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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.
/pets!
Lavi's still not sure his world has ended but he shakes his head, "There's someone here from my home. I'm not the only one from it..." Maybe one person from a specific point in time in that world, since Kanda seems to be convinced the redhead has been missing for months.
He's still mulling over what Asch told him about the whole soul + new bodies thing. The fact that there's one person in charge of it makes him feel all the more suspicious that this place is its own version of the war in his home. And he's now a pawn in it. "So this place isn't such a walk in the park with these...experiments and 'games' as you put it."
The redhead nods, he's seen tactics like that before, usually he's not on the side experiencing it first hand. But he knows what to do to avoid being seen, being swallowed up in the rush for whatever food they do have. Just the thought of food makes his stomach rumble slight, it's been ages since he's eaten anything.
"These collars, what to the colors on them mean?" His own is indigo, he saw it in the mirror in the bathroom.
If Ganta is looking for any kind of outward dismay or surprise or disgust he'll be waiting a while. Lavi is a master at hiding his emotions beneath a mask.
|3;;
"I have no idea what they mean. I haven't had the chance to ask anyone that knows. There's a bunch of different colors, though. Enough for..."
Wait.
"I think it's simple... actually. There's enough for every day of the week. Maybe that's all it is," he lets out a faintly sheepish laugh, "...since you have to go to the checkup. Ours--" he points to his own collar, "...is on Fridays. Every Friday, to be exact."
He pauses a moment, before deciding to give the warning, "Just a warning, though? You'll pass out on Saturday, if you don't go to the infirmary on Friday. While you're unconscious, they'll come at drag you down there, themselves. It's your decision, though."
He adds a couple of seconds later, "The food here's not that bad, at least," he mutters, "as long as you eat the oatmeal first."
He's seen what happens when people don't.
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But his memory wasn't for nothing. He'd see Ganta and Kanda both on Fridays. The redhead just hoped he wasn't going to yell too much at Lavi to stay away once he realized it. The whole passing out thing didn't sound all that pleasant.
"What happens if you don't eat it?"
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"Well, from what I've seen and heard..." He tenses his brow and makes a very unhappy face, "You get violently sick every time you try to eat something else. Anything besides the oatmeal, I mean. It's pretty bad, actually. People have nearly died from starvation over it."
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"I'd probably have it anyway, I don't trust my ribs at the moment."
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"Your ribs? ...Oh, are you hurt?" He blinks to Lavi, giving a concerned expression.
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He gives a sheepish smile, "Ah... right."
The smile drops and he scratches the side of his face, "I wouldn't want to risk that, either. Hopefully they aren't, though."
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He gives Ganta a smile, "I think I'm fine. Honest. I'd ask you to do a proving punch to them but my head still says they're sore even if they aren't." When you remember everything and something like that happened moments before you woke up here... Well, your head gets stuck in that rut.
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He shrugs. He's heard quite a bit about them, actually--how there's a small group of people in the tower with the ability to heal people. He doesn't entirely believe that they can do a whole lot, but it'd be worth the shot, if it'd help put this guy's mind at ease.
Offering a smile, he speaks in a softer tone, "I mean, if you think it'd help..."
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"Don't think that's necessary, yeah? I'll probably wander into the infirmary later anyway to get a look over."
He smiles back reassuringly, "But thank you for offering, Ganta. I appreciate it. Not many folks care so much over someone they just met."
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Then, he saw the smile and heard the appreciation. That actually caused a faint look of surprise, along with a hint of color--well, now he's sort of embarrassed. Looking away to hide his face, a bit, he awkward scratches the back of his head. Okay, so, maybe he's not used to that sort of response--kind of how he's not used to having it pointed out that he cares. Now, he's going to toss up a bit of a defense, here.
"Y-yeah, well... We all have to look out for each other, around here, right? It's... no big deal."
The words are his is his mask; and, it's a fairly transparant one. He, indeed, cares what happens to pretty much anyone (save for the Administrators, that is) in this place. Shifting in his stance, he scratches at the back of his head. Softening his tone, he gives a sideways glance.
"...You're welcome, though."
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At least there isn't any ulterior motive like there might be with the other Deadmen? Or...some of them. But Ganta's embarrassment gets Lavi's smile to soften, appears the kiddo wasn't used to things like that. And it makes a mark on the redhead, he's going to remember to compliment him more. Boost his confidence and self-esteem.
"Yeah, it should be the general rule of thumb. But a lot of people are just concerned with themselves or the people they care about. Humans can be...extremely selfish." He's seen it too many times.
"How about this, when I go to the infirmary I'll hunt you down somehow and let you know how I am?"
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"Selfishness is part of being human, anyway. Even when people are doing something nice, they're only doing it to feel better about themselves..." Looking down, he scratches at the side of his face, "And you don't... have to go through all that..."
They barely know each other, and Ganta's too stubborn to say 'sure, okay'.