first wing

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

Okay, McMillan, either your tastes have somehow thrown themselves out the window since I last saw you, or this is definitely the wrong place.

[Hey Accordians. If you're on the first floor of this tower you probably will automatically notice the very tall and thin man in a purple suit and sunglasses gazing at his surroundings with a raised eyebrow and a frown.]

Honestly, when I see that man I'm going to give him a word. I'm not sure he would want people to die by lack of decorum every time he has a guest...honestly, I wake up and the place is like this? What is this, a joke?

[He scoffs, and moves to the nearest window, looking out.] Hold on a second...this isn't the city. What the hell? Where have I been brought to? I specifically arranged for him to bring me to the tower on the edge of the city, what is this? ...Have I been sabotaged?

[Don't mind him, he'll just be angrily glancing around, trying to figure out what's going on. Clearly, he needs to be bothered.]

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[deadwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[ EXCELLENT then adel is your man 8) he'll be carrying a stack of books with a sickly-looking blond boy at his side kind of...stopping when he sees this guy sort of doing his angry thing ]

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

[He turns and then just...stops at the sight of the boy, giving him a slightly confused look.]

Oh. Hello.

...nobody told me there were any humans around here.

[deadwhisperer.livejournal.com]

....Is that strange?

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, his tone deadpan.] Well, considering most of you are going around tearing people apart for a chance at immortality, I thought I'd be brought to a place without that kind of ruckus present.

Guess you can't escape it. You people are all over the place. Like rabbits.

[deadwhisperer.livejournal.com]

--Wait, immortality???

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

...

Have you been living under a rock this whole time? It's all over the news!

[deadwhisperer.livejournal.com]

Wh-what?!

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, looking as if he can't believe what he is hearing.]

I have no idea whether this means you are the stupidest person alive or somehow managed to avoid several months of riots, newscasts, and various sermons on the nature of the Butterflies. Honestly, everyone and their great-great-grandfather knows about it.

[fetterbound.livejournal.com]

Butterflies?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[he is indeed on the first floor, and he wanders toward the sound of a voice when he catches it. When he finds the man, he just stands and watches for a minute, waiting for what seems like a proper moment to interrupt]

...Do you talk to yourself often?

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't turn yet and just lets out a scoff at that.] Only when I think that there's something worth enough to talk about.

[And he turns, straightening, eyes narrowing as he looks over the new person.]

...Who are you?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Are you looking for my name, or do you mean to ask how I am related to this place? [--since this man was obviously new]

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

The latter, but any information you would give me would be nice.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Oh, well then.

You are in a tower that is most likely impossibly far from... wherever it is that you have just come from, everyone here is granted with a door and a book with their name on it, and no one here seems to know quite why-- myself included.

And you may call me Tek.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

[He listens to all of that and then shakes his head. What is he hearing.]

Wait, wait, wait. You're basically saying that I've been taken to the middle of nowhere and that I have a room all to myself with my name on it? I'm sorry, but mind me telling how this occurred? Because poofing into a someplace like this isn't just impossible, but insane.

Tek, huh? With those eyes, I wouldn't say you were human...

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

I'll let you know when I figure that part out, myself.

[he's just smiling. it really does make him feel better to be able to confuse someone as badly as he'd been confused upon arriving here]

Mmm, you're observant at least--that's a useful skill to have, here. Most don't bother to notice.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

Same situation as I am? Great.

[He folds his arms, letting out a huff.]

Yes, well, when you're not human yourself and you need to quickly identify whether someone is an ally or an enemy, it helps to have that. Saves you from being killed and all.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

[Chilling on a couch nearby with a dentabone, Dog feels like being helpful!]

The city is across the way. You're in a tower right now.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

...

[He turns around, looking for the voice, and sees nothing but a little dog on a couch.]

Who said that?

[And he'll just be staring at Dog now.]

Surely it couldn't be...

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

[noms on his bone leisurely before bothering to reply again.]

Don't look so surprised. A talking dog is hardly that strange.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

[sdfghjj he'll just jump back a little, blue eyes widening in shock.]

M-maybe not to you! How...what in the...am I on drugs?

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

I don't know, are you? [:D]

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. I can see everything pretty clearly...though McMillan might have slipped me something, the little weasel.

[umbrare.livejournal.com]

He doesn't sound very amiable.

[but-heflied.livejournal.com]

When you fear for your life, you have to rely on the most unsavory allies, unfortunately.