towerofanimus | ♉pen

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Around!
Format: Action to start, but I’ll follow
Summary: Somebody's po’d about suddenly being not at home!
Warnings: None at the moment

[He’ll only stay in this room as long as he’s forced here, he resolves. Being caught so completely, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, is neither pleasant nor comforting. In fact, if he allowed himself these thoughts anyway, it rather terrifies him. Nothing like being dropped into an unfamiliar and likely dangerous situation with a body that won’t move. His mind reels as he waits: Gotta be a highblood plot, right? But how would they have found him… hmm. And what about his cavalreapers? Everything feels off-kilter and strange, and the very moment he can, he slips across the communal respiteblock floor, wings half opened, and tries the door]

[AND LATER he’s moving carefully through each floor, suspicious and irritated. His head is held at an odd angle as he explores, lowered slightly so he’s forced to peer up through his brows to see, but his horns carve a sharp, dangerous arc through the air, settled at just about goring level. It’s not really the best threat, but he’s made them work for him in the past when he’s been desperate. And hey, if this isn’t a desperate situation here, without his soldiers or his beasts or his weapons, then he doesn’t know what is! So yeah... watch out, guys… This troll fit to snap at the first thing that looks at him wrong…]

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[Oh lord it's another pink alien where are they all coming from. He's still tense, though maybe less so then when he started, and he watches her rather warily...]

I uh... am, yes. I'm on my way out. [He's still hoping. It's looking less and less like it'll be a simple escape though...]

[ hush you she's not pink, she's brown. She holds her hands up, palms facing forward, showing him that he has nothing to fear unless he attacks her first. ]

Ah, I'm sorry to say this but, once you're in here, there's no way out. Not even through death.

[lsdf goodness the mun should actually think before typing words next time, of course she's brownlksjdflkj]

[BUT SHE... now has his attention! The palms out thing is at least mildly reassuring, but he still has his guard up. Not gonna be caught off guard if it turns out she's misrepresenting herself, thank you very much]

What does that mean... [Not even through death? Wat...]

[ ffffft XDD;;

She keeps her distance and her hands up, still smiling gently. ]

It means, that even if you die of whatever means, be it falling out of the tower, or even not adhering to their rules, the tower and its caretakers will bring you back from the dead.

[..........WOW OKAY THAT WOULD'VE BEEN A NICE THING TO KNOW THAT NO ONE HAS TOLD HIM YET. Frowns! Because he is not sure he can believe that really. But hey, at least he isn't focused on being wary now???]

Have you... Is that a thing that's happened to you?

I've seen it happening, and I've almost experienced it, once. It is not a very pleasant experience, mind you.

[lksjdf chuckles, because... welp what else can you do when presented with a morbid statement like that]

I imagine not. How uh... How do they come back? If that's a thing that you know...

I don't know how they come back... they just do, or they don't.

[Well that's... kind of depressing!]

They only come back sometimes?

It depends on how kind the tower staff are... Sometimes they bring you back, sometimes they don't.

Is there a pattern to it? Who they let live and who they don't?

There seems to be no pattern. People just arrive and die...

Hmm... So everyone who comes here is stuck... forever...? At least as far as you know?

Sí, that's the idea, I believe.

[...blinks]

Sí...? [Haha what are other languages in an imperialist dictatorship]

Oh, it means 'yes'.

[...squints]

Why didn't you just say 'yes' then? [goodness, rude Summoner]

[ She looks a little affronted at his words. ]

I'm sorry, my first language isn't exactly English, if you must understand.

[lkjsdf misses it entirely. These seem like legitimate questions to him!]

What is it then?

Spanish. The language of my people.

[...huh]

And uh... who are your people...?

The Spaniards, of course.

Oh. Of course. [Little smirk]

From the planet of uh... Spaniardania.

Of course not, silly. I'm from Earth. Spain is just a place on Earth. There's no planet of Spaniardania.

[...ljsdf wait]

You don't all speak the same language...? [HOW...]

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