towerofanimus | Locked in the Tower ✪ Part Three: Bullet Time

Characters:	David "Little David" Puskás, and all youse guys!
Setting:	Floors Three, Eighteen, and Nineteen (Libaries and Study Room), then Floor One (Cafeteria), and later any floor.
Format:	Matching tagger's choice, but starting with Prose.
Summary:	David's doing some library research and looking for whoever's writing up a book on heroes. Then he gets lazy.
Warnings:	None come to mind!

Option A: Floors 3, 18, and 19 (Libraries and Study Room)

     It's been a problem that David's been trying to solve for months now. Namely—now that he's got his rifle put back together, just how was he going to get ammunition for it?

     Every piece of Little David's combat-related equipment requires ammunition of some sort; cartridges, shells, taser darts, grenades, rockets. Without them, he's little more than a clay pigeon ... well, okay, a sturdier clay pigeon, but nevertheless he can't effectively fight back against the tower's monsters or any villainous residents. Fists won't get a Blaster very far. That sword he lifted off the warband of mutilated humanoids during the glamour failure—well, it made for somewhat better odds ... but rather than seeking out a tutor on how to use it effectively as he probably should have done (whatever happened to the guy with the spear?), he's spent these past few months looking for some way to procure ammunition within the tower.

     Soon after the most recent dust-up with the Admins, David got a lucky break in the form of Waver Velvet, Lord El-Melloi the second.

     So now, David's making a thorough search of the Tower's libraries and study room, looking for anything on rifle cartridges. Any books, or even just an encyclopedia entry or two, that might give Waver a good idea of what they're made of and their general anatomy. He's also looking for anything he can find on shotgun shells, for the same reason. Having a flight system in his powered armor suit makes the job a little easier: with every flare of its plasma thrusters, David zips about from isle to isle, shelf to shelf, completely disregarding any ladders or stairs that might be needed to access the higher shelves.

Option B: Floor 1 (Cafeteria)

     Shortly before the latest bout with the admins, David had received a colorful letter with a request. Since Christmas, David's been trying to find whoever it was who sent the note. He's a little confused, though—when he reads the letter, he keeps reading "room two on floor one" as meaning the Cafeteria. It hasn't yet occurred to him to check the residential Floor One.

     David never really was the book smart type.

     Nevertheless, he's staking out the cafeteria again, with the letter in hand. He's also going to be nosing around the kitchens, looking for any signs that might help determine if the cafeteria really has a "room two" or not. So, kitchen staff, you might have a hero getting in the way of meal times.

Option C: Any stairways/floors

     Other times, of the day, though, you might find David elsewhere.

     Like napping in mid-air, in front of you, or in places that aren't the most appropriate for a nap, like off the side of a ledge or railing—and yet he'll be floating there as if he were lying back in a hammock. Legs crossed, arms folded behind his back, the plasma thrusters in his boots and on his back keeping him sturdily aloft. ~~Not unlike a certain demolitions mech whose theme music is appropriate for this sort of activity.~~

     You could probably push him around like an air hockey puck and he wouldn't notice ... or would he?

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Rolo studied David for a moment. "You're safe for now. You're still on one of the dormitory floors. Though who knows where you'd have floated if you hadn't woken up."

David looks visibly relieved at that—and taking a more measured look around, he finally recognizes that it's a dormitory floor they're on, at least from what he can see of the rest of the floor where they're at.

"Arright, good," David says quietly, almost as if he were reassuring himself rather than in response. A moment later, though, David looks back over to the boy.

"Anyways, sorry 'bout dat, uh—what's yer name?"

Rolo nodded quietly in agreement, then he replied rather awkwardly. "It's... alright." Though he was annoyed but that's what people said in situations like that, didn't they? At least, that's what his older brother would have said. "I'm Rolo Lamperouge."

David doesn't seem to pick up on Rolo's annoyance, so the conversational chaff appears to have worked. Instead, he gives a single, firm nod after hearing Rolo's name.

"I'm da Darin' Little David," David replies, now offering Rolo his hand to shake—as if they had just casually met on the street ... and not this awkward encounter in a residential floor stairwell. "Though if you're not da type for hero names, David's arright with me."

Locked in the Tower ✪ Part Three: Bullet Time

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Sorry for the wait. Just got back from hiatus! >_<

No worries! I'm all good for it.