towerofanimus | sup tower

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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?

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[Willow's coming down the corridor and sees him still in the white body suit, which can pretty much mean only that he's so new he hasn't even looked in his trunk yet. ... Unless he has some weird white body suit fetish, but she thinks that's too weird to think about when she hasn't even talked to the guy yet.]

Uh-- hey. [Jogging lightly up to him in her highly normal, if hippie-ish, clothes.] Did you just wake up? [She's such a good Samaritan, she can't stop herself from checking to make sure he's alright.]

[So here is the completely unflappable Raiden Stahler, making his way through this weird possible sanitarium/party establishment when hello who is that. Does he know you?

Erh. He does not.

Raiden's in the middle of reaching up to adjust his shades when he realizes ~whoops don't got those either~ and well this is just generally excellent in general. Nervous habit viciously denied gratification, ouch. Maybe if he just. Answers her questions, he can get past whatever weird part of Richard's shenanigans she's serving.]

'Sup. Pretty much.

[Oh, the stoic kind. Willow is unphased - heck, she dated the stoic kind for a while. She can deal.

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.

[Stoic like an anthill! Unassuming on the outside, crawling with frantic critters on the inside.]

...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.]

[Considering the stoic guy she dated was actually a werewolf, Willow sort of assumes it goes in the ant hill direction.]

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.]

[Unfortunately, this stoic's only inward monsters stay, well, inward, no matter how shiny and round the moon is.]

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.]

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.

[Terezi is wandering the halls when she catches a vaguely familiar scent, though one she can't place. So of course, she heads right on over, smirking when she realizes he's still in the bodysuit.]

Nice clothes!

[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.

Suzaku blinks at the boy who was still in the suit that everyone arrived in. That probably meant he was new since everyone tended to get at least one change of clothes in their trunk. "Do you require assistance?"

[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.

[Let's resolve this cliffhanger without having to wait a week - spoilers, tall horned and colorfully outfitted has caught the attention of the coolkid-once-removed.

He whistles. That's a heck of a Neophyte costume, he'll give them that. At this point in the wobbly timeline, he's not yet disproved of his 'really weird ARG' theory, so...]

Good job on the costume, I'll give you that. Did Teresa hand over her old outfit scribbles, or something?

Costume.

I believe you have mistaken me for someone else.

[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.

Sorry bro, someone as cool as you is impossible to not blip the derp crew's raidar.

"RAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~"

There is a speeding blue blur heading in your direction, roll initiative!

No he is far too cool to avoid it!!! Especially now that it is a chorus of "RAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~!" joined by an excited female voice.

Sorry Raiden your initiative feat will not save you now because you are now being tackled joyously by spazzy blue and green things.

Raiden stops in his tracks a little while before the dual blurs appear, ears oddly ringing. That high pitched noise... is that tinnitus? A mosquito buzzing by him?

What could it possibly -- oh sweet merciful christ on a cracker

He didn't stand a chance.

[The Raiden Show is always best in full DVD sets, with a tall glass of apple juice and a reckless disregard for everything else there is to do.

Ain't nobody else in this hallway, Neophyte. Just you and one cheeky young adult human who apparently thinks you're only DRESSED as yourself.]

Naw, I got this. You're the Neophyte. Or you're just the shortest person Bro could scare up for Terezi, in which case damn, the man is slipping.

Grapple check passed! Attack succeeded! Raiden lost -20 HP!

Raiden was...also...still in the condom suit, which ensured that there wouldn't be a lot of dogpiling, from Ammy anyway. Oh god that'd be so awkward!!!!!

"Rai, we found you, you're here, where have you been, I was worried, have you seen Briar?!"

What is breathing.

Awkward be damned, Echidna was going to dogpile. This was probably not much different than normal day occurrences though. Screw the police!!!

"You are OK right also did you bring Skyrim?!"

....What? Ammy had already asked the more important questions.

Minus 20, Ammy? Really? What dark tomes did Echidna convince you to consort with that you could hit him that hard, and more importantly, what loopholes are there that he can use to rules lawyer that into a minus 0?

..ah, nevermind, the deed is done, and now he's resorted to nearly knocking everyone over when you both start tackling, and in Echidna's case dogpiling him. Balance of a cat on a hot tin roof, that Stahler.

"Haven't seen hide nor glorious full beard of Briar since waking up here in Case del Kidnapping, not that I've been kicking around here long."

...the Skyrim question takes a beat to answer.

"Bro was gonna go do the whole camping out stores thing for it."

He's got a feat vs. love interests, duh. It's called You Hurt The Ones You Love. ~~you can thank kyle for that one too~~

"Baw, he's not here? How can we quad it up without Briar?" Ammy huffed, even as he reconsidered. "I guess Dick can't overpower Bri's sheer manly manliness. Or, they don't let you take cats in to slavery with you and Bri broke out with sheer dwarf-like might. None could stand between him and his kittles!!!" Man, some days Ammy wanted to make a comic about Bri's badassity.

"So, how are you enjoying your captivity?" Am made a point of mock-covering his eyes, pointing at Rai's suit. "And please put your normal clothes on, you'll scare the children."

[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.]

Echidna also might have told him about a bunch of Werewolf and Geist merits.

"But it is way past the 15th! It must be out already!!" She is now pouting considerably. Not just at lack of Skyrim though, thankfully. "Hmph, I miss Briar and his glorious full beard!" That was kind of halfjoking, so at least she was trying to be optimistic.

"Heehee, maybe scaring children is a hereditary trait!" She added with a giggle. "Please tell Ammy that we are not in slavery so that I can get my five-slave currency!"

You seem to be confused. Terezi and I don't bear that much resemblance to each other.

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had to retype this shit so many times

that just means it's now the best it can be

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it is beautiful and nothing hurts

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