http://herpderphero.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] herpderphero.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-11-22 02:38 pm

001

Characters: Ammy and EVERYONE EVER!!!!!1!!!
Setting: 1-14, then Floor 18.
Format: I will follow your posting style anywhere, bby. ;o
Summary: Myopic, diabetic nerd assuming he's being sold as a sex slave. He's a genius.
Warnings: AU awkward warnings for all hamsteaks. Also warnings for: Ammy being dumb, Ammy jumping to awkwardly troubling conclusions, and Ammy discussing human trafficking.

The last Amadeus could remember, he'd been staying over at Raiden's house, too tense to sleep but too tired to not fall there eventually. He usually didn't stay over, in part because Dick was a creep and had once made a joke that he might "disappear" some day.

Well, waking up in a bodysuit, in a white room sure made Dick seem prophetic.

Ammy spent a good several minutes freaking the hell out, looking under the beds and pulling at the collar on his neck. If this was some stupid punking attempt by the older Stahler, then Ammy was going to call the cops so hard. However, after discovering the trunk and changing in to his clothes (why did he only have one teeshirt? where the hell were his socks?!), it was sort of obvious even a sociopath like Richard Stahler couldn't have pulled this off. Or at the very least, if he had he wouldn't have given the eighteen year old his stuffed rabbit as a comfort object.

This clearly meant the douche had sold Ammy in to slavery.

~~~

Ammy had booked it from the room all the way down the stairs, rushing in some futile hope that if he wasn't spotted, he could evade his captors like some sort of blue-clad ninja. Armed only with his awesome backpack and a dream, Amadeus Ethelbert would prove everyone wrong and evade being sold as some boytoy!!!

However, despite all his rushing and adrenalin...he got tired around the eighteenth floor, and had to lean on a desk to catch his breath. This was not the time to remember how out of shape he was.

[identity profile] craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Vriska squinted at him, scrutinizing his features before some realization dawned on her. But she didn't let her surprise show for longer than a moment. She frowned, eying him critically. She could only guess this was another doomed offshoot timeline from the alpha. How many were there anyway?

She might as well confirm it's him, though surely she couldn't be mistaken. It wasn't like she'd paid attention to him for his whole session or anything.

"Egbert??"

[identity profile] craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Vriska had no clue what he was babbling about, and her face showed it as she listened. Who were these people he was talking about even? She didn't know, and if she was honest she didn't really care either. Had he just said he wasn't John? He... played him? What.

"Back up, Egbert, or whoever you are since you're apparently not him. Did I ask for the story of your doomed timeline? The answer is no, by the way! But just so were clear, you're looking at the great Vriska Serket in the flesh. Whoever this Victor guy is, he has nothing to do with me, got it?"

[identity profile] craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com 2011-11-29 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Ethelbert? What kind of dumb last name is that? It's even worse than your other one!"

Vriska tried not to crack too much of a smile, because she had a reputation to uphold here with this guy telling her she's just some character in a game! Well, she had been in a game, but no one was controlling her! Except maybe that disembodied voice she'd felt compelled to follow sometimes. Damn it, she was getting sidetracked.

Her eyes narrowed, and she tugged her hood off and flicked her hair back.

"Okay, Ethelbert, you're obviously still not listening - which isn't really new so I guess you're not that different from John. I am not a character from your stupid game for girls. Do I need to you to repeat after me until you get it or something? Because forget that, I don't have time for it."
Edited 2011-11-29 00:43 (UTC)

[identity profile] craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com 2011-12-01 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, that was the last straw. Her pokerface couldn't last at that nickname and her lips twisted into a grin.

"Karkles? Ahahahahahahahaha, Vantas would flip his shit if he heard you call him that. Which means you totally should and do it while I'm in earshot. Especially if it's the cerulean Vantas running around here." On second thought... "You better not have any shitty nicknames like that for me."

He wasn't John, true, but she felt herself falling back into the comfort she felt when talking to him. She didn't trust herself to spill her guts to this guy, especially not about the horrible things she'd recently been up to in the tower, but there was still that friendliness there that she felt like she could rely on. Like maybe he wouldn't judge her if he did know some day. Though she was determined not to tell.

[identity profile] craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Endearing was the first word to come to mind, but she quickly discarded it. There was no need for that kind of word in her vocabulary, especially not about John or Amadeus or anyone really. It was much too human of a word for her liking. Much too... nice.

"He's from a doomed timeline. Long story short, this tower brought in a bunch of doomed timelines along with our alpha timeline. So there's a bunch of trolls running around with different blood colors from the alpha timeline."

Her grin widened, and she practically preened at the comment. "Of course it's cool! Not just everyone gets the time and attention of Vriska Serket."

[identity profile] craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com 2011-12-08 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm pretty sure it was Vantas' fault for fucking up the ectobiology part of the game. But whatever, that's not really important." Vriska had had enough of the blood swapping and apparent alternate timelines to hers. She was tired of talking about them, and tired of explaining them. When his other statement started, she knew how it was going to end.

Terezi had told her that she'd stopped her, that she'd killed her. Her eyes narrowed, she would not have another person believing that she died. Any timeline where she was dead had to have been doomed, unless she died a heroic death against Jack. "Whatever you heard was wrong! If you were about to say I died, then you're definitely misinformed! No one killed me."