towerofanimus | in the end it doesn't even matter!!

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in the end it doesn't even matter!!

Characters: Saber and YOU!!!
Setting: Room 1-01, floor 22, and floor 15
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match what others reply with!
Summary: Clearly the tower doesn't have enough Sabers.
Warnings: Likely to have spoilers for Fate/Extra I guess?!

ROOM 1-01;

[It's one thing to wake up out of sleep paralysis. It's another to wake up in an unknown room. It was another just to even wake up given all that had happened, but all of those things were just minor details in Saber's mind as she stood up and looked around. More importantly, she looked at herself.

And what she was wearing.

Sorry roommates, if you were sleeping or just happened to be chilling in the room, there is now one ungodly and furious screech coming from the newest member of the room.]

FLOOR 22: ART GALLERY;

[Obviously the thing to do when you wake up somewhere weird is check the place out, right? Find out where she is, where she can go, if there's anything neat around here--all that stuff. In this case though, a certain newcomer seems a little too invested in investigating the tower...

Or in other words, Saber can be found critiquing the pieces in the art gallery i.e. yelling loudly about how much better she'd be able to do.]

To think this is what they call art in some worlds! Had I but a brush and a canvas, I would paint a masterpiece finer than anything this dreadful tower has ever seen. Umu, to not enlighten those here with what true beauty is would be the greatest tragedy.

FLOOR 15: WORKSHOP;

[And sadly enough, that's exactly what she does... After scouring the tower in search of material, Saber ends up in the workshop with a few different canvases in front of her. Curiously enough, the subject of the paintings seems to be the same person, albeit in different poses and unfinished states.]

What an unsightly state this is. To capture Praetor's beauty in paint is far more difficult than I had imagined. There are too many ideas, too much inspiration! If a picture is worth a thousand words, a thousand paintings would never be enough for her. [That's one way to worship the ground someone walks on... Regardless, she continues to speak aloud to herself while painting.] However, as difficult as this may be, a challenge shall only make it all the more rewarding. After all, I am the only one capable of completing such a challenge!

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[ After discovering that no floor is safe from hiding from people who knew her, Rin's decided to at least take up residence in an unlikely place for them to come find her. However, someone has to be rude by making loud declarations.

So obviously she needs to go shut them up. Only when she does see her, she practically falls over. ]

Saber?! What has happened to you?! [ ~~Also Rin is in full costume: a princess outfit with way more frills and bows than should be physically possible.~~ ]

[Oh a familiar voice THAT COULD ONLY BE--wait no actually she almost half-says Rin's name in surprise, but then she takes a better look at her and just--

Stares.

And squints.

For a while.]

... had you wanted to dress in a bolder, more daring style, I would have been happy to give you such advice, Rin. [Assuming this is even Rin SHE'LL TAKE HER CHANCES.]

Wha-? [ Rin huffs up, obviously taking offense to the remark. ] It's part of this tower's latest scheme. Gather candy, get stuck in this stupid costume.

That's what's going on with you, right? [ Another look over before she frowns. ] You're a bit shorter than I remember you.

[ Goodbye Rin, we knew you well. ]

[ An art gallery. Truthfully, Ayaka wasn't much of an artist nor did she take an interest in it, but she found herself wandering up to that floor in that damn little red riding hood costume she was put in and figured she would take a look around. Maybe she would find something that interested her.

Which, she did but it wasn't in the form of a painting.

The master listened to the woman critique the artwork, thinking that it wasn't a proper critique, but she held her tongue. Instead, she cleared her throat. ]

Then why don't you? Surely there must be... Something to create art with around here. Maybe not here, but around the tower...

Edited 2012-10-11 12:10 (UTC)

[ Urotsuki is rather fond of art galleries - the one here reminds her of the one in her dreams, really. Hence why she's here too, even if it's.. strange.. to see a girl dressed like a nun walking around and yelling that..

.. The things in her dreams are more normal and that's saying a lot. Although Urotsuki doesn't really look normal herself with her stereotypical chainsaw killer outfit. Chainsaw and hockey mask included. And yet it's a 15 year old girl, just staring from behind the mask.. ]

You're.. an artist? [ not to mention the blank voice. ]

[Well her clothing hadn't changed again today, so apparently you just arrived in the white thing and they switched you to different clothes later; potentially after you ate the oatmeal... Because she could eat whatever she liked now.

She had discovered the art gallery and it fascinated her. She had seen art before at the temple, usually quiet meditative pieces, or the occasional painting of one of the great battles of legends. But she had never seen art like this...

She was staring at one of the more... interesting pieces, no one painted such things at the temple for such work was surely dedicated to the shadow god. The chaos... the blood...

The woman yelling loudly really was disturbing to Nesir's quiet admiration and she rounded the corner to face her.] Then be going and doing that and be leaving the rest of us in peace!

[Wait... Nesir had decided politeness was the best way to start in this tower... oops...]

[The last couple of days had been a bit crazy, between new people showing up and the costumes and that Caster being so convinced Hakuno was her Master. Therefor she was kind of glad that today was starting off slowly! Well... as slow as things can be in a tower like this.

Any thought of calmness came to a screeching halt, though, when she was passing through a certain floor on her way down to the cafeteria. See... Saber's voice carries. A lot. She doesn't even need to be yelling, either. Hearing that voice again, after a month... Hakuno hasn't even spotted her yet, and she can already feel her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

She doesn't waste any time in navigating the floor and... there she is. Looking just like she was the last time Hakuno saw her, not changed like the other Saber here. She doesn't even immediately register Saber's new outfit - though Saber might notice the one Hakuno is wearing. All that's registering is that Saber is here.]

