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towerofanimus2011-11-22 02:38 pm
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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.
Setting: 1-14, then Floor 18.
Format: I will follow you
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.
SCREW INSULIN LETS EAT TONS OF LAFFY TAFFY
'Cos if he has anything to do with this, I am...I am just, done with him! [Hmph.]
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... No one has "set me up" to anything. I would hardly participate in something that would risk the lives of innocent people.
[ But at this, he allows the topic to drop. ]
That aside, this place is not a joke or a prank or anything of the sort. I don't know the person you're referring to, but if you treat this place lightly, you're likely to be killed by the creatures that inhabit it. I know it might seem ridiculous, but I'm not kidding.
[ What does he have to do to convince this boy? His thoughts wander to the Evoker stashed away under his clothing; surely, if it came to it, summoning would be well enough to convince him? ]
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[Okay yeah Ammy will let that topic drop he does not even want to think about that!]
So...this isn't some weird live roleplay, or slavery, or prank? This is for real? Like, actual kidnapping like really really?
[From how he's biting at his lips, yeah you may have put the fear in him by how seriously you were treating this.]
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... It isn't slavery unless you get assigned a job by the the people running this Tower.
[ Anyway. ]
Just... try to be careful of the floors here, some of them are more dangerous than others. Phantoms tend to appear during night on them. My name is Minato, by the way. We're in the same room.
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Phantoms? Meaning, ghosts, not opera singers...? [Ammy released his lip only after lisping through that statement.]
Oh! Oh, I... [Awk. He'd run out on his room mate.] ...uh, sorry, you musta seen me book it, huh? Um, I'm Amadeus. I...it's nice to meet you? Even with the, uh. Circumstance.
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... No, not opera singers.
[ Welp. It's okay, Ammy. Kayneshrug, bro. He's chill with it. You know, real chill, not the fake-trying-to-be-chill!chill, the real deal. Minato's posture returns to a semi-normal slouch as he is sure the other will be alright. ]
For what it's worth, there are ways this place isn't so bad. I asked them to put in a media floor, and they actually listened.
[ It's made the place MUCH more bearable, believe him. ]
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Media floor? Sweet! [Ammy threw his arms up, perking instantly at that thought.] Do they have the internet? I mean, I doubt niconico is still up, but...well, I gotta hope!
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We don't have internet access here because this is another world, but we can use the terminals on the local Network.