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towerofanimus2012-09-02 01:55 pm
puppy_lancer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-02 01:55 pm
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Characters: Open
Setting: His room and exploring the floors
Format: Prose or action or brackets is all okay.
Summary: Lancer arrives, mopes, and then decides he has to kick someone’s ass
Warnings: None for now.
Room 4-16
Lancer grits his teeth as he finishes reading the two letters for the third time. He crumples up the paper and throws it at the wall. He's not in the mood for this shit, especially when they're obviously lying. Even if they weren't, why did they choose him out of all people? He, the idiot who couldn't even save a girl; the failed Servant who couldn’t protect his Master.
Misaya...she had ordered him to kill her when the curse activated. But he had to hesitate. He had to try to save her. And so, she had become a zombie, because of him. In the end, he had released her from that zombie state, but if he had just fought a little harder, or acted a little faster, she wouldn't have needed to suffer like that. The main reasons that he had allowed himself to change his loyalty were to fulfill his final promise to Misaya and, eventually, to ensure Ayaka's safety. Now that his duties to the two girls were done, he should have faded away. But something or someone had "saved" him, kept him existing for longer than he had any right to, and shoved him in some crazy place.
If it really was so strong, why couldn’t it save Misaya? Save Ayaka? Why did it choose him?
He punches the closes object, which happens to be his bed. His fist leaves a hole in the mattress. Dammit, he really needs a drink now. Or a smoke. It wasn't like he could get high off of the substances, but it still helped him calm down.
If the information provided was correct, then he had some things from home in the trunk at the foot of his bed. He all but tears the lid off to see that there is indeed a six-pack of beer. He pulls one out and closes the trunk. He then sits on the trunk, sipping at his beer.
He doesn't intend to leave his room for a good while. Given that he’s a Servant and not driven by hunger, he can probably remain there for a long time. At least, until the beer starts disagreeing with him.
Floor 1
After his initial guilt had subsided somewhat, Lancer has come down to the cafeteria. Apparently, to make everything even worse, it seemed that the tower was messing with his anatomy, so he couldn't even drink beer without vomiting it up(which wasn’t supposed to happen because he was a Servant). So he's only here to see if the cafeteria provides booze that won't turn his stomach.
He glares at everyone around him, wondering if they're the ones who are responsible for this.
Floor 3
Lancer stomps around the library. He's figured that even if he needs to comb the entire tower, from bottom to top, he’s going to find the perpetrators and kick their asses until they sent him home. Or saved Misaya as well. Whichever one worked just fine.
His Noble Phantasm isn't out yet, but he's ready to materialize it at the smallest provocation. Right now, he doesn't trust anyone.
Setting: His room and exploring the floors
Format: Prose or action or brackets is all okay.
Summary: Lancer arrives, mopes, and then decides he has to kick someone’s ass
Warnings: None for now.
Room 4-16
Lancer grits his teeth as he finishes reading the two letters for the third time. He crumples up the paper and throws it at the wall. He's not in the mood for this shit, especially when they're obviously lying. Even if they weren't, why did they choose him out of all people? He, the idiot who couldn't even save a girl; the failed Servant who couldn’t protect his Master.
Misaya...she had ordered him to kill her when the curse activated. But he had to hesitate. He had to try to save her. And so, she had become a zombie, because of him. In the end, he had released her from that zombie state, but if he had just fought a little harder, or acted a little faster, she wouldn't have needed to suffer like that. The main reasons that he had allowed himself to change his loyalty were to fulfill his final promise to Misaya and, eventually, to ensure Ayaka's safety. Now that his duties to the two girls were done, he should have faded away. But something or someone had "saved" him, kept him existing for longer than he had any right to, and shoved him in some crazy place.
If it really was so strong, why couldn’t it save Misaya? Save Ayaka? Why did it choose him?
