Ruler || Jeanne D'Arc (
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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.]
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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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I do not know what sort of world you come from, monsieur, but I can assure you, that is nothing but a lie.
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Oh really? And who are you to tell me something I have seen with my own eyes to be true? I know what I have seen. As I said, at least in my world this is true. I hope for your sake it is not in your world.
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I do not know what sort of world you come from, but it seems that we are thinking of two vastly different Gods.
[It may seem strange for one of her faith - especially coming from the time period that she did - to so easily accept the idea of other gods. But hey. Her eyes have been opened since becoming a Heroic Spirit.]
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[He needs a topic change. He's going to give himself a headache from anger if he doesn't move on to something else.]
This tower is extremely vast. If you haven't yet, the bottom floor contains a cafeteria. You should go there and eat the oatmeal - it's bland and tasteless, but you will end up throwing up anything else you eat if you don't eat it.
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Thank you for the information. Thankfully I'm rather used to eating things that aren't pleasing to most people's palates, so I should be able to stomach such a simple meal.
[Prison food? Totally gross, without a doubt. Prison Food in the 1400's? Yeesh.]
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I am more than capable of defending myself, monsieur, and I am not reckless enough to run straight into the unknown.
[It's against her style, and that frustrates her a bit. She didn't lead the French army to victory at Orleans by holding back and waiting. No, she actually preferred to charge forward... but this enemy was completely unknown. Actions like that would just be stupid.]
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At least you're intelligent enough to know not to.
[Certain siblings of his are not quite so restrained, generally...]