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towerofanimus2012-10-09 01:23 am
swordedpast) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-09 01:23 am
"I saved you"
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.
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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[ Waves her words off. ]
Still, I don't want to be useless. I wish I could at least do something...
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[ Almost a smile, but not a very nice one. Actually, it looks more than a little like the sort of expression her Saber would make in his bad, less charming moments. ]
Do you think you're a hero, to be able to fix a situation like this?
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[ She was useless and couldn't save her father from his death. During her Grail War, she felt useless. Losing her servant made her feel even more useless. ]
What about you?
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It doesn't matter if that's what you say. It sounds like you want to be a hero without even knowing what it means. There's no good way to go about being a hero--but that's the worst of the bad ways.
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You talk like you know how I think. People can just help people without being classified as a hero. It seems like you're the one who's more obsessed with being a hero than myself.
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Of course he talks like he knows how she thinks. Because it was hard not to see himself in her for a moment there. But maybe he got a bit carried away?
He sweeps the frown away in favor of a smirk. ]
Hah. It's not anything like that; I don't believe in being a hero at all. But even if you call it something different, once you start trying to help people, you won't go anywhere good.
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I'm not looking to go to anywhere good. It just kind of happens.
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So should I feel sorry for you or envy you--if I cared enough? I don't, of course.
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[ Oops, just a bit blunt. ]
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[ A beat. ]
Sajyou Ayaka, by the way.