"I saved you"

[swordedpast]

Characters: Archer and anyone who wants to greet him--so OPEN.
Setting: Tonight, room 3-16 and the hallway outside it.
Format: Starting with prose, but feel free go to action brackets if you'd rather!
Summary: Someone new shows up in the Tower and has some unusual reactions.
Warnings: Probable violence and likely angst.

There's a strange sound echoing out of room 3-16 tonight. What makes it even stranger is that the voice behind it is someone new. Here's what makes it so strange: it's laughter. There's a new person in the Tower, and he is laughing.

The laughter goes on for almost a minute, at times bubbling near to hysteria. Finally, though, it cuts off, and a much smaller sound can be heard: the *CRUMP* of paper being balled up and flung away. And Archer stalks out of the room.

(He just read the letter, you see. It said, I saved you. That's why he was laughing.)

He stands in the middle of the hallway with a disinterested look for a minute; apparently all the mirth has been drained out of him. Then he shrugs and throws his hands up in front of him. "It isn't very much of a new home. Well, why don't I test it out?" And without him appearing to draw them from anywhere, twin swords, black and white, flash into his hands.

He swings them at the wall, hard. And the blades shatter, and the shards vanish into thin air.

The man in the red coat is left blinking down at his hands, then at the wall he struck. He doesn't look too surprised, though--and what little surprise he does have on his face is rapidly fading to resignation.

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[swordedpast]

[ He pauses as the small voice reaches him and slants a neutral glance off to the side to see her. A girl. Just a girl, wandering these dark halls--he has a sneaking suspicion that that isn't very safe. But there's not a lot to do about it right now, and he shouldn't care anyway, right? (His world was destroyed. Wasn't it?) ]

I'm sure whoever created this tower thinks it did what it should.

[ He still hasn't turned to face her, or even changed his expression more than a little bit. ]

[chainsawn]

But it can that you and the person who made the tower are thinking different things, right?

[ .. Should she try something too? She isn't sure of what to do here, or what he was even doing, but maybe she should offer her help..

Out of nowhere, a chainsaw seems to appear in the girl's hands. ]

Do you want to use this..?

[ Yes, she's actually offering. ]

[swordedpast]

It's pretty clear, right? I want to break their walls. They want to keep their walls standing. Well, that's how a fight goes. One's on the offense and one's on the defense--

[ Any more philosophizing he was going to do is cut off by the appearance of the chainsaw. He blinks, reassessing his first impression of the girl. ]

...no thanks. It's pretty impressive. But I use my own weapons.

[chainsawn]

... Okay. [ She doesn't even really seem disappointed as she makes the weapon disappear into thin air again, instead folding her arms behind her back as she keeps staring at him. ]

I'm not sure if you can break them down though. Your other swords didn't work, did they..?

[swordedpast]

[ Another Servant, or another master of projection magic? Either way--he gives her a thoughtful look. She's probably not to be underestimated. ]

No. And--

[ He rests a hand on the wall. Trace--on. Except not. Nothing. He can't tell anything about this structure. ]

To be honest, I don't think any weapons will work.

[chainsawn]

Yes, I think that if it could be broken, someone would have tried to leave already, right..? [ She knocks a little on the wall herself now, but it's maybe more that she's trying to imitate him, as if she might find out a little more because of that. ]

And I've been here a while, but nobody left.. I think.

[ another blank blink. ]

[swordedpast]

[ There's a flash of wry amusement in his eyes. ]

Just touching it isn't going to tell you anything. But, well, it looks like nothing's going to tell either of us anything about it. This is a strange material.

Nobody's gotten out of this place...? That's certainly bad news. Unless what's waiting outside is worse.

[chainsawn]

They said.. the world was destroyed, right? That would be 'worse', I think.. [ Destroyed would mean nothingness, right? That doesn't seem very good to her - she'd prefer being here with other people, really.. she's thinking about it, apparently, since she spaces out for a moment or two. ]

But someone said they might be lying to us.

[swordedpast]

That's the question, isn't it? But even if they're not lying, they're not much for saviors. This could be a lot better.

...but I'm sure it could be worse too.

[chainsawn]

I don't think this place is that bad.

[ and she seems to be honest about it, judging from the way she's just calmly and blankly staring.. ]

It's.. a little fun, actually. The people are nice, so I like it here.

[swordedpast]

I guess if you've got enough chainsaws, monsters don't bother you so much. Well, I'm in the same boat.

[ But with swords, not chainsaws. Close enough. ]

Except I might not agree about the people.

[chainsawn]

[ .. hmmm, both points give her things to think about, and she isn't sure which one to ask about first.. maybe he has chainsaws too? that's a good enough assumption for the first part, so she ends up focusing on the latter for now instead. ]

You don't think the people are nice?