He punches the closes object, which happens to be his bed. His fist leaves a hole in the mattress. Dammit, he really needs a drink now. Or a smoke. It wasn't like he could get high off of the substances, but it still helped him calm down.
If the information provided was correct, then he had some things from home in the trunk at the foot of his bed. He all but tears the lid off to see that there is indeed a six-pack of beer. He pulls one out and closes the trunk. He then sits on the trunk, sipping at his beer.
He doesn't intend to leave his room for a good while. Given that he’s a Servant and not driven by hunger, he can probably remain there for a long time. At least, until the beer starts disagreeing with him.
Floor 1
After his initial guilt had subsided somewhat, Lancer has come down to the cafeteria. Apparently, to make everything even worse, it seemed that the tower was messing with his anatomy, so he couldn't even drink beer without vomiting it up(which wasn’t supposed to happen because he was a Servant). So he's only here to see if the cafeteria provides booze that won't turn his stomach.
He glares at everyone around him, wondering if they're the ones who are responsible for this.
Floor 3
Lancer stomps around the library. He's figured that even if he needs to comb the entire tower, from bottom to top, he’s going to find the perpetrators and kick their asses until they sent him home. Or saved Misaya as well. Whichever one worked just fine.
His Noble Phantasm isn't out yet, but he's ready to materialize it at the smallest provocation. Right now, he doesn't trust anyone.
Floor 1; gueeeeeeeeess whoooooooo
But, he soon turns when he see's a much taller man coming in looking very annoyed.]
Uh, hey there?
Re: Floor 1; gueeeeeeeeess whoooooooo
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Do you need help with something?
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[He's still glaring daggers at the boy.]
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Uhhh, well I don't think you can yet. You have to eat this oatmeal they have.
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[He's not going to eat oatmeal that he doesn't even need.]
What, you an oatmeal salesman or something?
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[He scratches the back of his head for a moment. How does he go about explaining this?]
Okay, so, you've been kidnapped along with a bunch of other people, including myself, by the people who run this tower. And from the introductory computer blog thing someone showed me, you gotta eat the oatmeal before you can have any other food or drink.
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Then where do you get the oatmeal?
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[He points to where a group of people had gathered.]
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That was when he walked into the library, and saw a nearly familiar face. He tilted his head. Maybe that was the original Lancer?
"Yo, Lancer!" Yusuke shouted. "That's you this time, right? And not that Darth Lancer running around or whatever?"
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He's mentally running down the possibilities. A hitherto unseen Servant? Rider or Assassin's Master?
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This Lancer seemed way different, as if perhaps more on the intellectual side of things.
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He's really confused now.
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"Must be far in my future. Don't know about the rubber suit. Maybe my Master had me wear it or something."
It was probably inevitable. He would make it back to his homeworld...and there, he would fade back into the Throne of Heroes and be summoned again without his memories. Now that he thinks about it, it's almost a betrayal of the Master who he had lost; no one would remember or mourn Misaya besides Lancer and Ayaka. Lancer could only hope that Ayaka would be able to remember Misaya in his place, but it seems to be unfair seeing as how she would also lose Saber at the Grail War's end.
Misaya...would be lonely even in death while Lancer lived his next life like he had never known her.
Thinking about all of this makes him unnaturally quiet.
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"...I'm so confused right now, I'm not even sure what the hell to say. That's a first."
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He tries hard to not think about Misaya.
"Look, kid. The Grail works in weird ways. See--this body here...imagine I'm in a room playing a video game and this body is my game character. And then the game ends. Maybe I got killed by some other character half-way through. Maybe I made it to the end and turned off the game. Anyway, if I wanna play again, I have to use a new game. That new game sorta turns me into a blank slate, so I run around for the rest of the war with no memory of the other wars. Now, since you and all the other clone people are in space, you're probably in the far future compared to me. Which means I might have played several 'new games'. That's why if you ask me, I can't remember you. But if you go home and ask the me from back there, I can't tell you shit about this conversation."
He shrugs.
