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towerofanimus2012-05-13 10:34 am
promised_victory) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-13 10:34 am
Entry tags:
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.
Everyone loves floor four!
She turned from the glass, her eyes turning to Zack, looking him over and assessing him. Strong looking, must be a warrior of some sort, an easy air about him. He could make a good ally here and he had been here longer than she.
"Does anyone know how tall this place truly is?"
four leaf clovers are lucky. maybe floor four is too!
"Thirty-eight floors, I think. Somewhere around there, but it's hard to tell. There's a couple...missing, I guess."
Missing is the only word that could fit that blackness, though in retrospect, maybe "inaccessible" would have been better.
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Which had been what she'd been trying to figure out. What was under the fog? A world just as devastated as they claimed their own were? A metropolis? A sea? It was impossible to tell at all and it frustrated Saber to know end. For the first time she missed the Grail's tendency to implant information about the age they entered into Servants' minds. It had been hard to notice before but when she knew nothing of her situation it was something she found she sorely missed.
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Because he can get locked off areas. He can understand restricted corridors and accessways. What he can't get is why they'd build a place like this and block any and all access to anything below. It just doesn't make sense.
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Morgan. Gilles de Rais. Medea. Gilgamesh. Not to mention her own mad gambit to obtain the Holy Grail itself for the sake of her wish.
"It's possible the lower levels are blocked off to ensure we stay in one area or to keep whatever is outside out, if there is a reason for it."
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He says it as he tugs on his collar like it's a nervous habit, which it may as well be, but it makes sense. Collar the rats so they're forced to rely on you for whatever reason, and keep them locked in the maze. If that's what this is, then it makes an eerie amount of sense. He doesn't like that.
"Makes me wonder why, though."
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"That's what I hope to find out. I've looked through most of the Tower and have yet to find any of the people who claim to have saved us."
It didn't leave a good impression on her mind. Why save them and not be willing to explain things to them? If their worlds had ended then surely they deserved to know the true reasons why, at least?
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"Doesn't help that there's no books in the libraries that explain this place, either. There's whole sections missing up there, and I couldn't find anything like a history book in either library."
No people to explain, no books to give details, and no way to get down. Rat in a cage is starting to make a lot more sense than he likes it to. Great.
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"It's like they don't want us to know where we are or how we came to be here. The more I discover about this place the more it feels like this is either a prison or a place that was long abandoned."
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"That's what I was afraid of." He sighs, looking out across the fog as if it holds all the answers. Shame that it doesn't. "But if it is a prison, then why bring kids here? There's a couple who can't be any older than fifteen or so...pretty sure they haven't done anything to deserve being stuck here."
Or at least, that's what he thinks. Sure, by their age he'd seen war and a few too many bodies, but he chose that life. These kids? He doesn't think so.
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"It could be for any reason. Not all people are placed in a prison for crimes, after all. If this is indeed a prison, it could simply be because they feel like it or because we have something they want. I, personally, hope they have food intentions, but I cannot accept they believe our homes destroyed. Would someone have not seen it coming? Or sensed it in some form?"