all of the bound pages in front of him. If anything at all it would be a dreamer's world in the first one he encountered on the third floor, not one page of truth or one word of history. Here... While he could tell that there was text that was more substantial and actual "food for thought" books, there was nothing that he wanted. Nothing about this place at all, why it was here, why it was saving people.
"It's almost as if they don't want anybody to know the truth..."
Part of him doesn't want to stand for it, he wants to find those in charge and sweet-talk them. Maybe see if they need a historian, he fits the job description after all. It annoyed him that nothing was being done to note what was happening, the true happenings, except by what was experienced by himself and others here like him.
Then again... With what was revealed to him at home, did he really want to continue this path? Was he still required to? It's not like the old man was required to tell him, perhaps it was too painful. But that thought as well made him snort again, muttering to himself, "Not supposed to feel that sort of pain..."
He had felt it, it was expected of an apprentice, but not of a Bookman proper. Not like Lavi could get his answers now and an ache in his chest made itself known for his mentor. Even if they had their differences he still thought of the old man as a grandfather. The pain of losing him... Lavi grit his teeth and banged his fist against a bookshelf, letting his head hang. "Damn you, old man..."
Ｆｌｏｏｒ ２５
He climbed, climbed to clear his mind and climbed to find out how blasted tall this tower was. There were things he wasn't quite sure were real, things he had to stare at and watch. Even now he could see the staircase stretching on upwards, but the contents of this floor stopped him dead.
Not quite literally but you get the picture.
It wasn't the first "outside" room that he had seen. But this one filled him with such a sense of home without even being his home. The home that he yearned for at times in those dreams of his, a land that wasn't torn asunder by war. One that was just peaceful and blooming, living as they were all intended to do.
Lavi walks out into the middle of the floor, or as close to it without losing sight of the staircase and sits. Flowers and their scents surrounding and overwhelming him, a grin stretching across his face. This...he might be able to get used to. If it was safe.
Ｃａｆｅｔｅｒｉａ
The rumbling of his stomach was what brought him down out of the meadow, back down through the interesting and nightmare-ish rooms that almost made him lose his appetite. But his hunger was persistent, a gnawing that hadn't been filled in hours, hours before his capture and hours since waking here. Really it was past time he did something about it.
Lavi walks into the cafeteria, leery but at the same time too hungry to care about the food's safety. Others were eating it with no problem and there didn't seem to be a need for money, not that he had any or even if he did they probably didn't accept his world's currency. He fingers the beads on his coat, grateful that he wouldn't have to hawk them in order to eat or pay board.
It was just a matter of finding the right food now. Mouth watering for some of the chicken he saw and the bowl of simmering curry but he moved on. Despite not being able to feel his injuries from the hit, something plain and simple would be better suited. Throwing it all up wouldn't be the best way to find out that his ribs were truly cracked or broken.
He looks mournfully at the delicious looking food and picks up a bowl of oatmeal, loading it up with cinnamon and honey.
Cafeteria
Oatmeal would be the easiest thing to tell if it was drugged, wouldn't it? One bite and he could stop immediately if it tasted funny. If he didn't eat, he couldn't fight. The catch twenty two doesn't comfort him. It's enough to blacken his mood as he sighs and steps up next to someone tall and red-
Allen stops. His head turns, letting him see Lavi. For a second he just stares with wide eyes. "Lavi?!" His voice is a bit too loud and he winces while reaching for a bowl of oatmeal. "What are you doing here??"
Come to think of it he hadn't seen Lavi since before he got captured. They'd been sent to different locations. He hadn't heard a single thing about him and had been too busy keeping ahead of the Noah and that creepy Apocryphos to find out his fate. "When did you get here? Where were you before??" The questions spill out of him before he can stop himself. "Where are we?!"
Where else but here. :D
So focused on the idea of finally eating and being busy sweetening up his plain meal he almost misses Allen. Dismisses him, truth be told. Many a morning in the Order they've stood side by side in line, it wasn't new. Thus, his mind thought it entirely normal to see a slight, white-haired lad standing next to him.
But you had to go and startle him...
Lavi jumps enough to make his bowl clatter around on the warming plate it was on and the honey spill onto it from where it is in his other hand. The redhead looks towards his friend with equal surprise, "'Doing here'?"
The question is so simple yet the answer that Allen probably wants is one that Lavi simply doesn't have, so he gives a strained grin and gives the one he does, "Getting something to eat." The barrage of questions almost swallows his first answer, Lavi puts the honey down to clap his hand down on Allen's shoulder.
"Slow down, yeah? Gonna run out of air there soon..." The strained expression eases off his face, "By the sounds of things you know as much as I do. Woke up not too long ago even though I don't recall being knocked out."
It's the perfect place :D
'Mana' is the cause of everything.
His expression goes surprised to completely unreadable. Allen turns to pick up the oatmeal and a spoon. "Fighting." With one hand he indicates the farthest seats away from everyone else. "Let's wait to talk about it when we're sitting down."
