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towerofanimus2011-11-09 09:20 pm
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Pieces of the Puzzle
Who: Cain Knightlord and EVERYBODY (no seriously, he is knocking on every door in the residential areas)
Setting: All dorm rooms on each level
Format: Starting with Prose, but will match you
Summary: Cain has some questions to ask of everybody!
Warnings: Cheerful derpiness?
[First Part: Private to Abel]
The events of the weeks precluding Halloween had been harrowing, to say the least. Not just due to the violence that had been committed, the deaths that had followed, but because they had seemed powerless to resist it. Even Cain had felt that inexorable pull that told him to kill those who had been subject to experimentation, bombarded with sights and sounds that were no less horrific for the fact they had been hallucinations. It frightened him, the idea of the loss of control, more than most other things did here.
Yet they had managed to resist, the pair of them together. Though in part, he was sure that some of Abel's resistance had stemmed solely from a refusal to hurt anyone just because the Tower decreed it so, rather than from any desire not to hurt innocents. His own logic and fierce internal reassurances that none of it was real had barely helped, yet somehow they had got through it locked in their room without any blood, theirs or anyone else's, staining their hands. It was a victory for them, a reaffirmation that together they could overcome any odds and force things back their way.
It had given him a renewed sense of inner security, a belief that this imprisonment would not be permanent. All he had to do was bide his time, be patient and surely the solution would come to him. He had faith in his own abilities and, with Abel beside him, it was only a matter of time before they were free. It had brought back his ever-present smile, his outward confidence, as though he had chosen to be here and the whole situation was under control. He would make friends, gain confidences, find a way through that to the secrets of the Tower and those that ran it, and then...
But first, his brother deserved a reward for managing to resist the temptation to give into those persuasive voices telling them to kill and maim. He knew Abel was keenly feeling the sense of imprisonment here, and it was imperative that Cain maintain his normalcy to give his brother back a feeling of security and safety. So it was that morning, one (1) Abel Nightroad would be woken up by the smell of delicious (if slightly charred) pancakes covered in maple syrup.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead~"
[Second Part: Open to Everybody]
Having enjoyed his breakfast with his brother, Cain was now on a mission to collect more information that might be useful in unravelling the secrets of this tower. He had down a few names as worthy of extra interest - the nations, Charles Xavier... But he wanted to meet everybody. The more confidences he could gain and the more friends he could make, the stronger his position (and Abel's, by proxy) would become in the tower.
So starting at the bottom of the dormitory levels and going around in a methodical pattern to each room, right through every single one in the Tower, he knocked on the door loudly and confidently. He will also be peeking his head into the libraries, the watch room, the church, and the cafeteria as well to try and catch anybody not at home.
"Excuse me, I wondered if I could have a moment of your time, please?"
[ooc: So very open, in every dorm room and most public locations in the Tower. Cain is on a deliberate hunt for as many residents as he can find.]
Setting: All dorm rooms on each level
Format: Starting with Prose, but will match you
Summary: Cain has some questions to ask of everybody!
Warnings: Cheerful derpiness?
[First Part: Private to Abel]
The events of the weeks precluding Halloween had been harrowing, to say the least. Not just due to the violence that had been committed, the deaths that had followed, but because they had seemed powerless to resist it. Even Cain had felt that inexorable pull that told him to kill those who had been subject to experimentation, bombarded with sights and sounds that were no less horrific for the fact they had been hallucinations. It frightened him, the idea of the loss of control, more than most other things did here.
Yet they had managed to resist, the pair of them together. Though in part, he was sure that some of Abel's resistance had stemmed solely from a refusal to hurt anyone just because the Tower decreed it so, rather than from any desire not to hurt innocents. His own logic and fierce internal reassurances that none of it was real had barely helped, yet somehow they had got through it locked in their room without any blood, theirs or anyone else's, staining their hands. It was a victory for them, a reaffirmation that together they could overcome any odds and force things back their way.
It had given him a renewed sense of inner security, a belief that this imprisonment would not be permanent. All he had to do was bide his time, be patient and surely the solution would come to him. He had faith in his own abilities and, with Abel beside him, it was only a matter of time before they were free. It had brought back his ever-present smile, his outward confidence, as though he had chosen to be here and the whole situation was under control. He would make friends, gain confidences, find a way through that to the secrets of the Tower and those that ran it, and then...
