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towerofanimus2013-09-18 01:26 am
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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.
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It depends, I suppose, on how obvious you make what it is you're looking to find out. If you can keep it off their radar you should be alright.
[She tilts her head, curious.]
Though I think it would be wisest to find those who have been trying to find the truth of the tower first and see what you can get from them.
[She's not sure of all of them, but she's sure she can direct him to one or two, in that vein. At his last question she closes her eyes briefly, expression somewhat discontent.]
We are... constructs, to put it simply. Our forms aren't real, and the images of ourselves we see are illusions. Most are content to consider themselves still 'real' as it appears our souls are in fact held within the constructs but... I don't know if everyone shares that opinion.
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I'm good at getting the information I want, no worries there. [It's what his business is in. Still, he'll take the advice, doesn't want to die here.]
Any idea on where to get started with that?
Figments of our imagination... [He rubs at his head.] We have to have our real bodies somewhere.
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[She shrugs slightly.]
I don't know if our real bodies are stored somewhere or not, but if that happens to be the case, it will be one less thing to worry about.
[She half-smiles, a little sheepish.]
Normally I myself would be a better source of information but the last few months have been a bit trying.
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So why do we even need to eat if our bodies aren't real? [He noticed the cafeteria and restaurant.] Just the familiarity of it all?
They threw a lot of things at you all at once?
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[How she's going to do that is probably best not to ask.]
I actually have no idea- but it's... well. It's as close to a sense of normalcy as we'll get in this place. So the familiarity might be why. That or there's something these frames need to intake to keep functioning.
[She shakes her head slowly.]
Not at me, at the very least- but I've lost someone that... was very important to me.
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[Lavi rubs at his face.] Suppose it's supposed to get our guard down or something... [Having daily life still there and all.]
Oh... Ah. I'm sorry.
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[She half-smiles, amused.]
I can usually feel right where he is.
[She shrugs a bit.]
If that's the point, they're making it very difficult with the things they do to us.
[Her head shakes at the apology though, waving it away. Her tone, when she speaks now, is absolutely resolute.]
Don't be. I'll get him back.
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As the saying goes, "there's a method to the madness". [Lavi nods, he knows that determination, recognizes it from his friends.]
I'm sure you will. [No hint of sarcasm or anything negative in that remark.]