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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...]
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You are? [ She doesn't show any fear whenever she addresses him, but her voice barely has a polite tone to it. ] Well?
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Despite the fact that his senses are screaming for him to keep his distance and that her voice screams distaste, he smiles at her.]
I am Lancer and if what I'm sensing around you is correct, I suspect that you know exactly what that name makes me.
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[ Her disappointment isn't easily masked, so she makes no attempt to hide it with a smile. Instead, her eyebrows burrow downwards as she glares towards him. ]
You're not the one I want.
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My apologies Lady. I didn't realize you had ordered a specific type of Lancer. I would suggest putting in a complaint to the tower administrators, but somehow I don't think it will really help any.
I am, however, rooming with another Lancer. This one with blue hair. Shall I send him to meet you? Perhaps he will be more to your liking.
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[ Rin's voice has a bit of hope behind it, but then it's dashed just as quick. While her Lancer originally did have blue hair... ]
Ah, never mind that. [ Holding up a hand to her hair, she pulls it into the palm of her hand to stare it down briefly. ] The one I want looks identical to me.
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I'm sorry, Lady. He's not like you as you already have said. I take it is your servant who you are missing? If you care for him so, it's a shame the tower had to be so cruel as to separate you. I can only hope that he will be returned to your side someday.
[How strange it is for Lancer to see this girl who had seemed so dark only a few moments ago, almost seeming to grieve over the lost of her servant now. If only his Mast--
No. No, he isn't going to go there. Not now.]
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[ Rin's quick to pull up her cold facade anytime her true self feels threatened in any way. ] I already have another Servant to serve me in the meantime, so don't feel as though you can have an easy shot at me.
Speaking of Masters, who is yours? You have to have had one at some point. Maybe I could help you find them.
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Well if that's the case, you can tell your servant I mean neither he nor you any harm. The war is over for me and even if it weren't, I don't think I would care to participate at this point.
As for my master, he doesn't seem to be here and even if he were I...I don't think I would wish to associate with him. We...parted on bad terms.
[Bad terms being a massive understatement...]
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[ Rin's curt tone gives her intentions away easily enough as she looks him over, studying him in ways he's probably used to from ladies like herself. ]
Hm... Let me see your Noble Phantasm. [ Worth a shot. ]
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[He smirks and summons out his spear twirling it with an unnecessary flourish before setting the end at his foot and holding the head out toward her. He doesn't unseal it, though. There's no need to go that far in answering her little challenge. Not yet.]
It's just a shame the tower didn't see fit to return her sister to me when it brought me here. I was forced to destroy my other Noble Phantasm in the war. It's not like I can't use one with just as much skill. I just prefer having both.
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[ That surprises her because she's never heard of a Lancer using two spears. In fact, the two Servants of the lance she's happened upon in her lifetime both choose to use a single spear. The same one. It's hard to tell from the way it's covered, but she suspects that it's not Gaebolg. ]
How do you use two?
[ Even though he did ask her about her Servant and denied her all the same, Rin feels that the topic is a bit too personal to revisit. So she'll latch onto this distraction and use it to further distance herself from it. He's welcomed to bring it up again, for what little good it would do him. ]
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Yes, Lady, another spear. And one wields two spears in a way similar to how one would wield two swords. Is the concept really so odd? Warriors of my time were taught from a young age how to fight with both hands since one could so easily be injured. Does it not make sense to eventually extend that ability to use either hand to using a weapon in both? One protects.
[He draws the spear back toward himself in a defensive motion.]
While the other attacks.
[Lancer suddenly thrusts the spear's point out in an attacking motion, but is careful to make sure it's not pointed anywhere near her. He's not attacking her after all, just demonstrating his point.]
Any other questions?
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Are you going to try to kill me too?
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[Lancer's still not sure what to call what he senses in her. In a way, it reminds him of the overwhelming anger and hatred he had felt when he'd been betrayed during the 4th war, only where his darkness had been temporary (it had been, hadn't it?), hers he can tell is anything but temporary. Hers infuses every bit of her being, but then again, unlike with him, she controls it and not the other way around.
When she wants to. When she feels like it.
Lancer's face softens and he desummons his spear, moving to kneel a few feet from her.]
I have already told you I will not. What more can I do to prove it to you?
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[ Rin speaks as though this is an expected event and that there's really no changing it. ] I don't think there's any way to prove it. So don't worry about it.
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[His eyes narrow.]
Do you feel that you are in danger from them? If so, shouldn't your servant be paying closer attention? Spending more time at your side? It is his duty.
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[ Yes, she feels as though she's in danger every single day she's here. Eventually she'll adjust. ]
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No, Lady, that is wrong. Even if you can take care of yourself it is still his duty to know what your plans and worries are. Not doing so means he has no right to call himself your servant. So, I would say you are right. You have no servant. At least, not one worthy of the name.
It sounds very much like this man needs to look long as his priorities and decide what is actually more important to him--running around playing hero to others or sticking by and protecting the one he is sworn to.