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towerofanimus2013-01-04 11:14 pm
oathshackledbird) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-04 11:14 pm
I Don't Think That's How...
Characters: Zero Lancer and whoever would like to join!
Setting: Starting in room 4-16, then heading to the cafeteria, and from there floor six.
Format: Whatever you would like!
Summary: Zero Lancer wakes up in a strange place and tries to figure out what's going on.
Warnings: Spoilers for Lancer's end in the series.
Room 4-16
[The moment he is able to move from the strange paralysis that has gripped him upon waking, Lancer's hand sweeps out to grab one of the two letters his eyes spot on the table near his bed. While the time he's been unable to move has been brief, for a trained warrior in a unfamiliar place, that time has still seemed like an eternity.
An eternity trapped in mystery. An eternity not knowing if his master...]
Right, my master...
[The word drips with an anger unusual to him as his empty hand rises to rest over his heart--over the place where there should have been a gaping hole from the spear he had been forced to drive through his own chest.
The wound is no longer there.]
What is going on? How can this be?
[Lancer's eyes focus back on the letter in his hand and he quickly opens it. After only a few moments, the letter floats onto his bed. Dropped in surprise? Shock? He's not really sure what to call the feeling that tears through his heart. Shock he had felt when he had been betrayed by the master he'd given everything to. Surprise he had felt when he realized, in those final moments, how angry it had made him.
The emotion he feels now that he has been told that his world is dead and he is still alive instead of it being the other way around is something he can't put a name to. And while he doesn't know what to call that emotion, he does know he can't just keep sitting on the bed in this strange place wondering what's going on.
Lancer quickly rises to his feet and summons his armor and spear to his side. The summoning is as natural to him as breathing and he never once doubts that they will come when called. He does, however, notice that while the white outfit had woke up in is now gone, the collar is still there. It's an annoyance, but something he can deal with later once he's gotten some answers.
He's about to leave his room when the trunk at the end of his bed catches his eye. He's not quite sure why, but he gets the feeling he should really look into it before leaving. If the letters had held information, then why not the trunk as well?
Anyone who happens by 4-16 and looks or stops in may find him still kneeling in front of the now opened trunk. Asking about what looks to be the tears in the corners of his eyes may or may not be a good idea.]
The Cafeteria
[While servants technically don't have to eat, since Lancer has no idea how things work in this strange place, he is currently eating a bowl of very tasteless oatmeal. Not that it really bothers him considering some of the things he had eaten while in the Fianna and on the run from Fionn. Tasteless actually is an improvement from what some of those things had tasted like.
To be honest, he's not here for the food anyway. Since the cafeteria was mentioned in the letter, it only stands to reason that a good number of people would be there--new and old alike. And that does seem to be the case, so the servant in green sits at one of the cafeteria tables slowly making his way through his own bowl, his head bowed over it almost as if he's shy. While he's not really shy, he is somewhat worried about his curse and how it will affect the people here. So far, though, no one seems to be having troubles with it leading him to hope that it's not active. Those who take the time to look into his eyes will find that, far from looking shy, they are observing the room and its occupants with an intensity that only those who have fought many many a battle can achieve.]
Floor Six
[After learning all he can in the cafeteria, Lancer decides to slowly start making his way back up the tower so that he can find out what secrets each floor holds. Already he's heard tell that many of the floors are dangerous and even deadly to those who make a misstep on them, but this floor seems far too peaceful for that. He takes a few steps away from the stairway, but doesn't go too far, keeping in mind the things he had overheard from others. How some floors look completely safe, only to become deathtraps in the blink of an eye.
Movement to his left draws Lancer's attention, but he smiles when he notices it's just a deer. A...mutated deer, but a deer just the same. In all honesty, it's not the strangest thing he's seen. He grew up in a world of oddities after all.
The deer watches him for a few moments longer before disappearing back into the forest. As it disappears, Lancer closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. Maybe it is just because of what he found in his trunk, but this forest with all its oddities makes him feel strangely at home.
Unconsciously, his hand raises to touch the torc that sits tightly around his neck slightly above the collar. He could have worn it lower as he had when it had first been given to him, but no. Lancer can't stand the idea of the gift Oscar had spent so much time finding for him being hidden by that thing...that annoyance he still hasn't found a way to be rid of.
And so he stands there, lost in thought. Thoughts of the old days, of his old friends, things supposedly on a world that might or might not have been destroyed. He still isn't sure what he believes. He just knows that at least here he has these small things, these memories.
He didn't have any of that in the war...]
Setting: Starting in room 4-16, then heading to the cafeteria, and from there floor six.