S... Saber....?

[She sounds... cautious? She's never sounded like that when speaking to Saber before. But... she can't help it. She was badly hurt once here when she thought she was reuniting with her beloved Servant, and she's not too keen on feeling that heartbreak again.]

This hellhole doesn't give a shit about artistic achievement unless it's in the field of torture porn. If it's bothering you so much then fuck off before you burst a blood vessel.

[Rose has (thankfully) escaped a costume, but she's been collecting as much candy as she could regardless and hoarding it in her room - knowing this place, it's likely that her friends have gotten roped into this bulltshit and this is the only way she can see to help them.

fighting monsters until they pop like warped pinatas is fairly tiring, however, so she's taking a break at the moment to peruse the gallery for a bit. her expression is neutral as she looks over at Saber, but her tone is faintly irritated.]

[That was...unusual. Wait, were all of those Hakuno? It sure looked like it.]

[And the person painting them (what was she wearing?) looked familiar too. A face Labrys had only seen in memories that weren't hers...that must have been Saber. Hakuno's...friend? Servant? The memory bleedover was too faint to recall, that or the resulting diagnostic she'd run had quarantined them somehow.]

You're...Saber, ain't ya?

...And would the true beauty of your paintings be on par with your lovely visage?

[Lancer gives a mischievous grin at the new arrival. Unfortunately, whatever charm it had is dulled by the fact that he's currently in dog kigurumi.]

[Jeanne had been irritated ever since this ridiculous costume switch happened. Most people may not think much of her costume, but to be quite honest, she felt rather insulted! A witch, she had realized bitterly. Whoever it was in charge of this trick sure has a horrible sense of humor.

But she couldn't let her irritation stop her. Just in the past few days she had felt the presence of three new Servants awakening within the tower, and it was her duty as Ruler to seek them out. So she focused on the one closest to her current position, on a floor she didn't really frequent that often...

... And immediately had to fight back a small, petty shot of jealousy when she saw the other blonde's costume. Why couldn't she have gotten something like that??? NO, NO, MUST FOCUS RIGHT NOW.]

You seem to have made yourself at home quite fast. I'm impressed.

[Now what is this? This... It was like looking at...

No.

Saber stood ten feet behind the painting Servant and watched her. This was a little surreal. And it stirred her anger, seeing a likeness of what she'd used to be.]

Saber.

[A shot in the dark. This one looked very much like her and was definitely a Servant. But...who was she?

~~Too bad being dressed as a maid already had her angry-ish~~]

...

[Not sure if this nun is a stalker or just a crazy woman.

But this sure is a sight as someone bizzarely dressed is just just staring at the painting and hearing the complaining of this odd... woman...]

[>:(!!] On the other hand, your mouth is just as foul as I remember it. Unlike your appearance, your manner of speech is as bold as ever.

Oh, an excellent idea! As ghastly as this tower is, it should not be so difficult to acquire paint or a canvas. However, as you did suggest it, might you have any idea as to where I would find such items?

Umu, indeed I am! [And she's damn proud of it.] An artist of my caliber is rarely seen within the world.

I'd gladly do so; however, as it is, I've know idea where to even find the materials needed to paint.

[Somehow, as strange and absurd as this whole situation was, Saber never imagined that she would reunite with Hakuno here. No, the idea of it never even crossed her mind. After all, her beloved praetor was to return to the real world so that she could live her life in peace, alive. As much as she wanted to see her again, it just wasn't meant to be.]

[But there she is, there she really is! Looking even more beautiful than she thought possible (bias what bias), along with somewhat panicked which was definitely a cause for concern, and yet--

That was really her, in the flesh.]

Edited (wow i can count?? I SWEAR) 2012-10-12 09:01 (UTC)

[Deep Feelings aside, THIS IS A CAUSE FOR A CELEBRATION.]

Praetor! [Yep, that is definitely that Saber that fought alongside Hakuno throughout the Holy Grail War running towards her, a huge, bright smile on her face.]

An artist does not merely paint, create; knowing the proper way to critique is necessary as well, and it has been far too long since I was able to do so!

[There really are all types of people around here... Regardless, she's a bit surprised to be called by her name from someone she doesn't recognize.]

Umu, I am! Has knowledge of my presence here spread so quickly?

[Something about him seems familiar almost... I mean not many people just have blue hair like that right?! However, whatever he said is completely lost to her as Saber just looks at. Well.

That costume.]

Not even the participants of the Grail War could compare to the people here... [mostly muttered to herself though] You are supposed to be a dog, correct?

Edited (LAST TIME I SWEAR) 2012-10-12 10:12 (UTC)

Of course. While this tower may be as appalling as they come, I see no reason not to. In fact, it may as well be my duty to bring life to a place that only reeks of death!

[Squin...ting.... But the more she looks, the more it feels like she's looking into a slightly weird but mostly unnerving sort of mirror.]

Hoh, perhaps the gods longed to such beauty grace the world once again. [SABER PLS tone down the haughtiness for just five seconds for once in your life.] Umu, I am called Saber! Of course, that must mean you are on as well.

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WOW I SEE HOW IT IS

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1/? doing this all over again oops

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3/3 YES DONE

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