ʀɪɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴏᴜ (
angramaintsu) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-11-09 02:16 am
Entry tags:
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Characters:
Dark Rin & YOU.
Setting: Floor 48
Time: November 9
Format: Quick to start, will match
Summary: The tower taunts Rin when she's already in a poor mood.
Warnings: Characters are likely to be endangered if they provoke her.
►►► FLOOR 48;
[ Rin knew the moment he was taken from her. Any Master can feel the bond ripped from them and if that wasn't enough indication, the Command Seals along her flesh went dormant. In fact it was the hand she found herself gazing upon in the graveyard, sitting on a freshly dug (up?) patch of dity, the formerly vibrant red seals now barely seen against her pale skin. If that wasn't evident enough, then the stone marker with the name L A N C E R was indication enough of who she lost. Rin's never had anyone in her life, so for the brief time she held a Servant was the most social interaction she's ever had.
Losing him stung more than she's willing to let on.
For those brave enough to seek her out, they might feel a more ominous presence in the air around them. Yes, she's vulnerable without a Servant, but in no way is she weak. Willing to advertise that much, she hopes it's enough to keep people away.
Later on the evening, even if she's left, Rin will return to this place not to mourn. No, she'll wait around as though expecting him to return. For all of those jokes she often cracked about him being a puppy, it was her that will wait patiently for him to come pick her up. ]
Setting: Floor 48
Time: November 9
Format: Quick to start, will match
Summary: The tower taunts Rin when she's already in a poor mood.
Warnings: Characters are likely to be endangered if they provoke her.
►►► FLOOR 48;
[ Rin knew the moment he was taken from her. Any Master can feel the bond ripped from them and if that wasn't enough indication, the Command Seals along her flesh went dormant. In fact it was the hand she found herself gazing upon in the graveyard, sitting on a freshly dug (up?) patch of dity, the formerly vibrant red seals now barely seen against her pale skin. If that wasn't evident enough, then the stone marker with the name L A N C E R was indication enough of who she lost. Rin's never had anyone in her life, so for the brief time she held a Servant was the most social interaction she's ever had.
Losing him stung more than she's willing to let on.
For those brave enough to seek her out, they might feel a more ominous presence in the air around them. Yes, she's vulnerable without a Servant, but in no way is she weak. Willing to advertise that much, she hopes it's enough to keep people away.
Later on the evening, even if she's left, Rin will return to this place not to mourn. No, she'll wait around as though expecting him to return. For all of those jokes she often cracked about him being a puppy, it was her that will wait patiently for him to come pick her up. ]

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[Since really this is just the pot calling the kettle black.]
I don't know, that old man in red seemed quite against us interacting with each other.
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[ It's strange that he's been speaking with Lelouch and for a moment, she feels her anger rise. How dare that man in red talk to someone who knows how weak Rin can be. It bothers her in a way that she can't describe as she takes in a deep breath; a weak attempt to keep herself calm, but one nonetheless. The first step in changing herself. ]
He's not my keeper, so there's no point in worrying about him. In fact, I think it's a lot more fun to spend time together now that I know he opposes it. Would you care to stay the night in my room?
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[Beat.]
But it's not my place to lecture you on obedience or concern.
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[/smug]
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[ Her voice is a tad bit more hopeful than she cares to admit. ]
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[Oh, there seemed to be some sort of an emotional weakness here.
Excellent.]
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Funny, you seem the type to hide behind the shadows and just trick others into doing work for you. I suppose I could be wrong about that though.
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[try him.
he's been through sort of worse things than dark, swallowy things.]