[Mingle: Dorm Floor 3 - Recharge?; Part One]

[neverbeamemory]

Characters: Those woken up on the 3rd Dormitory Floor by explosions - OPEN MINGLE
Setting: Dormitory Floor 3 - Any/All Rooms & Hallways, Monday 27th Jan.
Format: Mingle Style: Action/Prose as Preferred
Summary: Event: Recharge? Part One Mingle for the aftermath of the explosions for residents of the 3rd Floor Dorms, Open later on to other residents from other levels for checking on their friends etc. Please mark with character name/location etc for starting new threads.
Warnings: Please mark your subject header with any warnings applicable.

[Mingle Log - Prompts in sub-threads below]

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[OU] Sephiroth | Dorm 03-02 and Then Hallways

[neverbeamemory]

Dormitory 03-02
[Not again.

At the first rumblings of explosions below them Sephiroth is instantly awake. Sat up like a switch flipped and gazing about in the darkness; towards Lancelot and Hidetoshi if they were roused yet. Tempering his breathing carefully so that he could better listen, like one would listen to thunder, trying to determine if the violent noises seemed to be getting louder or not. If so then he'd bolt, last time being stuck in a Dormitory was one of the worst weeks of his life, not something he'd want to repeat. At the same time, Sephiroth is unsure whether he wants to move just yet - they had been safe contained in the Dormitories last time, if only one could remain quiet.

So for now, it's the rippling of explosions floors below them; getting closer sometimes, further away other times. The darkness. And the other two occupants of this room.]

Hallways, eventually towards the staircase.
[Not very long after the explosions seem to have stopped, Sephiroth is pulling his pair of grey gym jogging bottoms on and heading out into the Hallways. He will go alone if his room mates wouldn't want to join him. Pushing all thoughts of how cold it still is, out of his mind. He's not shivering at least, which means that at least for now his real, passive-regenerative powers are functioning; he feels the cold but it's not limiting at all.

Bare feet careful and soundless on the floor of the Hallways as he goes about a cautious check-around of his usual patrol route.

The power fluctuating dramatically as the morning draws on, Sephiroth approaches the stairwell. The rippling of the fabric of the Tower is hardly noticeable but for his instincts that tell him there is something wrong here]

Nearly Berserker: Dormitory 3-02, Hallway

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[At the sound of the explosion, the thing that is now less Lancelot than Berserker wakes, or rather, simply movesto stand in the center of the room, invisible in the darkness, a shroud of black mist seems to rise from his body. He is making a low sound, deep in his throat, it is a growl.

Not having seen him since a few weeks prior, Sephiroth is unaware of the changes in his roommate and sparring partner. As Lancelot's true Powers have returned to him, so has his Madness. His hair is wild, his teeth, large and sharp, his eyes red-- yet still, Lancelot remains, somewhere beneath. He cannot speak clearly, but he retains a core of reason.

Berserker Lancelot looks toward Sephiroth, sitting bolt upright in his bed. His red eyes glow faintly in the dark like banked coals. The hissing growl continues to come from his throat as he attempts to make himself understood.
He will join Sephiroth when the man leaves the room.]

[neverbeamemory]

[It's not like Sephiroth really keeps much of a tab on the state of those he shares a room with. They have always minded their own affairs and he's more than comfortable in keeping to himself. Hidetoshi for his intellectual pursuits, Lancelot for his physical ones. It made an odd kind of sense how it's developed this way.

The black misty form in the center of the room is regarded most carefully. After all Sephiroth is not sure if this was maybe another Admin trick intended to torment them. He's not seen Lancelot for a few weeks - but even at less than half-come into his own Powers it doesn't take Sephiroth long to figure out what might have changed.

It's not like the Berserker has even expressed any intent to launch at him violently. Yet. And from the look of it as he made to leave the room, there is still enough of Lancelot there to deduce that whatever may be out in the Hallways - they stand a better chance of facing it together.]

(ooc: feel free to follow me around tagging out if you like!)

[culbutiri]

[Nesir isn't on this floor, but she has gone downstairs to try and find out what is going on. She had her knife in her hand, peering at the center of the staircase, and as she passes the third floor she sees a recognisable figure.] Do that be being you Sephiroth?

open to Lancelot Ok as he's joining Seph on patrol?

