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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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Well, I'm not sure how many people would like to learn to duel wield spears, but I suppose that won't be too much of a problem since I can just as easily only use one.
[He pauses, his face saddening suddenly.]
Actually, I only do have one now so I guess that won't be a problem after all.
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..I'm sure plenty of people might like to know that..but what's wrong with only having one spear? Was the other one important to you?
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[Lancer looks kind of surprised, but shrugs it off.]
A servant's noble phantasms are weapons or other magical items that are literally a part of them--something that is as well known to them as their legend is to others. In my case, my noble phantasms are my spears both of which were gifts to me during my first life. I can summon them at will and they answer to no one but me.
During the war I was in before coming here, I had to make a painful choice. We were fighting a monster that could only be defeated if I sacrificed my weapon to allow a fellow servant access to her full abilities again. Hundreds of innocent lives vs one spear. There was no choice really. A knight could never allow so many innocent people to be hurt. So, I destroyed my spear and I will miss her presence by my side forever, but I will never regret it.
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I'm sorry..I know what Noble Phantasms are, but I wasn't aware that your spears were yours. I'm sorry to hear that you had to destroy something so precious to you. I know it saved a lot of lives, which is good..but it always hurts to lose something like that.
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[Lancer smiles kindly at her.]
It does hurt, I won't deny that, but had I been so selfish as to allow those people to die just so I could keep my spear...that would have been a wound that would never have healed. I would never have been able to call myself a knight again.
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[Tohko smiled back..but it was a little smaller than his.]
Oh, I understand..I would have done the same thing, if I were you. You were up against a rock and a hard place and did what you could. It's good that you were able to save all those people..but it's also a tad sad that you had to lose something like that. That's all.
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[Lancer rises to his feet and holds out a hand to her.]
Is there someplace I could see you to, My Lady, before I go? Consider it a thank you for all of your help.
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Oh, you don't have to thank me! I'm just happy that I can help. However, if there's someplace you would like to go, I can show you where it is.
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Do you have any suggestions or warnings for me?
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I can already tell you that monsters don't come on the dorm floors. But that sounds like a pretty good plan! However..this Tower is a little unstable sometimes, depending on the floor. Just be cautious and you should be fine..at least, that's what I think.
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Please don't worry about me, though. I have no intentions of getting myself killed because of recklessness. If I cannot find a floor I feel comfortable observing from I will abandon my plans until I can get someone to help me.
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[Tohko then chuckled a little.]
While I can't promise that I won't worry, I'll try not to worry too much. However, if you need my help, feel free to ask. I'm a simple book girl, but I might be able to help in a fight.
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Thanks you. I will keep that in mind, Lady Amano. Now, are you sure I can't see you somewhere? To the library you so love, perhaps? Otherwise, I shall take my leave. I want to cover as much ground as I can today.
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If you want to accompany me to the library, I won't stop you..but really, if you have to go and explore, you don't have to worry about me. I can make it on my own.
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[Lancer smirks, and then, before she can object farther, carefully and quickly gathers her into his arms.]
Lead the way, My Lady!
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Alright then! It's just two floors above this one! It's not very far!
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[Once he is sure that she has a secure hold on him, Lancer dashes off toward the staircases. Around them the world blurs though, he is careful not to go fast enough that the speed might hurt her.
Only minutes, or perhaps it's closer to seconds, later they arrive at the library. Despite the great speed at which he brought them there, Lancer isn't winded at all.
He wouldn't be a very good member of the fastest servant class if he had been.]
And we arrive. I hope you enjoyed the trip, Lady Amano.
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T-thank you! That was interesting..I feel like I was just at one of Gatsby's balls!
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I'm glad you enjoyed the trip. In truth, that was actually only a fraction of my full speed. Much faster and you might have been injured instead of just disoriented. Take your time recovering. I will set you down once you are sure you won't fall.
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That is my hope anyway. I will need to slow down to actually explore and I hear that some floors can cancel out special abilities, but fortunately for me, I was fast and agile even before becoming a servant. Hopefully, that will give me an advantage when it comes to facing any troubles on those particular floors.
Come to think of it, I should probably try to find a weapon that isn't magical though since I don't know if my spear will remain summoned if my abilities are canceled and it won't do to put my life or another's at risk if my weapon vanishes. Tell me, how hard do you think it would be to find a non-magical weapon in a place like this?
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I wouldn't be able to tell you if they do or don't..but if they do, you should still be fine if you're fast normally. And it's not too hard to find non-magical weapons here! You can make some in the workshop, if you're good with metal..or..
[Tohko slipped one of her daggers from her belt and offered it to him.]
You could take 'Peter'. I know it's not much, but it might help.
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I am extremely honored at your offer dear lady, but I am afraid I must refuse. You have been training with that weapon--bonding with it. It will serve you better than it would ever serve me. I am more familiar with larger bladed weapons anyway--swords and spears. If there is a workshop where I might make or find one who could make me a weapon, then I will check there first.
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That's alright. Don't worry about it. If my memory's correct, the workshop should be on the fifteenth floor. It's not too far up. But Diarmuid..
[Tohko quickly sheathed 'Peter' before continuing.]
You don't have to call me 'dear lady' if you don't want to. Just call me Tohko.
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I'm sorry, La...Tohko. That is just how things were done in my time. It is a sign of respect and one I do without thinking.
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