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towerofanimus2011-11-29 04:05 am
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sup tower
Characters: Raiden Stahler, god of dice and thunder!! and you too i guess
Setting: dorms and halls n shit
Format: ;D whatever you want bb
Summary: latex outfits kind of suck
Warnings: extreme levels of cool!?! no
Those ceiling tiles are definitely not the right shade of water damaged to be his room. When Raiden's able to move again (geez what, he hasn't gotten sleep paralysis in ages) he rolls off the bed in a mess of covers, and spends a moment wondering what that noise was until he realized that was him that squeaked. Or, more specifically, it was what he was wearing.
So the situation was thus: He was in a strange bed, in a strange place, wearing stranger clothes.
...is it his birthday? Some sort of holiday? Some other arbitrarily important date? This is sort of like how they celebrated his fourteenth birthday, though with less strobe lighting.
In the spirit of figuring out what the weird alternate reality game of the day is, Raiden strides forward into the tower, with the express purpose of finding Richard and throttling his clothes back from him. Unintentional irony is the Stahler way, you see.
...the hell is this thing on his neck?
Setting: dorms and halls n shit
Format: ;D whatever you want bb
Summary: latex outfits kind of suck
Warnings: extreme levels of cool!?! no
Those ceiling tiles are definitely not the right shade of water damaged to be his room. When Raiden's able to move again (geez what, he hasn't gotten sleep paralysis in ages) he rolls off the bed in a mess of covers, and spends a moment wondering what that noise was until he realized that was him that squeaked. Or, more specifically, it was what he was wearing.
So the situation was thus: He was in a strange bed, in a strange place, wearing stranger clothes.
...is it his birthday? Some sort of holiday? Some other arbitrarily important date? This is sort of like how they celebrated his fourteenth birthday, though with less strobe lighting.
In the spirit of figuring out what the weird alternate reality game of the day is, Raiden strides forward into the tower, with the express purpose of finding Richard and throttling his clothes back from him. Unintentional irony is the Stahler way, you see.
...the hell is this thing on his neck?
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She sees his half-completed gesture and recognizes it from seeing Giles do it all the time.] Did you miss the trunk in your room? It should have some of your stuff in it, and a couple letters. Otherwise it's all pretty... well, it's still confusing, but it's at least confusing in something other than an outfit rejected from Tron.
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...oh. Sounds exactly like that'd be the missing piece to all this Jigsaw bullshit.
[Good job, Stahler. He completely missed the creepy introduction note that led to all his cool swag that was confiscated.
It's a little sad that there are designated hint helpers for. Whatever this is. He is, however, a little disappointed that Willow's not wearing a giant yellow exclamation mark of some kind. You know, for authenticity.]
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Yeah. If you want the Cliff Notes, it can be summed up as... [She takes half a second to gather her thoughts before rattling off,] We all got kidnapped to a crazy extradimensional tower with monsters waiting to kill us because our former worlds were destroyed. Except I don't believe that part. Oh, and eat the oatmeal.
[She doesn't expect he'll actually believe her, but Willow's discovered from long years on the Hellmouth that the forthright-and-forthwith approach tends to get itself over with the quickest. Breaking new people into the reality of the supernatural was a fact of her life.]
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Monsters, cool, motley collection of assorted plucky individuals, cool, tragic backstories for everyone, cool.
Gotta say the oatmeal's the weirdest part. Sounds like a hell of a LARP, though. Buy out a few floors of a building and bam! There you go, Spooky Jamjar Adventure.
Wow, do I hate this stupid live action shit.
[The novelty of just how far the rabbit hole of stupid goes is doing wonders for his talkativeness.]
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[She brings a hand up and trails her fingers through the air, red and silver glowing sparks falling from them out of nothing. They fade out of existence silently before hitting the ground.] That's magic, this is real, and it ain't no Comic Con.
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...Yeah, no, the cutesy lightshow actually does do the trick of convincing him. His eyebrows have cleared the normal shades-hiding-level, even if that's moot considering his current lack of shades.]
..huh. Color me surprised.
[Wait, what if she takes that as an invitation.]
Or don't, actually.
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... Joking, by the way. [She should probably try to stop making jokes about doing spells on people that don't understand that she's a harmless fluffy puppy most of the time.] I'm Willow.
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There's more important things to worry about, like how he's having a conversation with a total stranger that isn't under purview of one of Dick's ridiculous schemes.]
..Willow. 'Kay.
[There's a beat, before he realizes this is the part of the conversation where he's supposed to sling back a name at high chatting velocity.]
I'd be Stahler. Raiden Stahler.
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Besides, more important things are afoot.] Do you want to go back to your room and get all your stuff together? And, uh, change. I can show you around afterward. I only got here yesterday, but there was some major, Jack Kerouac levels of exploring, so I think I'm set to play tour guide.
You know. If you want. [Since she really has no idea if he actually wants to be talking to her, based on his responses... and she's always sensitive to being wanted.]