towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Mindfang, open to all
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting with action will follow with whatever's picked
Summary: Mindfang wakes up and flips some shit
Warnings: Shit being flipped. Violence. Will be edited if need be.

Dorm 1-15

[Even as she stirs, sleep paralysis clinging to her Mindfang doesn't freak. She doesn't allow herself to, doing that will only bring satisfaction to her captors, she's sure of it. Instead she waits, reaching out with her mind while she tests her body, waiting for it's response. And even when she does feel her muscles twitch and she finds herself able to sit up she doesn't rush, movements lazy as if she has not a fear in the world. The collar around her throat? An innconvience yes, but she knows she'll get it off with ease.

That doesn't mean she'll take this lying down though. If either of her room-mates are in the room as she wakes they'll find themselves grabbed by a rather tall troll, one eye a brilliant red, one arm completely robotic and her stare fierce even as her tone stays calm and controlled]

Where am I? Explain, now.

Throughout the tower

[Having changed out of that skintight white suit into one of her changes of clothes Mindfang swaggers her way through the tower, her seeing eye focused and all her senses on alert. She won't let anyone surprise her, and if they even try... well, she'll enjoy a good fight, and she's more than prepared, with a thin sword strapped to her side and her dice on her person.

Scratches of blue line her throat where nails have broken through her skin in her attempts to pull her collar off, a fight she only gave up because of her need to find out more about this place. She'll best the thing, and once she does, she'll find those that put it on her and tear them apart. The audacity, thinking they could collar the great Marquise as if she was nothing but a lowblood slave.

She'll show them. Once she finds them]

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[Her descendant is cool and wants to be like her aaaa- well of course she does, who wouldn't]

Of course. But if it's so long, perhaps we should find a place to sit.

[She thinks for a moment before nodding. She has something she wants to show her anyway.]

We can go to the forest.

Does the forest surround this place, or did they somehow manage to make one grow inside?

[Shifts anyway, ready to follow]

The tower doesn't have any exits! Or, it does, but they're unconventional and if you try to leave through them, you die.

[She shrugs, turning around to start walking.]

One of the floors is just a forest as far as the eyes can see!

Guarded or simply destructive? ... and destructive how, I suppose?

[Keeps pace easily, making sure to note her surroundings for anything interesting]

There would still be and end somewhere, spiderling. There always is.

Some are guarded, I think, and others are destructive. Like if you try to leave out a window, you'll die before you hit the ground. And then you wake back up in the tower.

[She leads them easily down to the forest floor, and she knows the path to where's she's going like the back of her hand.]

I haven't found and end yet, and I've travelled pretty far! I think there's some sort of spacial stuff going on, since the floors really can't be this big judging by the size of the respite floors.