Something isn't right. Now he's sure of it. The Earl hadn't knocked him out. The gap between that moment and waking up hadn't been like when he'd woken up to Johnny bleeding and it was all his-
He takes a deep breath and walks away, trusting Lavi to follow. They'd figure it out. It would be okay.
Always
Lavi follows him slowly, trying to see if the signs of battle followed Allen where they didn't follow himself. Of course he can tell the other has washed up but he's not favoring any limbs or anything of that like. But his way of carrying himself was different, more solitary, as if he was trying to protect himself from the world or the world from him.
As they walk Lavi gently puts a hand on Allen's shoulder this time, giving it a squeeze, "Hey... What's got you so closed up?"
tis where Allen roams
He looks down into his oatmeal and his hands tighten on the sides. "It can't be true." Komui, Lenalee, Johnny, Timothy, the Noah, the vatican, all those people. "How could they save us and not everyone?" Why him.
Why him and not the others? Why not Bookman? "But they might be here too." With collars on and confused. He doesn't like it.
It's where one goes when hunting them.
But all of this stuff, it has to be somehow from the future. Especially if there's a way to move people from other worlds and put their souls in new bodies without making them Akuma. Even if they were coming from different points in time. "There's got to be a way of explaining all of this, yeah?"
Survivor's guilt, he's seen it before. Felt it before. 'Why couldn't it have been me?' "They have to be alive somewhere. This is a big place, Allen. Maybe they're somewhere we haven't been yet." After all, if the three of them were here there had to be more.
Lavi sits down at the table far away from everyone else, his back to the wall. Allen can sit beside him or opposite him.
99% chance to catch Wild Allen. This is the heart of the swarm.
"I can't believe someone else has something like the Ark. ...it's almost the same." Allen frowns and takes a bite of his oatmeal. He tries not to think of what drugs could be in it. It tastes bland but every person he's talked to said the admins didn't poison or drug it.
"Space and time are being manipulated in the same way, but I can't figure out the source." He chews on the tip of his spoon before taking a few more bites. "One thing's for sure. Something is here, and the residents are afraid of it." It's like a job in a way and his heart aches a little with nostalgia.
"...Or someone. They keep mentioning 'admins'."
/just throws food and then a pokeball
"It is kind of like the Ark... Isn't it." He hadn't made that connection before, not having had a slightly more intimate relationship with the construct like Allen did. "They're taking a lot of pages from our home, it seems."
Well, it hasn't killed Allen yet so he'll take a bite himself. Too much honey. But he'll eat it anyway.
"We'll find it, it'll just take a bit of digging. Shouldn't be too hard for me to go poking around." The redhead nods, he's heard and felt many a same thing from the others he's spoken to. "I've had words of caution against ones called Jason and Ruana."
/caught!
He isn't capable of calling to it the way he could the Ark. Doctoring his oatmeal helped make it tolerable, but he almost doesn't taste it as he thinks about everything that's happened. "What's the last thing you remember about home?" He finally says before adding. "You're right, it will take some digging but we will find out what's going on." It's the second time he's said something like that. He has to.
It has to be ok.
/makes you battle Kanda
"Seems like it, anyway. All of the floors are different. Vastly different." He still couldn't believe half of the ones he had explored. And there were still more to discover by the words of others...
"I've got some leads on where to start and who to start with. I just have to hunt all of them down." At least with his memory it wouldn't be too hard. But see, he's shifting uncomfortably at the question about home, eating more of his oatmeal and delaying it as long as he can.
"Something was happening on your end with the golems. Yours and Kanda's..."
/rude
Had Lavi heard it? He shifts a bit as he picks up his cup of water and takes a few drinks. If he'd heard it, he'd mention it. "...I was fighting the Earl." It seems like that much is important to say. "He wasn't acting right."
Mana was the cause of everything.
That statement still bothers him. Allen frowns and stuffs more oatmeal in his face. "There's something really wrong with him." He doesn't sound precisely sympathetic. More worried. "I don't know what he'll do next."
♥?
His head whips up and he looks at Allen wide-eyed, "The Earl? Wait, when did he show up?" Lavi turns in his chair to face the younger teen, suddenly taken back by how much older and world-weary Allen looks. "Allen... Allen, what happened? I mean Yuu told me some things but you know how he is." Details from the swordsman was like pulling teeth. Unpleasant.
♥
Lavi was from before the fight. He hadn't seen everything go horribly wrong with the Thirds as they were unable to control Alma's hatred and raw fury. He had every right to be furious. The Order had used and abused him and Kanda but the killing, that had been wrong.
He drops all pretenses as he sighs, his shoulders sagging and his tired grey eyes locked with Lavi's. "What did he tell you?"
no subject
Lavi thinks back to his earlier conversation with the swordsman, "About something called the Second Exorcist project this Alma person was involved in, how they used them and parts of the egg to make the Thirds. And how that lead to the Thirds changing sides after this Alma turned into an Akuma." That was basically it.