animus_network | First Specter; Text/Action

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I find it a little weird that I was supposedly saved from the apocalypse when the apocalypse already came and went several hours ago.
Little late to the party there, mysterious letter-writer.
But whatever.
Accidents happen, nobody is perfect, and by the way: you have horrible taste in accessories.
To be honest, I am slightly more concerned with the fact that I appear to be alive again.
So I am guessing that I was either lied to or some other, outside force interferred with the way things were supposed to go.
Because this place seems like a far cry from what I was promised.
Or perhaps this is

[Nope, changed his mind apparently, abrupt subject change is a-go!]

Dave, Rose, Jade, please let me know if you ended up here as well, hopefully the four of us together will be able to figure this shit out.
And if someone would be willing to give me a more in-depth low-down of this place, I would appreciate it.
The letter was informative and all but I think a first-hand account might be better in this case.
In addition, I seem to find myself in need of a blacksmith or anyone who deals with weapons repair.
Alternatively: the location of the nearest alchemiter.
It seems that our kind, anonmyous host decided to break my weapon and shove it into a trunk when they saved my life.
And I would really rather not be caught unarmed.

Oh, and one more thing.
If anyone happens to run across a larger-than-average, bipedal, yellow salamander, please let me know.
Losing functionality of my sylladex seems to have made me lose track of Cheryl again.

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[A short boy in a rather dark outfit can be found wandering around the dormitory levels. It seems that he doesn't want to stray too far and chance getting lost or losing terminal access in case somebody answers his questions. He's clearly looking for something, pausing at every nook and cranny and looking behind every terminal he passes. Fortunately, he refrains from trying to barge into anybody's room. The search for his ~~loving daughter~~ salamander hasn't gotten quite that desperate yet.]

[Won't it be sad when he finally realizes she isn't here?]

[Feel free to bother him, it's not like he has anything that's actually important to do right now.]

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I've been put through a "stress test", is what they called it. It was a labyrinth where we were expected to kill each other if we ran into each other. To make it worse, one day they flooded the whole area and another day they let monsters run rampant throughout the maze. In the end, only one person ended up surviving.

Another time, I was placed in a room with a group of people for a month. We were put through tests like endurance and cooperation, and each week got harder to stand then the last.

And recently, I was expected to solve dangerous puzzles in 5 days with three other people or they would have killed us.

[If Kidou was expecting some kind of shocked or disgusted reaction, he'll be a little disappointed. John barely seems phased or surprised by this.]

Wonderful. How often do they do these sort of cliche experiments? Is it a regular sort of thing or just random?

It's random, from what I can tell.

Hmmm. [He's quiet for a while, apparently thinking.]

Do you mind if I ask a somewhat more personal question?

[He shakes his head]

Go ahead.

You don't have to answer it if you don't want to, or a simple yes or no will suffice. But...have you ever done anything to deserve being brought to a murderhappy helltower? Before you got here and your home was supposedly destroyed, obviously.

[He crosses his arms and there's a pause before he answers]

That would depend on what can be considered bad enough to be sent to a murderhappy helltower.

I personally believe I have.. but compared to what others have done, you might not think I've even committed a crime.

Edited 2012-08-04 00:46 (UTC)

Mmm, right.

[He falls silent again, brow furrowed. That doesn't exactly disprove his prevailing theory that he's been sent here as punishment for killing all his friends. (which would explain why they aren't here as well, in his opinion) But it doesn't exactly prove it either.]

[Oops he kind of forgot about the fact that he's technically in the middle of a conversation here. Got a little too lost in his own thoughts and puzzle-piecing.]

[He studies John for a moment and hesitantly speaks up, not quite sure if he should break John's train of thought]

...there are a lot of completely innocent people who are here as well.

[He gives a slight start as he snaps back to reality. Oh, right...whoops. He knows how to conversation.]

Ah, sorry. I was just thinking. But I suppose that means that we weren't brought here to be punished, if there really are completely innocent people here.

[He nods] There are children here, even. Some who are as young as seven.

I don't think we've been brought here for punishment.

[That actually garners somewhat of a reaction out of John. The tiniest of eyebrow twitches and a small grimace. He may be pretty well desensitized to gore and terror and horrible things, but he still has a soft spot for kids. And bringing them to a place like this is decidedly Not Okay.]

[He may not be that old himself but...seven? really? Seven fucking years old?]

I find that both relieving and troubling.

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