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towerofanimus2013-10-06 02:58 pm
seventhsong) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-06 02:58 pm
Intro
[Characters]: Lorelei and anyone who wants to play.
[Setting]: Lots of places. Room 2-08, the floor outside. Floor 95, 73, Cafeteria.
[Format]: Starting prose, can switch to action on preferences.
[Summary]: Lorelei's arrival to the tower, and some minor explorations.
[Warnings]: It's the Tower. There might not be violence and horror right now but that could change suddenly.
Waking up at all is strange and disorienting. 'Sleep' isn't something that happens to Aggregates for the most part, fonons don't sleep. So waking up in a strange place, on a bed, in clothes, in a physical form, is deeply unsettling. If any of his new roommates have ever encountered any of the Lukes or Asch, Lorelei's appearance is immediately recognizable, just ... a little older than they. He sits up abrubtly, the note left nearby picked up.
Reading it ins interrupted by marveling at the fact that he has fingers and really shouldn't. But there's no surprise at what the note says, only resignation. It's tossed aside, and almost immediately later he tries to get up.
This doesn't go well. Lorelei hasn't exactly tried to walk in a long time. He knows how it's supposed to work, knows how it worked before, but actually pulling it off and managing to do so in a smooth and graceful manner simply doesn't happen. Leaning on the bed keeps him from falling over at least, and frowning fiercely, he sets to work figuring out his own coordination. This might take a bit.
---
Just passing through! Having figured out how to manage this walking thing again, Lorelei's not really going to hang around this particular floor too long, it's just not as interesting as what must surely lie elsewhere. But if approached or spoken to, he'll likely stop.
---
Lorelei could have taken the elevator. Instead he chose the stairs, and had poked in to each floor as he went. But only this one actually stops him and lures him inside. There were multicolored balls, everywhere. Everywhere. The other floors at least made sense to what he was familiar with, but this is a new thing. Ball pits were not something he's ever encountered, or even directly dealt with the memory of from others.
So he wades in. Walking on balls is not an easy thing to do, but it's interesting, and there's nets and trampolines and it's not that hard to completely bury himself in the multicolored orbs. Lorelei's going to be here a while, part because trampolines and nets and balls are a real challenge to navigate around when he only dimly recalled ever walking before, and part because it's simply ... fun.
---
Eventually Floor Ball Pit loses its interest, and off he goes again. This particular floor seemed familiar somehow, in a way he wasn't quite sure about. Snow and ruined castles. Auldrant had plenty of both, depending on the season. His long coat and scarf provided some protection against the bitter cold, so exploring a while before it gets too chilly even for him surely can't hurt.
---
The oatmeal is dealt with. Eating it still hot means it doesn't actually taste all that bad honestly, and with it finished with, Lorelei's waited a little while and then gone back for pumpkin seeds.
Except he's no longer in the easily recognizable humanoid shape anyone familiar with his isofons would be able to identify. No, there's a small furry vibrantly red creature determinedly picking its way across the floor now, with a bowl of pumpkin seeds balanced neatly on his head. The tower had monsters, and one might think this one had escaped, but no, it's collared as well. The shape of a cheagle is small, unassuming and to most people incredibly cute.
But it comes with its own challenges. Like trying to get into a seat or onto a table, with a bowl full of pumpkin seeds, without spilling any of them.
[Setting]: Lots of places. Room 2-08, the floor outside. Floor 95, 73, Cafeteria.
[Format]: Starting prose, can switch to action on preferences.
[Summary]: Lorelei's arrival to the tower, and some minor explorations.
[Warnings]: It's the Tower. There might not be violence and horror right now but that could change suddenly.
Waking up at all is strange and disorienting. 'Sleep' isn't something that happens to Aggregates for the most part, fonons don't sleep. So waking up in a strange place, on a bed, in clothes, in a physical form, is deeply unsettling. If any of his new roommates have ever encountered any of the Lukes or Asch, Lorelei's appearance is immediately recognizable, just ... a little older than they. He sits up abrubtly, the note left nearby picked up.
Reading it ins interrupted by marveling at the fact that he has fingers and really shouldn't. But there's no surprise at what the note says, only resignation. It's tossed aside, and almost immediately later he tries to get up.
This doesn't go well. Lorelei hasn't exactly tried to walk in a long time. He knows how it's supposed to work, knows how it worked before, but actually pulling it off and managing to do so in a smooth and graceful manner simply doesn't happen. Leaning on the bed keeps him from falling over at least, and frowning fiercely, he sets to work figuring out his own coordination. This might take a bit.
---
Just passing through! Having figured out how to manage this walking thing again, Lorelei's not really going to hang around this particular floor too long, it's just not as interesting as what must surely lie elsewhere. But if approached or spoken to, he'll likely stop.
---
Lorelei could have taken the elevator. Instead he chose the stairs, and had poked in to each floor as he went. But only this one actually stops him and lures him inside. There were multicolored balls, everywhere. Everywhere. The other floors at least made sense to what he was familiar with, but this is a new thing. Ball pits were not something he's ever encountered, or even directly dealt with the memory of from others.