"Don't ask me why the Grail does that. It just does."
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"So you don't know anything about Rin going dark or anything, or spanking her with a rod or doing other things?" he asked before sighing. "Great, there goes that shot."
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Lancer's mood visibly drops again, though not as seriously at it did a moment prior.
"Fuck, I really missed out, didn't I?"
On the other hand, it meant he got to do all that awesome stuff in the future! It was almost enough to make him look forward to another Grail War, but definitely not enough to make him look forward to forgetting Misaya.
"And what's this about 'going dark'?"
❖ FLOOR 1; Sorry for the delay, on hiatus ;_;
Huh? [ But it seems she's more taken back by his appearance than anything as she steps away from him. ] Lancer..? What happened to you?
no, it's okay
Nothing. I look the same as I always do, don't I?
[He really was going to need to figure out how these people kept on seeming to know him.]
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[ Seems she's not willing to give up the details as to what that incident is. ]
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[He stops. Something about her scent tells her that's not it. This girl...she smells almost exactly like Misaya did after her death. A sweet scent mixed with decay and a stench that seems can be felt from the soul and not just the nose.]
[His Gae Bolg forms in his hand. Had she been created by this place to mock him? A pale (literally) version of Misaya's zombie, something he had created through his incompetence. Well, if he has to release her a second time, so be it.]
[When he speaks again, he is radiating his familiar killing intent.]
I'll give you one chance to be honest. What are you. And how do you know me?
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What... am I? [ That is what gets her to delay her own natural killer instinct as his words sink in. ] An ordinary human magus! That is what I am!
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[Gae Bolg is pointed directly at her.]
If only you were just a human magus...
[Because then he wouldn't have to kill her again.]
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As your Master I command you, Cú Chulainn, to lay down your weapon!
[ Holding up her arm, she's surprised to see the spells not work. Horror begins to set in as she realizes quickly that he's not listening to her, the girl fumbling backwards.
Congratulations on making a fearless entity feel fear once more. ]
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...Forgive me, Misaya.
[And then the spear is raised once more. That's right--the copy had raised her arm to command him, while the real Misaya should have known well enough that her command seals were on her neck. This was nothing but a construct that had stolen her form. Just its existence was an insult to her. He needed to destroy this thing.]
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All she has to do is reach another floor. One where she can lose him. ]
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[He knew that he had another option--all he needed to do was activate his Noble Phantasm. But two things kept him back. First, he didn't see the need to disgrace Gae Bolg by activating it against such a creature. Second, it feels wrong for him to strike someone in the back and kill them while they tred to escape, especially if it was someone he had sworn fidelity to.]
[...Even if it was just a copy.]
[He's neck and neck with her as she begins ascending the stairs. Usually, he would have some snide or flirtatious remark prepared, something about speed and nice legs. But this is too serious of a matter. All he does is glare at her and try to maneuver himself so he can block off the stairs for her.]
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Grr... you're really starting to piss me off!
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[He can't help but laugh.]
Nice one, little lady.
[But the spear is still aimed at her heart.]
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[ Her screams resonate through the stairwell as the air thickens, almost as though her own fear was starting to manifest into a physical form around them. ]
I refuse to just lay down and die!
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I...I'm sorry.
[In life, she had asked for death so that she would not become a zombie. And yet this thing wanted to live, even in its twisted form.]
I wish I didn't have to do this...
floor 3
[Asked by a girl made entirely out of metal. She's wearing a summer school uniform, and a folded axe is fixed to her back like wings. Her every motion came with soft whirring and clicking of tiny intricate mechanisms, and Lancer could probably pick up the scent of oil from her.]
You're lookin' awful upset.
Re: floor 3
Huh? No, I'm not hurt.
[Just pissed enough to kill something.]
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[Or, translated from Kansai: 'what on earth is troubling you, good sir?']
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I got dumped in this fucking place while I was still alive, that's what.
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I shouldn't be.