But first, his brother deserved a reward for managing to resist the temptation to give into those persuasive voices telling them to kill and maim. He knew Abel was keenly feeling the sense of imprisonment here, and it was imperative that Cain maintain his normalcy to give his brother back a feeling of security and safety. So it was that morning, one (1) Abel Nightroad would be woken up by the smell of delicious (if slightly charred) pancakes covered in maple syrup.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead~"
[Second Part: Open to Everybody]
Having enjoyed his breakfast with his brother, Cain was now on a mission to collect more information that might be useful in unravelling the secrets of this tower. He had down a few names as worthy of extra interest - the nations, Charles Xavier... But he wanted to meet everybody. The more confidences he could gain and the more friends he could make, the stronger his position (and Abel's, by proxy) would become in the tower.
So starting at the bottom of the dormitory levels and going around in a methodical pattern to each room, right through every single one in the Tower, he knocked on the door loudly and confidently. He will also be peeking his head into the libraries, the watch room, the church, and the cafeteria as well to try and catch anybody not at home.
"Excuse me, I wondered if I could have a moment of your time, please?"
[ooc: So very open, in every dorm room and most public locations in the Tower. Cain is on a deliberate hunt for as many residents as he can find.]
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Most people liked to talk about their homes, it made them feel safer and more secure. It was a source of comfort, and would likely come with titbits about family and friends. It was a good platform to begin with, more detailed questions could come later.
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"A lot of it was forests on water...I guess maybe like a swamp. But the water was too clear to call it that, I think." By this point, she has a somewhat nostalgic smile on her face. "There were a lot of huge rock mountains too -- most of them had waterfalls. We lived in a huge white castle on top of a plateau on the largest mountain."
A thought struck her, and suddenly, she reached behind her to the open spellbook, and began to flip through it. She eventually came upon a diagram of a castle -- not the very palace in the Land of Departure, but some other ancient castle, kept afloat by spells cast by the strongest mages. It's much wider at the top than the bottom, and would collapse on itself if left to its own devices.
She scooted the book towards Cain and pointed towards the picture. "Ours was sort of like that. It was enchanted, to keep it balanced, and it was held to the surrounding mountains by huge gold chains."
There was a smile as she withdrew her hand, so it wouldn't obscure the picture. "I liked to stand on the ground and look up at it when I was young. I always wanted to learn how to make a magic castle." In truth, she still did. But there wasn't much point to it now.
If Aqua was a better artist, she would have drawn a picture for Cain looking something like this (http://images.wikia.com/kingdomhearts/images/a/ac/Land_of_Departure_Render.jpg), instead of trying to explain her world. But, as she was mediocre at best in that regard, he'll have to be left to imagine it.
A pause followed her statement, preceding a bashful smile. "I'm sorry. I rambled."
it hates us all!
It was insane, like a fantasy tale... magic and castles, spellbooks and floating forests... he could barely believe what he was hearing.
His eyes tilted downwards to look at the diagram that she passed to him to see, memorising the layout and the words written on the page. Before handing it back to her with a warm smile.
"Nonsense, it was lovely to hear, don't apologise."
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"Is there anything else you want to know?" Despite the sadness associated with it, she didn't mind talking about her world further if he had more questions.
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He gave her a moment to remember her world with fondness, as was evident in the brightness of her eyes and the way she looked at that book.
"I wonder if you could tell me what exactly you were doing right before you woke up here?"
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She adopted a thoughtful expression. Well, there was another thing she could say for sure too. "I was in the realm of darkness," stated the Keybearer -- and, after a moment: "In my universe, there's a realm of light and a realm of darkness. People are born in the light; I'm pretty sure a lot of them aren't even aware that there are other...dimensions, like that."
She laced her fingers together over her knees, tilting her head back to peer up at the ceiling. "The darkness is full of monsters. I think I was fighting them -- that's what I spent most of my time there doing. And I guess I passed out when I couldn't handle it anymore." Her lips quirked, not quite forming a frown, but disappointed nonetheless. "I'm sorry. I can't remember the details too well."
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As for her explanation of where she had been, well... he couldn't say he understood most of it, but he gleaned the important information that she had been involved in a conflict - just like the majority of people.
"It's not important, you've been magnificently helpful!"