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towerofanimus2012-05-13 10:34 am
promised_victory) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-13 10:34 am
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ITP: The Once And Future King
Characters: Arturia and YOU!
Setting: All over the Tower
Format: Opens with prose, but will match replies.
Summary: Arturia arrives in the Tower and is Very Not Please.
Warning: None at the moment.
Room 2-03
Whatever spell had been cast must have been powerful for it to affect Saber so. A Servant of her class had a naturally high resistance to magic, one that left even Caster's spells useless against her unless she was being particularly clever about it or going all out. For a spell to keep her so still it was hard to tell if she was even breathing despite how hard she fought it?
With a frustrated cry once the spell wore off, Saber sat up, her hands flying up to the collar around her neck. They dared to collar her? What sort of animal did whoever summoned her take her for? She tried to work her fingers under it, found it pressed right to her skin, and decided it best to take stock of her situation first.
This was in no way a normal summoning. For one, this was obviously not Fuyuki City. If it was the Grail would have provided her with knowledge of the current age and yet the knowledge she retained was only that of the last two times she'd been summoned. For another, why was she collared and on a bed? Why the paralysis? And where was the person who summoned her?
It was then she found the letter and it shook her to her core. Was this a joke? Was everything they'd worked for been for naught? Why had she been brought here at all if this was true? What had brought their world to an end?
She balled the note up in her fist and rose from the bed, prepared to demand answers from whoever she came across.
Floor Four: Saber observed the outside of the Tower warily though her face did not show it. She had seen the fog from the higher floors but had not thought it would be this thick. Was this truly the fourth floor or were they much higher up than the floor numbers said they were? She doubted even Archer's eyes could see through this fog. What sort of world had she found herself in now?
A thought that made her body run cold as she pressed her hands to the glass: what if the world really had ended?
Floor Twenty-nine: A hedgemaze. Of course there'd be a hedgemaze and Saber can neither cut it--she'd tried--nor climb over it--again, she'd tried--and was thus forced to travel through it with a grim expression on her face. This Tower proved stranger the more she explored it. Again, what kind of spells were doing all this? Or, the thought occurred to her, was this purely human technology doing this?
It was strange the thought hadn't occurred to her before, but then again, Saber's life had always revolved around magic of some form or another. It would've been even stranger if her thoughts hadn't first gone to it. But with how far she'd seen human technology surpass magic she shouldn't be surprised if such were the case. Nor should she be surprised if it was somehow a melding of technology and magic. This was a place supposedly meant to save people at the end of the world, correct? No matter how hard a magus tried if they were desperate to save people it likely didn't matter if they shared their knowledge or not.
Or so she hoped was the case.
It still did not answer the question of why she had been chosen to be saved, though.
Setting: All over the Tower
Format: Opens with prose, but will match replies.
Summary: Arturia arrives in the Tower and is Very Not Please.
Warning: None at the moment.
Room 2-03
Whatever spell had been cast must have been powerful for it to affect Saber so. A Servant of her class had a naturally high resistance to magic, one that left even Caster's spells useless against her unless she was being particularly clever about it or going all out. For a spell to keep her so still it was hard to tell if she was even breathing despite how hard she fought it?
With a frustrated cry once the spell wore off, Saber sat up, her hands flying up to the collar around her neck. They dared to collar her? What sort of animal did whoever summoned her take her for? She tried to work her fingers under it, found it pressed right to her skin, and decided it best to take stock of her situation first.
This was in no way a normal summoning. For one, this was obviously not Fuyuki City. If it was the Grail would have provided her with knowledge of the current age and yet the knowledge she retained was only that of the last two times she'd been summoned. For another, why was she collared and on a bed? Why the paralysis? And where was the person who summoned her?
It was then she found the letter and it shook her to her core. Was this a joke? Was everything they'd worked for been for naught? Why had she been brought here at all if this was true? What had brought their world to an end?
She balled the note up in her fist and rose from the bed, prepared to demand answers from whoever she came across.
Floor Four: Saber observed the outside of the Tower warily though her face did not show it. She had seen the fog from the higher floors but had not thought it would be this thick. Was this truly the fourth floor or were they much higher up than the floor numbers said they were? She doubted even Archer's eyes could see through this fog. What sort of world had she found herself in now?
A thought that made her body run cold as she pressed her hands to the glass: what if the world really had ended?
Floor Twenty-nine: A hedgemaze. Of course there'd be a hedgemaze and Saber can neither cut it--she'd tried--nor climb over it--again, she'd tried--and was thus forced to travel through it with a grim expression on her face. This Tower proved stranger the more she explored it. Again, what kind of spells were doing all this? Or, the thought occurred to her, was this purely human technology doing this?
It was strange the thought hadn't occurred to her before, but then again, Saber's life had always revolved around magic of some form or another. It would've been even stranger if her thoughts hadn't first gone to it. But with how far she'd seen human technology surpass magic she shouldn't be surprised if such were the case. Nor should she be surprised if it was somehow a melding of technology and magic. This was a place supposedly meant to save people at the end of the world, correct? No matter how hard a magus tried if they were desperate to save people it likely didn't matter if they shared their knowledge or not.
Or so she hoped was the case.
It still did not answer the question of why she had been chosen to be saved, though.
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And I meant three or four on the age guesses. D|"I do not know as I only arrived this morning," she replied, moving to the chair as he climbed up and holding it steady for him. It wouldn't do for him to fall off and hurt himself, after all.
"But I do suppose we would have to be. This Tower is strange--" the magic here bordered on sorcery itself! "--so I would not be surprised if we were high up or it is indeed foggy at all times."
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"D'you think it's fairies?" America asked, looking back at the woman. "England says fairies can do lots of magic stuff."
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"Anything is possible," she told him. Her sword was one that had been crafted by faeries, why could the same not do something like the fog outside.
"I've known faeries to make it rain, to cause mischief, even to make fields rot if you crossed them the wrong way. I would not put it passed them to make a fog such as this if they had a desire to."