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towerofanimus2012-07-16 04:55 pm
faithstaynight) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-16 04:55 pm
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Characters: Ruler/Jeanne (faithstaynight) & YOU!
Setting: Dormitory Floor Two -> Cafeteria
Format: Action, but I can do prose too!
Summary: An unhappy Servant wakes up in a place where she shouldn't be.
Warnings: N/A
[Dormitories]
[If you're walking anywhere near the vicinity of room 2-19, you might catch a sudden flare of light coming from the crack under the door. A moment later, a blonde girl - arms, stomach, and face clad in shining silver armor, with a long braid trailing past her hips - bursts out of the room, sword in hand.]
What sort of magecraft is this? A Reality Marble? [She pauses, mentally running through the list of remaining Servants. No, it couldn't be one of their Noble Phantasms... the surroundings look far too modern.] Speak, now! Who dares attack the administrator of the Holy Grail War?
[Cafeteria]
[After she had calmed down a bit, Jeanne made her way down. Down the stairs, down past the many strange floors, to the cafeteria. She had dismissed her armor for the moment, so she was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a navy blue button-down shirt - clearly menswear - with her hair still in the same braid.
Remarkably, she doesn't make a face when she receives the bowl of oatmeal that was supposed to be her dinner. Even more surprisingly is when she sits at the nearest empty table, scoops a bit up, and takes a bit without so much as flinching. Somebody sure isn't picky.]
faithstaynight) & YOU!Setting: Dormitory Floor Two -> Cafeteria
Format: Action, but I can do prose too!
Summary: An unhappy Servant wakes up in a place where she shouldn't be.
Warnings: N/A
[Dormitories]
[If you're walking anywhere near the vicinity of room 2-19, you might catch a sudden flare of light coming from the crack under the door. A moment later, a blonde girl - arms, stomach, and face clad in shining silver armor, with a long braid trailing past her hips - bursts out of the room, sword in hand.]
What sort of magecraft is this? A Reality Marble? [She pauses, mentally running through the list of remaining Servants. No, it couldn't be one of their Noble Phantasms... the surroundings look far too modern.] Speak, now! Who dares attack the administrator of the Holy Grail War?
[Cafeteria]
[After she had calmed down a bit, Jeanne made her way down. Down the stairs, down past the many strange floors, to the cafeteria. She had dismissed her armor for the moment, so she was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a navy blue button-down shirt - clearly menswear - with her hair still in the same braid.
Remarkably, she doesn't make a face when she receives the bowl of oatmeal that was supposed to be her dinner. Even more surprisingly is when she sits at the nearest empty table, scoops a bit up, and takes a bit without so much as flinching. Somebody sure isn't picky.]
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If they think they can break us without proof of these claims, then they are wrong. [There's a bit of an edge to her voice now.]
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That is a good attitude to have. So long as we keep our morale up, we shall find a way back to our home worlds in time.
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Are there any groups established to fight against those that confine us here? Any sort of organized resistance force at all? I would gladly lend my power to such a cause.
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[And y'know, Jeanne, it's funny that you ask that because--]
Actually, myself and several others have been attempting to organize such a force. There is definite interest among the people of this place, but unfortunately, progress has been delayed somewhat by the administrators' interference.
We hope to gather soon, however, and your assistance would be greatly appreciated.
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Thank you, truly.
I suppose I should tell you who you are pledging to; I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule. May I know the name of the one so willing to take up this banner so soon after her arrival?
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[Pause.]
I'm afraid I've never heard of Hyrule.
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Ah, that is alright. You are not the first. In fact, I have yet to meet anyone not from Hyrule themselves who has known of it.
[Not entirely true, but she has yet to be fourth-walled, all the same.]
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... Really? is it that small of a kingdom?
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[How to explain--]
Hyrule is... not a part of many of the other worlds represented here, I believe. For instance, I had never heard of 'Japan' or 'the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland' before arriving here, but others have claimed those countries as their homelands when speaking with me.
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[It's a confusing concept, so Jeanne's not trying to think about it too much.]
... It brings a whole new level of mystery to those that hold us captive, to be able to bring in people from entirely different realms...
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They are very powerful indeed - unfortunately, the most we have been able to do thus far has been speculate the ultimate extent of their power and control. Beyond a few isolated incidents, our captors tend to avoid addressing us directly.
[It makes putting the pieces together a very slow and agonizing process, to say the least.]
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[She can't help a sigh herself. It's a mess.]
They can be surprised, however. But... no such direct attack has been fruitful thus far.
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[But... seeing the lady-knight so shocked, she tries to offer her something of a hopeful smile. Even if it's difficult to do.]
Still, perhaps that could be to our advantage.
[Pride comes before a fall, and all that.]
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[She smiles.] Especially because that one push may be all we need. It takes but one battle to turn the tides of an entire war, after all.