sup tower

[saintclockblock.livejournal.com]

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?

Comments

[guiltapalooza]

Live action--? [He thinks it's a big game?] Yeah, no. Let me just speed this whole process up a bit.

[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.

[saintclockblock.livejournal.com]

[Play it cool, Stahler. Your BFF is a magic tricks enthusiast, you've seen shit fifty times cooler than a sparkler show minus sparklers.

...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.

[guiltapalooza]

[Definitely a lot like Oz, this guy. At least at first glance. Willow shoots him an amused look.] It's okay, I'm a good witch. People only get turned blue if they make me very angry and take the last chocolate chip cookie.

... 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.

[saintclockblock.livejournal.com]

[He's not quite sure how to brain actually being in a spooky jamjar filled with witches and monsters. It just sounds like one of his older brother's less imaginative RPG plots, but for now Raiden will just shove that into the 'contemplate later' folder.

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.

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow's nerdy but not that kind of nerdy, so his name only gets a faint ping as 'Japanese?' before she dismisses it. Given her best friends are named Buffy and Xander, she's not about to balk.

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.]