So he wades in. Walking on balls is not an easy thing to do, but it's interesting, and there's nets and trampolines and it's not that hard to completely bury himself in the multicolored orbs. Lorelei's going to be here a while, part because trampolines and nets and balls are a real challenge to navigate around when he only dimly recalled ever walking before, and part because it's simply ... fun.
---
Eventually Floor Ball Pit loses its interest, and off he goes again. This particular floor seemed familiar somehow, in a way he wasn't quite sure about. Snow and ruined castles. Auldrant had plenty of both, depending on the season. His long coat and scarf provided some protection against the bitter cold, so exploring a while before it gets too chilly even for him surely can't hurt.
---
The oatmeal is dealt with. Eating it still hot means it doesn't actually taste all that bad honestly, and with it finished with, Lorelei's waited a little while and then gone back for pumpkin seeds.
Except he's no longer in the easily recognizable humanoid shape anyone familiar with his isofons would be able to identify. No, there's a small furry vibrantly red creature determinedly picking its way across the floor now, with a bowl of pumpkin seeds balanced neatly on his head. The tower had monsters, and one might think this one had escaped, but no, it's collared as well. The shape of a cheagle is small, unassuming and to most people incredibly cute.
But it comes with its own challenges. Like trying to get into a seat or onto a table, with a bowl full of pumpkin seeds, without spilling any of them.
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"The Lorelei? You mean the one I..." After everything, lately, he was sort of out of starting to run a little short on the feeling of surprise, "So, even afte..r...?"
He sighed, realizing one very important rule of the tower--nobody would be from the same world. So, did that really apply to... Lorelei, too?
"I see," he gave a soft laugh, "... Sort of? I'm still not sure how it's possible for you to be here--expecially in a... solid form." He assumed that word would probably be the best one to use.
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"Very technically," the Aggregate says gently, "There's at least two or three of me now so I'm not sure I qualify as 'The' Lorelei so much as /a/ Lorelei."
Isofons.
And he seems to find it absolutely hilarious, by the way he's grinning. How Lorelei can at once think of them all as individuals and as exactly the same person is probably directly related to being an aggregate sentience and not a human being.
"I am told there are multiple Auldrants, and that you may not be the guiding light I know, but it doesn't really matter." Not to him. "If it is easier, then think of me as 'that' Lorelei, and ... as for being here, once upon a time, a long time ago, all of us quite frequently used physical forms." Lorelei beams. "I had this shape before. I have it again now. It's a little odd, I'm not used to it anymore but so far it's fantastic! Not quite the freedom I had desired, but it will do I think."
There's a pause, and then Lorelei looks terribly pleased again. "It is good to actually see you. And it seems it is easier to speak to you this way as well!"
As opposed to raging migraines. He is aware he's rambling but ... it's so hard not to!
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Luke could not help but laugh a little after the words, though, especially at the grin the other redhead's giving. It's actually a little strange to see him like this. Luke would have pictured a more solemn guy, if he's being perfectly honest with himself.
"I'm sure you'll have no problem getting used to that form, again!" Have an encouraging smile, Mister Aggregate.
To the part about the new means of communication, Luke held the smile, though his brow furrowed just a bit, "Heh. Yeah, I would say this does feel a little nicer. Either way, though, it's definitely different. And... I've gotta say, this is probably the most different thing to happen, since I've arrived."
He laughs, before scratching the side of his face and continuing, "I've met more than a handful of people that come from completely different places--even a guy who has real wings... and one who can change into multiple animals!"
But, ...meeting Lorelei tops even those.
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It's a little intoxicating after millenia of willful imprisonment.
"I'm doing pretty good at it so far. Stairs were tricky." He's nothing if not dedicated to improving that awkwardness. This Luke isn't as gratingly unhappy as Asch or even as easily confused and arrogant as the longer-haired other-Luke. Their distinctiveness was nice. Mellow, pleasant acceptance was also nice, he didn't have to explain himself or why he was in a good mood or anything.
"Not as convenient," is the murmured sound from Lorelei, as he suddenly steps sideways behind some crumbling stone and out of the biting wind that kicks up. It's cold. He had his scarf and had long sleeves, but that's a chill wind! "Using sound alone doesn't allow the exchange of memory or thought as efficiently." But less pain. If he even realizes it's painful. "Ah?"
Real wings! "Is he human? Humans have wings now? And can shapeshift? When did that happen??" No, no, they're not Auldrant people. "I get locked away for a few thousand years and suddenly human capability leaps forward and I missed it???" It's like telling a little kid that his favorite candy is all sold out.
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Against the wind, Luke tightens the blanket for a moment, "Well, they're from another planet. I don't know if either one's entirely human, actually. Well, the guy who can change into animals probably was..." It's complicated, he thinks.
Ah! He realizes something. Immediately, he removes the blanket and holds it out for Lorelei, "Here, we can't have you getting sick."
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And Lorelei has no problem at all with sharing a warm blanket. But taking it entirely? No, then his isofon would get to freeze instead. That just didn't sit right with him. "Maybe they're monsters then," he hazards. "Not all of them have four legs. And some have wings. ... Not all monsters eat humans either."
It makes sense to him. "Or that's just what humans are like there? Or the .. equivalent to humans."