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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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[Saber pushes herself up off the wall and walks over to Archer.]
But I believe you have figured that out. And before you speak of not knowing me, understand that by you still possessing your left arm, I am farther ahead in our War's timeline than you.
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So they're lying to us, huh? There are still worlds out there going on as usual.
["So there's a chance for me to save Rin, and maybe even you--" He won't say that, of course.]
I'm kind of disappointed.
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I would not say it 'could use a destroying' as much as it needed to be changed.
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[His smile is casually self-deprecating; he's holding back any further bitterness that might be underneath it.]
Even now.
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So few are willing to take the chance for the fear that it is the wrong change.
[She sighs.] Enough philosophy, Archer. I believe another Grail War is going to begin here once all the proper players have arrived. Until then, I am staying my sword unless provoked.
That means that cease fire we had... before is something I will rekindle through our own will, not that of our masters. Until the next War begins.
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Then I'll follow your example, Saber. For now, anyway.
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[Her heart, on the other hand, does... not matter how much she tries to stamp it out. It's deep under the corruption but still there.]
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I've never wanted mercy from you, Saber.
[A damn dirty lie. And there's a bitterness lurking at the edges of his voice and the back of his eyes to show it.]
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I do not believe you.