Format: Whatever you would like!
Summary: Zero Lancer wakes up in a strange place and tries to figure out what's going on.
Warnings: Spoilers for Lancer's end in the series.
Room 4-16
[The moment he is able to move from the strange paralysis that has gripped him upon waking, Lancer's hand sweeps out to grab one of the two letters his eyes spot on the table near his bed. While the time he's been unable to move has been brief, for a trained warrior in a unfamiliar place, that time has still seemed like an eternity.
An eternity trapped in mystery. An eternity not knowing if his master...]
Right, my master...
[The word drips with an anger unusual to him as his empty hand rises to rest over his heart--over the place where there should have been a gaping hole from the spear he had been forced to drive through his own chest.
The wound is no longer there.]
What is going on? How can this be?
[Lancer's eyes focus back on the letter in his hand and he quickly opens it. After only a few moments, the letter floats onto his bed. Dropped in surprise? Shock? He's not really sure what to call the feeling that tears through his heart. Shock he had felt when he had been betrayed by the master he'd given everything to. Surprise he had felt when he realized, in those final moments, how angry it had made him.
The emotion he feels now that he has been told that his world is dead and he is still alive instead of it being the other way around is something he can't put a name to. And while he doesn't know what to call that emotion, he does know he can't just keep sitting on the bed in this strange place wondering what's going on.
Lancer quickly rises to his feet and summons his armor and spear to his side. The summoning is as natural to him as breathing and he never once doubts that they will come when called. He does, however, notice that while the white outfit had woke up in is now gone, the collar is still there. It's an annoyance, but something he can deal with later once he's gotten some answers.
He's about to leave his room when the trunk at the end of his bed catches his eye. He's not quite sure why, but he gets the feeling he should really look into it before leaving. If the letters had held information, then why not the trunk as well?
Anyone who happens by 4-16 and looks or stops in may find him still kneeling in front of the now opened trunk. Asking about what looks to be the tears in the corners of his eyes may or may not be a good idea.]
The Cafeteria
[While servants technically don't have to eat, since Lancer has no idea how things work in this strange place, he is currently eating a bowl of very tasteless oatmeal. Not that it really bothers him considering some of the things he had eaten while in the Fianna and on the run from Fionn. Tasteless actually is an improvement from what some of those things had tasted like.
To be honest, he's not here for the food anyway. Since the cafeteria was mentioned in the letter, it only stands to reason that a good number of people would be there--new and old alike. And that does seem to be the case, so the servant in green sits at one of the cafeteria tables slowly making his way through his own bowl, his head bowed over it almost as if he's shy. While he's not really shy, he is somewhat worried about his curse and how it will affect the people here. So far, though, no one seems to be having troubles with it leading him to hope that it's not active. Those who take the time to look into his eyes will find that, far from looking shy, they are observing the room and its occupants with an intensity that only those who have fought many many a battle can achieve.]
Floor Six
[After learning all he can in the cafeteria, Lancer decides to slowly start making his way back up the tower so that he can find out what secrets each floor holds. Already he's heard tell that many of the floors are dangerous and even deadly to those who make a misstep on them, but this floor seems far too peaceful for that. He takes a few steps away from the stairway, but doesn't go too far, keeping in mind the things he had overheard from others. How some floors look completely safe, only to become deathtraps in the blink of an eye.
Movement to his left draws Lancer's attention, but he smiles when he notices it's just a deer. A...mutated deer, but a deer just the same. In all honesty, it's not the strangest thing he's seen. He grew up in a world of oddities after all.
The deer watches him for a few moments longer before disappearing back into the forest. As it disappears, Lancer closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. Maybe it is just because of what he found in his trunk, but this forest with all its oddities makes him feel strangely at home.
Unconsciously, his hand raises to touch the torc that sits tightly around his neck slightly above the collar. He could have worn it lower as he had when it had first been given to him, but no. Lancer can't stand the idea of the gift Oscar had spent so much time finding for him being hidden by that thing...that annoyance he still hasn't found a way to be rid of.
And so he stands there, lost in thought. Thoughts of the old days, of his old friends, things supposedly on a world that might or might not have been destroyed. He still isn't sure what he believes. He just knows that at least here he has these small things, these memories.
He didn't have any of that in the war...]
Re: cafeteria
[Lancer smiles at her kindly, though the smile is actually more of a smirk. When he had first heard her voice, he had expected someone much younger than the person currently standing before him. Her voice had just had that...tone to it. Now that he can see she is older than he expected, he gets the feeling she's playing a game with him. Fishing for a reaction.
It's a game he can play with the best of them. He'd had five children after all.]
