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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.
Late To The Party Knight is here! Cafeteria!
Amelia is a soldier. A tried-and-tested knight, proven in dozens of battles. And while still friendly, this has given her a strong sense of discipline and restraint when need be as well.
And it takes every last ounce of it to avoid making an incredibly undignified squeal when she spots Lorelei's cheagle form wandering across the floor balancing a bowl on his head. As it is there's still a huge grin on her face as she approaches. And the collar does not go unnoticed either, which means... that must be a new resident? Only one way to find out! Crouching down in front of him she smiles warmly. "Hello there! You must be new here!"
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Up until he's appropached. The Aggregate-turned-cheagle stares up at Amelia with wide, wide green eyes. This place is so full of nice, helpful people! He didn't know why everyone didn't like it!
"Hello!" Hey, that little thing can talk. Kind of anyway, though its squeaky voice is perfectly audible it doesn't seem to speak by moving its mouth. Maybe cheagles work differently! "I am! I woke up here today."
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She's quite fond of tiny cute things, you see.
"Ah-hah, I thought so! I wasn't quite sure because you look very... uh... different, but the collar gave it away! My name's Amelia, what's yours?"
There was something else she was going to... oh right! Offer help!
"By the way do you need a hand? These chairs must be pretty high up there for a guy like you!"
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It's kind of nice. A little different. "I'm called Lorelei by most people." It's cheerful. "I'm happy to meet you, Amelia!"
She was nice. That's really all Lorelei has to know to like her. The offer of help is weighted for a whole second or two before the bowl is heaved back up overhead. It must be heavy for someone so small! "Help is always good! Can you get this? It's big!"
He's still going to have issues with those chairs.
Sorry about the delay! This notif ended up in my spam folder and I missed it until now.
Dear gods above he was adorable. Through a feat of willpower that could only be described as nigh-legendary she managed to remain composed, and when he hefts up the bowl Amelia is quick to pick it up and place it carefully on the table next to them, still smiling warmly as she looks back down at the little guy.
"Do you need a hand getting into the chair too? Or actually, it might be easier if we put you on the table... the chairs might sit a little too low."
It's okay, I delayed too! ;o;
Which it is, when you're a foot tall. Seemingly oblivious to the test of willpower he's presenting Amelia, Lorelei is quite happy to be relieved of his bowl (though he still intends to get at it soon), and then studies the chair thoughtfully. Well it wouldn't let him get at his bowl, he'd definitely need to get on the table.
"I think so too. I might be able to climb it! I .. no, no, I think those are metal, if it was wood I might be able to.." Frown! "... I guess I'll need help up too, then. I'm really sorry about the inconvenience, I should have thought this through a little better."