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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.
IS IT NEXT WEEK YET?
Another nod, still focused on what made him pick the oatmeal. I mean, it makes sense to choose something that'll be easy on the stomach, right? That and who knew what kinds of things were actually put into the food, it could only look like oatmeal if it wanted to in this place.
"Everything that you can works, I'll ask questions after I've heard it all." He wants to see if what the shortie in the library told him is all true.
[[ooc; It's alright to glaze over it in the prose if you want.]]
JUST A LITTLE LONGER!
Subconsciously scratching just above the violet collar around his throat, a sigh escaped him, "All I know is that it keeps you from getting violently sick."
The redhead goes on to explain about the administrators, first. All the while, his expression remains calm (sort of like someone reading from a script). He has heard this, himself, so many times that it may have truly started to feel that way. Next, comes the 'inability to die due to the fake bodies' speech. With this part, his face tenses and he has to pause, looking to the side for a couple of seconds. Swallowing hard, he immediately explains about the different floors--how some are dangerous, but some could actually take one's mind off of the horrible nature of this place. After closing his eyes, he pauses, before turning just enough to give Lavi a sideways glance.
"By the way, the letters you woke up with are accurate. The one explaining how everything works is gonna be your best friend, for now. And... don't even try skipping a check up in the infirmary. They really will knock you out and drag you there. And..."
He pauses just long enough to put a finger to the side of his face and give it a light scratch, "There's these things called... uh... 'network terminals' on the same floor as our rooms."
Moving the hand to his neck, he tapped at his collar with a sigh, "Also, there's no point in trying to remove these things. I've tried several times. It just... won't come off."
Offering a weary smile to Lavi, he left it at that--and was open for questions.
/FRANTIC TAIL WAG
Well... Until Luke says the bit about the fake bodies. "Wait a minute, wait a minute. So the body that I think is mine right now is not mine? Despite looking and sounding just like it." Even though he knows they're not Akuma, he's wondering if the people in charge here have taken a page out of the Earl's book regardless.
There were a few floors that he felt unsafe on so that information doesn't bother him so much right now. But his home being gone... "Think I was one paper short." He shakes his head, "I can't imagine my world being gone, not when we were working so hard to save it."
The infirmary he's found, noticed that the collar colors were all the same. So he just needs to figure out when he goes in. Shouldn't be too hard. "'Network terminals'? What are those?"
... .... .... ............... ........................... OH LOOKS LIKE IT CAN. YES, GOOD.
"Apparently, these collars are somehow connected to that, too. I don't know how, but... apparently our bodies are," he appears to be trying to remember something, before speaking again in an unsure tone, "wired...though, I'm not too sure what that means, exactly."
He pauses a couple of seconds, before muttering, "Yeah, I understand how that is, actually," his voice softens, "I had... just saved my world, before waking up in this place."
Closing his eyes a moment, he sighs and shakes his head, offering Lavi an encouraging smile, "But, there's no point dwelling on it, since there's nothing we can do, right?"
He reaches up to scratch the side of his face, "Besides, we have to focus on what we can do. Anyway!" He lowers his hand and leans forward just a bit on his forearms, propping them on top of the table lightly, "The network terminals are these ...box-shaped...things that I've heard a couple of people refer to as a "computer". We can use them to keep in touch with other people in the tower. You can talk to each other, see each other, or simply write to one another... no matter where the other person is. As long as they're using one of the network terminals, as well, that is."
His smile fades, and he genuinely seems to still be amazed by the whole idea, "It's really cool, actually. You should check them out whenever you're back up there. It's a great way to keep in touch with your friends, and it's handy when you have a message you need to get out to the entire tower."
Yay!!!!
"There has to be some way around it, some way that they have." Kanda and himself had both come from different times in their home. It just didn't make sense. "What is there to do here anyway, it doesn't seem like this place has much of a purpose. Aside from being a menagerie of people from different worlds."
Lavi is frustrated, this place makes no sense to him. Nothing is as it should be. Except computers, those bring to mind what they had in the Order, huge screens and multitudes of buttons. He had been forbidden to touch the "delicate machinery" by several of the scientists. But he was still curious about them. That they let them communicate with others here... "Sounds a bit like our golems, though they went with us everywhere."