[neverbeamemory]

[He is only passing the doorway to the stairwell to continue his patrol of the Hallways when the voice rings out from within it.

It's not like he's usually seen wearing only grey jogging bottoms unless in the Gymnasium - it speaks volumes of the confidence he must feel in his real powers this morning to be out and about without boots, leather or armor on. He's not even had the time for his shower yet this morning, the silver hair on the immediate back of his head still matted and a bit tangled from sleeping.]

Yes- [He backtracks and cautiously slides into the stairwell, careful to move his entire body as one - not to let foot or head go first, just in case it wasn't safe. Eyes quickly finding whom he thought he heard, in the next beat he notes her blade.]

-Nesir.

[Well at least the stairwell looked safe enough to traverse, even if it didn't look all that healthy.]

Yes good, never say no to Lancelot cr

[culbutiri]

Yes it do be being me. [She nods at them, surprised to see Lancelot there as well, then shrugged at the center pillar] It do be being like this all the way up.

[neverbeamemory]

[Sure enough, Sephiroth's gaze climbs from Nesir up the central spine of the stairwell. Picking out the crackling, sparking wires first as they are the most obvious but quickly taking in the scale of the damage and taking a cautious step towards it to look closer up.]

And undoubtedly all the way down as well.

[The explosions had been mostly below them, this time. One quick glance back to Lancelot if he's followed (or not) and then Sephiroth nods at Nesir.]

Seen anything else?

[His vision is rippling a little in the corners while he lingers on the stairwell, but easily it's dismissed as possibly his real powers settling. Strange behavior in Sephiroth's physiology has been attributed to that for a few weeks already.]

room 3-03

[glassceiling]

[It has been a while since Claudia was last seen in the Tower, yet Assassin checks her room constantly. The name on the door means that she is still here, and yet Assassin has had no luck finding her. Still, she hopes that Claudia will return to her room soon.]

[This is also why she dashes up after she hears the explosions.]

[A strange, hellish scene is displayed before her eyes as she ascends the staircase. People are lying dead and broken on the steps and the central pillar is a mess of sparking wires and chips. She would investigate if she was not in a hurry to get to Claudia's room and see if her Master is unhurt if she happened to be caught in the explosion.]

[Compared to that, the floor is rather normal, looking undamaged. Assassin makes a beeline for room 3-03 and glances around.]

Have any of you seen Claudia?

[She calls to the closest person.]

[AU1]Enoch | Dorm 3-18 then hallways

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch bolts upright, the Arch ready in barely a second as the explosions rock the tower. He takes a moment to look around the room wild-eyed before rushing into the hallways, unless someone stops him in there.

Arch in hand and still open, he runs towards the staircase...and comes to a halt as he sees what has become of the tower's spine.*

What in the world...?

*He may be found milling about after that, seeking company instinctively.*

[neverbeamemory]

[He's just coming down from his obligatory check of the stairwell in the floors above this one as Enoch may be milling around. Verifying that the damage indeed does seem to be to the 'spinal column' that runs right the way through the stairwell itself.

Sephiroth doesn't chance to touch anything, that would be foolish.

He acknowledges Enoch with a slight tip of his head, still no more dressed than when he first left his Dorm. Masamune, however, is held neatly tucked behind his left arm.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch regards him tiredly for a moment, before nodding in acknowledgment. Now is not the time to encourage ill will (is there ever a time?).*

Whoever is causing this is getting bolder.

[neverbeamemory]

[Others have instigated ill-will towards him with next to no provocation (at least worthy provocation, in his opinion), Sephiroth wouldn't be surprised anymore after a certain prank with a rooster but the acknowledging nod is satisfying enough. Sephiroth comes to a stop three steps up, and offers the same in return.

Flexing his grip around the sword almost as if it was involuntary.]

Yes they are. And they seem to like occupying our Architect.

[warriorscribe]

Indeed. Nearly every month since our break-in now.

