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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: floor six
He's never see someone made entirely out of metal before. Was that even possible? While he does have some knowledge of robots from the information that the Grail had given him in the war, none of that information hinted toward something like her even being possible.
Of course, all his curiosity about her is suddenly replaced by embarrassment when he realizes he's staring at her and has been doing so for quite some time.]
I-I'm sorry! No, nothing's wrong!
[He pauses a moment to pull himself together.]
I'm just trying to get my bearings a little, I guess, and this place kind of reminds me of home. I suppose I drifted a bit further into my thoughts than I realized.
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You're new here, yeah? I'm Labrys--it's nice t' meetcha.
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[He smiles at her. It seems a little wrong to let his rudeness go so easily, but if it really doesn't bother her...]
I'm Lancer. It's nice to meet you, Labrys. And you are right, this is my first day here. I was exploring when I came across this floor. I wasn't quite expecting to find a place that so reminded me of home.
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Y' must've come from a real nice place, then. [That was her conclusion, spoken eagerly with a bright smile.] You been t' the twenty-fifth floor yet? It's kinda like this, except there's flowers all over the place. It's real pretty, ain't like anythin' I've ever seen before.
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[Because that is another thing Lancer is desperately trying to wrap his head around. It's obvious all of these different people can't be from the same world. Or the same time for that matter. He's aware that second magic exists, of course. He just never expected to see so much of it at play.]
I haven't been to the 25th floor yet. I actually came down from the dormitories to the cafeteria and am working my way back up from there. If it is as pretty as you say, I will definitely find time to rest a little and enjoy it before I move on.
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And if y' want someone t' explore the tower with, I wouldn't mind comin' with ya--it's usually safer t' go around with someone else, ya know?
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It's an island near a country called England. They are both on the other side of Europe from Japan.
[Lancer nods at her offer.]
Thank you for the assistance. I am quite a skilled fighter, but I have heard that many of these floors hold tricks that can down even the most skilled fighters if they don't know how they work. However, I wouldn't wish to put you into danger. I mean no insult. I merely don't know. Are you able to fight yourself?
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[She nodded quickly, long ponytail bouncing as she did.]
I was built t'fight--I ain't got my axe on me, but I can hold my own without it. You ain't gotta worry about me.
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[Lancer shakes his head. His curiosity about her is back and now he can't help but ask his questions despite how rude it might be.]
I'm afraid I don't understand. Please forgive my rudeness, but what are you? Who built you? I have limited knowledge of robotics I admit, but you...you are so much more complex than anything I have ever hear of before.
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I'm an android. I was made by humans in a laboratory t' fight monsters in my world called Shadows. They programmed me so I'd have a heart and personality--that's how I can go around talkin' and actin' like a human.
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Are you really okay with all of that? With them just having...made you and expected you to fight for them all your life? It doesn't seem right.
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That is excellent news to hear! While you cannot change what they did, you have at least taken control of your life so that you can live it as you see fit. It's just a shame that those who run this tower have brought you here and interrupted things. I suspect that your friends and colleagues must be worried about you back home.
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[Lancer shakes his head.]
I guess some people never learn, do they?
Do you ever think it's odd that so many people from your world have been brought here? Or are you just happy they are here to fight with you?
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[Shrug.]
It's kinda hard t'say, I guess...it's nice t' have 'em nearby, but it ain't exactly paradise here in the first place.
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No, this is most certainly no paradise. I have only been here a short time and I can see that. Though, I am already noticing that I seem to view things a little differently than a lot of people do.
[Lancer looks at the ground for a moment before he continues.]
I died in my world shortly before coming here--died in a way that I would wish on no one. There is nothing for me back on my world. In fact, this place has given me back several things I had lost.
Is it strange that it's doing such good things for me when everyone else says it's nothing but bad?
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That ain't strange at all, Lancer! Ya see, before I got here...I never had a chance t' really see much of anythin'. The lab I was created in had a forest like this and the ocean all around it, and I spent a little time in a city, but...I guess I ain't had any time to get to talk t' people or get to know 'em that well. So I think it's good you got another shot at things, y'know?
The place is kinda a hot mess, but it ain't all bad! When ya get right down to it, I sorta like it.
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Yes, that is exactly it! While I will never approve of their experiments or of hurting others, this is time I shouldn't have. It would be wrong of me to not feel grateful for it and the good I can do during it.
I suppose it's hard for people who haven't experienced things like we have to understand that good can be found even in the worst situations.
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[He smiles at her and then bows.]
Now, you suggested perhaps going to another floor to fight. Is there one you would like to suggest we go to? I would be glad to accompany you there.
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[She seemed a little startled by the fact that he'd bowed to her; things like social protocol had never been included in her programming. After a second's thought she gave a slight bow of her own, straightening up with a cheerful grin.]
I don't know if there's a map or nothin'--I usually stick to the floors I know are safe and get through the ones in between as quick as I can.
They can just disappear off to explore or we can play it. Up to you. :-)
Well then, how about I follow your lead? You can show me the safe floors and we will watch each other's backs as we move through the non-safe ones.