He pulls the tear-shaped bat out of his uniform pocket, placing it on the table. Deactivated it just rolls about slightly, wings laying limply and eye shut. "They helped us stay in contact during battle."
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Luke can only offer a symphathetically confused expression to his next questions. So far, Luke spends his days wandering the floors and exploring. Sometimes, the days end good-others, not so good. He blinks to the word 'golems', though and watches... what he's assuming is a 'golem' get set down on the table.
"Uh... 'Golem'?" He slowly reaches a finger out to touch the unfamiliar object, before deciding against it, "How do they work?" He looks up with a fascinated expression.
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"Why do they have experiments here anyway?"
It's fine, it won't hurt you. "There are wires inside, a little bit of electricity and it flies around and records things. If we're close enough it acted like a short-wave radio."
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He looks grim for a moment, before focusing on the description of the golem, "It can record things? What kind of things?"
And it acted like a... what? He decides to pick the thing up and give it a closer look. It's pretty neat looking, actually.
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"Things it sees or hears, basically does the same job I do but other people can access it."
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His brow furrows, "But my friend," his hand tightens into a fist, "...it happened to him."
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. The next sentence, he blinks at, a little, "You... can record things? How does that work, exactly?"
Exceptional memory, or something? That's his guess, actually; and, honestly, Luke thinks that would be a really cool trait to have.
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The redhead taps his forehead, "I can remember everything I interact with, it's as much a curse as it is a gift."
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Instead, he's frowning a little as he gives Lavi a surprised look to the last sentence spoken, "Everything you interact with? Even things such as smells and tastes?" He pauses a moment, "I can see how that would be a curse..."
Never being able to forget anything? Sure, Luke holds a rather high value towards memories, but there are some things that would be better left forgotten. Luke wouldn't want to remember all of the smells--or even more of the sounds--of that day in Akzeriuth. He could barely tolerate the memory of the boy's face--and his voice, as he sunk into the miasma...
So, on that note, he feels kind of ...bad for this guy. He has no idea what sort of things he's gone through, of course; but, he's definitely open-minded to the possibility that there could be a lot of things Lavi wishes to forget.
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He nods in response to the question, "Every burnt meal, every foul stench from the street gutters. But also the very best fit for a king's plate and the sweetest perfumes."
Not to mention every moment of every fight fought on the battlefield, a place he's been from the very beginning of his training. And yet he's still friendly despite the horrors he's seen.
He gets by well enough, Luke. Little nightmares to speak of.
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"Ah..."
The replica's expression drops a bit, "I can't imagine that, at all. The things I remember are bad enough, without having all the small details thrown in. You're a pretty strong guy, then!"
He lets out a soft, faintly awkward laugh. Leaning on his elbows he pauses to look down at the table, a moment, "So, what sort of things can you use that for?" He glances back up at Lavi.
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Then again... He could apply the same things that they do with Akuma: it's wearing a human's skin but it stopped being a human the moment it gave in to the Earl and their grief.
"Sometimes...I'm not so sure." Lavi gives a somewhat bitter grin down to his oatmeal more than to Luke. The redhead picks his golem back up and sticks it in the inside pocket of his coat, sticking another spoonful in his mouth.
"My memory? I use it to record history, I'm a historian. We covered war most extensively."
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He would probably have a nervous breakdown for a moment.
The redhead pauses, his expression falling closer to neutral; and, before he has a chance to catch himself, he's muttering, "... Me, neither." Tensing a bit, he shifts.
Honestly, he had not meant to say that. Oh well, it's there. It's also true. Really, he's not sure of a lot of things, right now. This Tower has him questioning quite a bit, especially things about himself. Lavi's last sentence has Luke's expression falling completely.
"War?" He blinks.
That's a terrible thing to cover. Brow tensing, he looks down. Jeez, no wonder. When he witnessed the war first-hand, back home, it had been more than awful. Seeing those people dying, while attempting to get everyone safely across the battlefield was... an experience like no other. He can't imagine going into one strictly to capture the memories of it; and, therefore, looking at everything possible.
Maybe he should change the subject, "Uh... So, what kind of floors have you seen, so far?"