*Was it indeed something they did down there that allowed this to happen? But if it was something or someone they'd accidentally enabled, would they have the presence of mind to skip Ruana like that?*

Whoever it is, either Ruana knows and keeps them from doing anything for her month, or they know when Ruana is in charge and deliberately avoid her. Or it is Ruana herself.

[silencetoreason]

[France eventually wanders over to Enoch. Aside from Prussia, he's more familiar with him than anyone on the floor, so he gravitates toward him almost without realizing it.]

How long do you suppose we have until something comes up here to torment us some more?

[There's a hint of black humor in his voice and the corners of his lips are quirked upward, but he doesn't seem very amused. The white bird on his shoulder lets out a low little chirp.]

[warriorscribe]

*This tower wears on everyone, it seems. Even France, who seemed so full of life before...

...then again, they were just rudely awoken.*

The explosions have never been quite like this...

staircase

[glassceiling]

I do not know.

[Assassin comes creeping up behind Enoch. Try as she might, she could not find Claudia.]

If you, who know so much about this Tower's secrets, know nothing about this, I doubt anyone but the administrators would.

Sorry I'm so slow.

[warriorscribe]

I don't think I know more than others...

*He gazes up at the sparking column.*

And if this is like the explosions before, even they don't know.

Re: Sorry I'm so slow.

[glassceiling]

[She frowns.]

...Then, how long do you think it will take Riki to fix it? Perhaps we should investigate it before he does so.

[warriorscribe]

There's no telling...

*But he does approach, carefully. He doesn't like the look of that sparking.*

France | 3-14 to the hallways

[silencetoreason]

[It's a miracle France shows up in the hallways at all. For the past few weeks, he's only been venturing out of his room for mealtimes, and even then, it's just because he's employed in the cafeteria. He certainly hasn't been greeting his third floor fellows with his usual pep.

He pokes his head out of his room first to ensure they're not in imminent danger, and when he sees the others milling about, he steps out. Arms wrapped around himself, huddled in a cloak and blanket, he creeps toward the staircase.]

What happened?

[His white bird is perched on his shoulder. It ruffles its feathers and gives a few worried little chirps, looking just as uncharacteristically timid as France himself.]

[kindofademon]

It sounded like something blew up, again. Which frankly is getting less and less interesting each time.

[Ryuunosuke is casual as ever, though he hasn't combed his hair yet today.]

Oh, but the staircase got damaged this time, looks like. That's new!

[silencetoreason]

[Ryuunosuke's not alone in the hair department, at least. France's blond curls are visibly tangled. It truly is a strange day when France doesn't take the time to fix his hair before coming out of his room, even in circumstances like these.

He takes a few more cautious steps forward. He cranes his neck to look at the staircase, then glances at Ryuunosuke out of the corner of his eye.]

Whoever is doing this should get a nice boot to the face. [His tone is pouty and sour, though there's a hint of actual venom in there, too.] It is so inconsiderate! Do they not know how troubling it is to be startled out of sleep by explosions all the time?

[kindofademon]

It's also really inconsiderate to kill us, and they don't mind doing that, so either they don't know or they don't care. Fifty-fifty either way.

[Ryuunosuke shrugs his shoulders and comes a little closer to the stairway.]

I wouldn't try touching that anytime soon.

03-17, Hallways

[no_longer_a_king]

[As soon as the explosion goes off, Arturia ushers Amy under the bed, and gets up to see what's going on. She had been unable to sleep and usually didn't get much anyway. The sword she's been using in place of Caliburn while it's unavailable to her is grabbed up and she heads into the hall to see what's going on.]

Is everyone all right?

[neverbeamemory]

[There is something about the way that the power is being unreliable that makes the emptiness of the 3rd Floor Dormitories seem, well, emptier.

Sephiroth sweeps the Hallways often enough, more often than not in the evenings usually - which just feels even more off with him doing this in the morning, fresh out of bed with only grey jogging pants on.

There is a lot to be said for the confidence that his almost-realized, complete power set brings with it. Confidence like the way he holds his sword folded up along the back of his arm; the difference in reality similar to a comfortable groove in a old boot.

He's stopped just at the end of the Hallway as Arturia heads out of her room. Regarding her for a moment before calling out an answer.]

It's not damaged out here, at least this time.