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[ She grabs an empty bowl that's still lingering around, and as she waves a hand it's filled up with what at first seems like candy.. ]
I mean, I'm sure some people here would love to eat this, but..
[ She waves her hand again and the candy turns into spiders. ]
Then they find this..! Kyahaha, wouldn't that be the greatest prank?!
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Perhaps amusing to some, but not so much to those who might truly fear or become sick because of spiders. What one considers funny is not always so to another.
Tell me, do truly enjoy pranks like that? Is there not something more important you should be doing?
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After all, what's an Endless Witch to do if she's given great powers like this, riiight? Shouldn't I use them while you have them?
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Though, if you have as much power as it sounds you do, you have to be responsible with how you use it. Don't you wish to know if your world is really gone or how to get back to it? Wouldn't finding the answer to these questions be better than playing silly pranks?
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But you seriously haven't heard of Endless Witches before? G-e-e-z, I can't believe how dim-witted people are here..! They're the most powerful witches around, of course!
[ Unfortunately Evatrice is smart, but her ego too large to not brag about this, despite it being giving away information. Even if it's her biased information.. ]
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How can you not care about your world? It's where you come from. All of your family and friends are there. Surely, even one as powerful as yourself has someone back home that they care about.
[Then again, perhaps with her love of pranks and the power to so easily pull them off, she actually doesn't. That thought saddens Lancer. No one should have to go through life alone.]
Unfortunately, my world has nothing like you describe. The closest we would have are those who qualify for the Caster class or mages who can use a good amount of magic themselves though I don't think any mere mage could match you.
[Well, maybe in the ego department they could, but when it comes down to sheer power, she probably does have them beaten, and beaten badly, from what he can tell.]
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No way, I have nobody back home. Like a powerful witch like me would have friends or family, heh..! I don't need anyone, the entire world is just my toybox! [ a giggle. ] So you're right, nobody can just match up to me like that! I can do whatever I want..!
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You are a child. A spoiled one at that if you truly believe those things. Your power is wasted on you.
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Wasted? No way, it's only wasted when it's given to someone who will just do nothing with them, right?! I know how to use my power! Isn't this power exactly what gives you the opportunity to play around as a kid?!
Lancer, please stop taunting the witch whose powers you don't understand. K, thanks.
[Lancer's eyes narrow and he leans toward her slightly.]
And despite your actions and looks, I suspect you haven't been a child for a long time. Don't you think you should stop acting like one?
AHAHAHA YES, this is not a good path to go down, lancer..
And who do you think you are that you think you can lecture me, Beatrice, the great Endless Witch..?!
Curse that E-Ranked Luck! He knows not what he's doing...
If Endless Witches are as great as you claim them to be, then I see no Endless Witch in front of me. I see merely a spoiled child, and as the father of five children I think I know a spoiled one when I see one.
E-ranked awareness too, apparently.. run while you can, lancer!!
One with a death wish to boot!
Lancer...why must you get yourself killed trying to teach a lesson to someone who doesn't care????
If you think I'm afraid of you, you're wrong. I've faced death many, many times. It doesn't scare me anymore. And if you strike out at me because I've told you something you don't want to hear, it will only prove what I've said is true...
You are undeserving of your power.
alas, no lessons will ever help with her.. b-but at least you tried, lancer!!
So instead she waves her hand and Lancer's bowl seems to grow teeth and it starts snapping and jumping to bite and chomp down on his hand. It isn't anything lethal, even if it's painful, but it's seemingly good enough for her right now. ]
The next time I see you, I'll kill you over and over again, got it..?!
[ And with that she turns around, stomping off. ]
He lives only cause his mun is too new to think that death requires a permissions post! LOL!
He can't help but smile a little when the bowl falls still as soon as the spear touches it. Really, children like her never stop to think that even an old man like him might have a few tricks up his sleeve.
He unsummons his spear and watches the bowl a moment, glad when it doesn't revert to its monstrous form. The change is only temporary, then, but he doesn't let that fact go to his head. It's obvious she was only using a barest fraction of her power. If she had been even a little more serious it is entirely possible that Gae Dearg's ability would have been useless.]
Children!
[Lancer sighs and looks at his hand. The wound isn't serious and will likely be healed in a matter of hours even without a master to restore his energy, but for the moment it is bleeding a fair bit and if he doesn't have bandaged, it's going to make a rather large mess.
So, he rises to his feet and sets off on another first. His first trip to the infirmary.]
(OOC: Forgive me if I'm wrong in assuming that magic she's put so little effort into would be able to be nullified by his spear's ability! I don't know a lot about how magic works in her world.)
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