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towerofanimus2012-12-16 09:26 am
scorchedchivalry) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-16 09:26 am
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Characters: Saber (Alter) and You! (One prompt will have both Saber (Alter) and Irisviel von Einzbern, still open to anyone who wishes to talk to them both.)
Setting: various floors over Dec 14th - 17th (4th, Cafeteria, 47th, 8th and 25th)
Format: Starting Action, but I'll match.
Summary: Saber is sick and takes a moment of indulgence, which leads to problems for theking knight.
Warnings: Stage 2 symptoms involving hallucinations which may lead to violence for the prompts after the first. Also, Fate/Zero spoilers in the 3rd prompt.
[Dec 14th - Floor 4 - with Irisviel (OPEN)]
[With the heat out in the Tower and her lady sick, Saber felt the need to see to Irisviel as best as she could. Never mind that the knight was sick herself - at least she didn't have a fever - her prana still made her the equivalent of a space heater. So it was with the desire to keep the Einzbern magus warm that one could find Saber and Irisviel sitting quite close together on a couch. Draped over them both was Saber's royal blue and fur trimmed greatcloak. The cloak mostly hid the way Saber had her arm about the woman, holding her tenderly against her.
She needed to keep Irisviel warm, after all, and this was quite... relaxing. Even so, the knight watched the passage of the others, coughing a little now and then.]
[ooc: Responses in this prompt will come from both Saber and Irisviel.]
[Dec 15th - Cafeteria]
[Saber was crossing the cafeteria when she suddenly stopped upon the sight of someone. Eyes going wide as if she had seen a ghost, Saber half-reached a hand out before closing it into a fist at her side. She then strode purposefully toward an occupied table with a few empty seats still. Once there, she put both hands on the table.]
My knig--
[She then cut herself off, eyes blinking rapidly as she looked over the empty seats with confusion, paying little attention to those actually sitting there... for the moment.]
[Dec 15th - Floor 47]
[In full armor, Saber moved through the hanging curtains as if searching for something.]
Wait! You and I must speak! I must know if I was the one responsible!
[She suddenly spins around, a look of caution and... paranoia on her face before pulling a sheet aside. Instantly, a monster descends upon her, but the King of Knights was a powerful Servant and the monster was cut down almost as quickly as it appeared by a sword obscured by swirling black and red prana, making it neigh impossible to determine it's exact shape or size.
Once dead, the sword disappears and Saber suddenly looks to the side. Heading that way, she calls out again.]
I am your king! You must heed me. Halt, Lancelot!
[A moment later, Saber stops with a disgruntled sound in the back of her throat, hand coming up to massage her temple. Was she seeing things? Lancelot wasn't there. He couldn't be. She would've felt his presence. Right? So why was she seeing him?]
[Dec 16th - Floor 8]
[She'd seen him go into this maze. The mental puzzle was something that certainly would've appealed to him. She would find him. He would have answers for her.
...and she sorely wished to see her old teacher again, the wise man of great magics that guided her when she was young. If only she could FIND him. Saber wandered through the maze, in search of him, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down. Perhaps someone would come upon her when she stopped, hand on the wall, brow furrowed in thought as she caught her breath.]
[Dec 17th - Floor 25]
[Saber sought out the refuge of the meadow. She sat looking very much unlike the strong, stoic knight she normally was. Arms propped on her knees, she held her head in her hands, bowed with her eyes closed. Her greatcloak spread out across the grass as it hung from her shoulders, and her pale hair was fully down, loose about her shoulders.
...she was going insane. She had to be. Why else would she be seeing them?
Feeling a presence nearby, she glanced up at something in front of her. Oh. Him. She felt the phantom pain in her side where his blade had pierced her, striking a fatal wound in another life.]
Go away, son. I have nothing left to say to you that I can put into words. Please... leave me be.
Setting: various floors over Dec 14th - 17th (4th, Cafeteria, 47th, 8th and 25th)
Format: Starting Action, but I'll match.
Summary: Saber is sick and takes a moment of indulgence, which leads to problems for the
Warnings: Stage 2 symptoms involving hallucinations which may lead to violence for the prompts after the first. Also, Fate/Zero spoilers in the 3rd prompt.
[Dec 14th - Floor 4 - with Irisviel (OPEN)]
[With the heat out in the Tower and her lady sick, Saber felt the need to see to Irisviel as best as she could. Never mind that the knight was sick herself - at least she didn't have a fever - her prana still made her the equivalent of a space heater. So it was with the desire to keep the Einzbern magus warm that one could find Saber and Irisviel sitting quite close together on a couch. Draped over them both was Saber's royal blue and fur trimmed greatcloak. The cloak mostly hid the way Saber had her arm about the woman, holding her tenderly against her.
