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At least the food's free
Characters: Ling and everybody ever that existed.
Setting: Room 1-18, the Cafeteria, and anywhere in between.
Format: Starting prose 'cause my existence is tl;dr, but whatever you want!
Summary: Ling wakes up and is smart enough to not freak out and starts exploring. Except he's not smart enough to not be unconcious.
Warnings: Possibly massive intakes of food in the Cafeteria.
Sleep paralysis didn't sem to be a big deal for Ling, and actually he had opted to just keep on sleeping while he had some peace of mind so it didn't bother him-- wait.
Peace of mind?
It was at that thought that Ling sprang up on his bed in bewilderment; where was Greed? He could tell the Homunculus was still there (though he did check the tattoo on his hand to be extra sure), but he seemed awfully quiet. Was he still upset over kiling his friend? Perhaps he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
He had changed out of that weird suit and into the black outfit that Greed was fond of, giving the letters a quick read over. Destroyed? It was true that another unsettling thing had come to mind-- he could feel the Qi from people, but this place.... it was different in an eerie way that made it almost as weird as the place those Homonculus had been, though different.
No, that was possibly more unsettling than Greed being quiet. Throwing on his trench coat, Ling grabbed his sword from the trunk and left the room. It was time to investigate, which meant going through each floor of the Tower as he progressively went farther and farther down the staircase from the dormitories.
In fact, he had gotten all the way to the first floor cafeteria and was doing pretty well. Until he realized he hadn't eaten in-- he actually did know how long was the scary part! Plus he was still tired from Greed's fallout with Wrath. Really tired. More than he remembered actually!
A growl of his stomach later and he was passed out on the cafeteria floor. In retrospect, maybe he should've gotten food first.
(OOC: Feel free to bug him on any floor between the dorms and the cafeteria, if you so please, just let me know where you are! Roommates are welcome to bug him in his room too~)
Setting: Room 1-18, the Cafeteria, and anywhere in between.
Format: Starting prose 'cause my existence is tl;dr, but whatever you want!
Summary: Ling wakes up and is smart enough to not freak out and starts exploring. Except he's not smart enough to not be unconcious.
Warnings: Possibly massive intakes of food in the Cafeteria.
Sleep paralysis didn't sem to be a big deal for Ling, and actually he had opted to just keep on sleeping while he had some peace of mind so it didn't bother him-- wait.
Peace of mind?
It was at that thought that Ling sprang up on his bed in bewilderment; where was Greed? He could tell the Homunculus was still there (though he did check the tattoo on his hand to be extra sure), but he seemed awfully quiet. Was he still upset over kiling his friend? Perhaps he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
He had changed out of that weird suit and into the black outfit that Greed was fond of, giving the letters a quick read over. Destroyed? It was true that another unsettling thing had come to mind-- he could feel the Qi from people, but this place.... it was different in an eerie way that made it almost as weird as the place those Homonculus had been, though different.
No, that was possibly more unsettling than Greed being quiet. Throwing on his trench coat, Ling grabbed his sword from the trunk and left the room. It was time to investigate, which meant going through each floor of the Tower as he progressively went farther and farther down the staircase from the dormitories.
In fact, he had gotten all the way to the first floor cafeteria and was doing pretty well. Until he realized he hadn't eaten in-- he actually did know how long was the scary part! Plus he was still tired from Greed's fallout with Wrath. Really tired. More than he remembered actually!
A growl of his stomach later and he was passed out on the cafeteria floor. In retrospect, maybe he should've gotten food first.
(OOC: Feel free to bug him on any floor between the dorms and the cafeteria, if you so please, just let me know where you are! Roommates are welcome to bug him in his room too~)
Cafeteria
Truthfully, he hadn't been paying much attention to the other man... that was, until he had collapsed in a dead faint on the floor. Cain's eyes widened in surprise, and he was quickly hurrying over to crouch over him.
"Sir? Can you hear me?"
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"Aaah... so hungry....!" Which you could probably interpret as a yes.
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"Just rest for a moment, I'll fetch you something."
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He lazily allowed himself to be assisted into a chair, and then slumped over onto the table in front of him. Welp.
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"Here, just take it easy."
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He was finally able to get out an expression of gratitude in between bites. "Aah, thank you so much! To think I would find such a kind stranger in a place like this!"
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"It's nothing, really. I couldn't let you collapse like that and do nothing."
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"I can't thank you enough, really!"
You're lucky no one has to pay for this stuff here or else your debt would be getting really high."Oh, if you don't mind me asking, who are you?"
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"Cain Knightlord, it's a pleasure to meet you."
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"Mm, how long have you been here, if you don't mind me asking?"
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It still seems strange to think that they had been imprisoned so long, let alone the ramifications for what that could mean for their world.
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He has utter faith in his abilities to find a pattern and eventually outwit the people keeping them here, it was all just a matter of patience.
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Seems Ling was a bit lost in thought now.
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People were always so impatient, looking at the here and now instead of the big picture. What did it matter if it took a few months in the grand scheme of things?
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"I need to get out of here as soon as possible, though."
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Working on, but not yet succeeded. Still, Cain had perfect confidence that he would be able to solve this given enough time.