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[immortalia]

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[ Waking up in strange places? Okay, fine, Sertoria can handle it. However, she can't help but feel as if something is amiss once she awakes in a bed not her own. Idly, she wonders if she's been recaptured by her creators, but if that was the case, she'd be in chains and restrained.

How very odd... Well, when she dresses in a simple white tunic, she checks to see if her metal bracelet and necklace are on before setting forth in the hallways.

It was time to investigate. ]

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[ Here she was, sat down with a bowl of oatmeal and is...not touching it, oddly. She sees you in the cafeteria and gets up with the bowl in her hands. ]

I... really do not require sustenance. This food would be wasted otherwise. Would you like this instead?

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[ During the nighttime, Sertoria can be found wandering the hallways and occasionally one can catch glimpses of light coming from her whenever she's faced with a monster. She found out during her first encounter that reasoning and talking with them wouldn't work, so she had to rely on her old ways again.

Sigh. She really abhorred killing...

At least those metal accessories are still around her neck and wrist. ]

...How many more are there around here?

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[a_scarred_heart]

Lots. [The answer is short, and comes from a young man with a giant key (lost memory) held in a backwards grip. He's also wearing snow-glasses.

At night.]

[immortalia]

I feel like I should not be surprised. [ Sertoria takes note of the giant key - a sword, perhaps? - and the glasses, tapping her cheek idly. ]

Introductions should wait until we have cleared the floor, yes?

[a_scarred_heart]

Yea. [Ventus nods and turns his attention to the rest of the monsters before readying his blade.] Can you fight?

[You'll have to forgive him if he's business like. He's like this will anyone new.]

[immortalia]

Clearly.

[ Like that, a plasma blade protrudes out of Sertoria's arm and into her hand in a matter of minutes. ]

If you are fighting with a blade, then so will I. Let me know if you should need assistance of any kind.

[ She jumps into battle, slicing through the monsters when she can. ]

[a_scarred_heart]

[There is only a brief startle at the blade protruding from her arm. Mind detached curiosity, nothing more. He can't afford anything else while in battle. For all his time away from the darkness, skills and instinct honed in battle remain strong.] Understood.

[Ventus doesn't think much more, just darts into battle. His style is a mix of power and speed. It's effective but there's still a lot of holes and gaps in it.

Ventus doesn't seem to notice - or care.]

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[birdinthehand]

[The man with the red hand and the ice cream bar hadn't been paying anyone any mind. When he's addressed? And offered oatmeal? He looks offended. Then disgusted.]

No. One bowl of that was enough.

[Out shoots his hand, and he roughly shoves the bowl away.]

[immortalia]

[ Luckily, she's not as volatile as she was in the past, so she simply puts the bowl down and bows her head. ]

My apologies. I just did not wish to see the food go to waste.

[birdinthehand]

[He rolls his eyes and breaks a bite off of his ice cream bar, making a big visual show about how little he thought of her opinion. There's a little muffled sound as he rushes to swallow that mouthful, then he speaks again.]

They never run out of oatmeal. You're not wasting it.

[immortalia]

[ Well, isn't he charming? Simply, Sertoria stands upright and gives a nod. The show doesn't seem to faze her by much. ]

Very well. I feel like I should explain that I am new to this tower, and therefore do not know everything there is to know.

[birdinthehand]

[He just oozes charm and wit from every pore, yes, yes...]

Now you know. I haven't been here long, either. But I've paid attention to the things around me.

[immortalia]

[ Watch yourself, Ankh. ]

Mm, a very valuable skill in which to have. And, I suppose that should I wish to obtain the information you have so far, it will cost me, correct?

[birdinthehand]

If you're not smart enough to learn it for yourself...

[He smirks. He bites off a bit more from his ice cream bar. There's not much left clinging to the stick at this point.]

Get me another one of these.

[immortalia]

I was testing you.

[ But, right, right - Joshua's teachings were law yadda yadda. She goes to get him two more ice cream bars and hands them over. ]

[birdinthehand]

[By the time she gets back, he has managed to completely devour the rest of that ice cream bar. He seems surprised that she returned, and doubly surprised that she brought two. This was his lucky day, wasn't it?

He snatches both, then immediately peels the wrapper off of one.]

Almost every level of this tower has something in it that wants to kill you. If you can't fight, don't go exploring alone. You'll die.

[He takes a little nip at the new bar, finds it still too hard to make any progress on, and settles for sucking on it a moment before he continues.]

...For some reason, no one stays dead. So I suppose you can be as stupid as you want.

[immortalia]

[ Sertoria knows how to fight - it's part of the program she was designed with. However, the thing was that she didn't want to fight. She thought that talking things out was more productive than just raising your fists.

An eye for an eye and the world goes blind. ]

Is there someone that has revival powers or something akin to it to make it possible?

[birdinthehand]

[He gives a snort.]

Apparently there is.

[But there's no elaboration on that point. Because he doesn't know the answer, but he'll be damned if he'll ever admit to not knowing something.]

You'll want to learn to use the network. You'll want to watch it. This tower's technology is... primitive, but useful.

[immortalia]

[ She gives him a nod, noting that down somewhere in her mind. ]

I should have familiarity with a technologically-based network, if that is the case, sir.

--Oh, forgive my rudeness. I am Sertoria Cani and it is a pleasure to meet you.

[birdinthehand]

[Great. She knows computer things? Less trouble for him, then.]

...I'm Ankh.

[No further elaboration. No polite conversational padding. He focuses on his new ice cream bar, waiting to see if she has anything else to say.]