She needed to keep Irisviel warm, after all, and this was quite... relaxing. Even so, the knight watched the passage of the others, coughing a little now and then.]
[ooc: Responses in this prompt will come from both Saber and Irisviel.]
[Dec 15th - Cafeteria]
[Saber was crossing the cafeteria when she suddenly stopped upon the sight of someone. Eyes going wide as if she had seen a ghost, Saber half-reached a hand out before closing it into a fist at her side. She then strode purposefully toward an occupied table with a few empty seats still. Once there, she put both hands on the table.]
My knig--
[She then cut herself off, eyes blinking rapidly as she looked over the empty seats with confusion, paying little attention to those actually sitting there... for the moment.]
[Dec 15th - Floor 47]
[In full armor, Saber moved through the hanging curtains as if searching for something.]
Wait! You and I must speak! I must know if I was the one responsible!
[She suddenly spins around, a look of caution and... paranoia on her face before pulling a sheet aside. Instantly, a monster descends upon her, but the King of Knights was a powerful Servant and the monster was cut down almost as quickly as it appeared by a sword obscured by swirling black and red prana, making it neigh impossible to determine it's exact shape or size.
Once dead, the sword disappears and Saber suddenly looks to the side. Heading that way, she calls out again.]
I am your king! You must heed me. Halt, Lancelot!
[A moment later, Saber stops with a disgruntled sound in the back of her throat, hand coming up to massage her temple. Was she seeing things? Lancelot wasn't there. He couldn't be. She would've felt his presence. Right? So why was she seeing him?]
[Dec 16th - Floor 8]
[She'd seen him go into this maze. The mental puzzle was something that certainly would've appealed to him. She would find him. He would have answers for her.
...and she sorely wished to see her old teacher again, the wise man of great magics that guided her when she was young. If only she could FIND him. Saber wandered through the maze, in search of him, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down. Perhaps someone would come upon her when she stopped, hand on the wall, brow furrowed in thought as she caught her breath.]
[Dec 17th - Floor 25]
[Saber sought out the refuge of the meadow. She sat looking very much unlike the strong, stoic knight she normally was. Arms propped on her knees, she held her head in her hands, bowed with her eyes closed. Her greatcloak spread out across the grass as it hung from her shoulders, and her pale hair was fully down, loose about her shoulders.
...she was going insane. She had to be. Why else would she be seeing them?
Feeling a presence nearby, she glanced up at something in front of her. Oh. Him. She felt the phantom pain in her side where his blade had pierced her, striking a fatal wound in another life.]
Go away, son. I have nothing left to say to you that I can put into words. Please... leave me be.
Day 17, floor 25. Like the fields from the ol' country...
[Mr. Walker was spared from the sickness himself, most likely from luck with a little bit of carefulness. Much like the opposite of what it usually is.]
[It's usually just luck.]
Saber...
*thinks* (Son? I know we're from the same place, but...who is she, anyway?)
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Allen. You should not sneak up upon me.
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[He thought he made enough noise...oh well.]
Sorry. Hope I didn't disturb you from anything. Heh, I may have also overhead you a little. [He tilts his head in resignation.] Don't think I'm like a spy or something, okay?
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Please forget what you heard. I am afraid I spoke without thought.
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[The air is somewhat tense. And Mr. Walker is totally aware of it.]
*sits* I wasn't going to worry about it, regardless. I don't think I'm old enough to lay down pressure on anyone here, really.
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[It's hard to tell with his hair being white.]
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Let's see...[He pauses for a moment and stares as far from eye contact as possible. A whimsical smile crosses his face at the same time his eyes close.] I think I'm about sixteen by this point.
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Enjoy your youth.
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[But this 'is' Allen Walker.]
So that means you're older than me? And you're from the same country...[He chuckles lighthearted and so carefree.] You're something a little "extra", aren't you?
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What are you implying by 'extra'? I am who I am.
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Any sort of things, I guess. I'd like to say it wouldn't matter, but I'm a little extra myself. heh.
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[He holds his left arm in front of him, as if reaching for the sun itself. A sun that might not even be there.] --just a little bit different from others. Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing. More like I'm saying it's a boat a lot of guys are in right now. It's really just a carefree question.
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...I know that feeling. [His inhuman grasper tightens itself around the sound, shadowing a part of his face.] Maybe not 'precisely' the same thing, though. Keep going if you want, I'm not asking.