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towerofanimus2013-01-13 01:31 am
prototyper) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 01:31 am
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Forever is a pretty long time
Characters: Ayaka Sajyou and you!
Setting: Pretty much everywhere the entire week.
Format: Action, but I'll match ~.
Summary: Ayaka's been waiting for prince charming. Ten year later, that bastard has yet to show up.
Warnings: Nothing right now, other than a very angry tsundere.
Doorm floors / around 02-17
[ To be perfectly honest, Ayaka's lost track of the time she's been at the tower. But she knows she's been waiting for a long time. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Waiting for her real servant to come along. But that day never came.
She was lonely. She was a twenty-seven year old girl waiting for some dumb servant. How childish.
For the most part, Ayaka hung around the dorm floors. There was nothing to really explore. She was sick of this place. Right now, she's leaning against a random wall and staring off into space. Maybe you should try and talk to her? ]
Floor Twenty-five
[ This place again. There's not much going on except for Ayaka sitting. Occasionally, she'll mumble to herself though the words are pretty unclear. However, the next few words are actually clear! ]
I should have never gotten involved with any of them. I'd rather fight ten Holy Grail Wars then spend a damn minute in the same room as them.
Graveyard
You really have forgotten about me, haven't you?
[ See Ayaka. See Ayaka talking to a particular gravestone. She's sitting, her knees up to her chest as her eyes cast downwards. She knows the gravestone won't answer back but all of these years of built up frustration is starting to finally get to her. ]
Whatever. I don't care anymore. I knew I lost you a long time ago. Lancer isn't a good servant either. He doesn't care about me anymore and neither do you.
[ She buries her face in her knees. ]
I don't care... I don't care... I don't care...
Around the tower.
[ Feel free to spot Ayaka anywhere else in the tower. ]
Setting: Pretty much everywhere the entire week.
Format: Action, but I'll match ~.
Summary: Ayaka's been waiting for prince charming. Ten year later, that bastard has yet to show up.
Warnings: Nothing right now, other than a very angry tsundere.
Doorm floors / around 02-17
[ To be perfectly honest, Ayaka's lost track of the time she's been at the tower. But she knows she's been waiting for a long time. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Waiting for her real servant to come along. But that day never came.
She was lonely. She was a twenty-seven year old girl waiting for some dumb servant. How childish.
For the most part, Ayaka hung around the dorm floors. There was nothing to really explore. She was sick of this place. Right now, she's leaning against a random wall and staring off into space. Maybe you should try and talk to her? ]
Floor Twenty-five
[ This place again. There's not much going on except for Ayaka sitting. Occasionally, she'll mumble to herself though the words are pretty unclear. However, the next few words are actually clear! ]
I should have never gotten involved with any of them. I'd rather fight ten Holy Grail Wars then spend a damn minute in the same room as them.
Graveyard
You really have forgotten about me, haven't you?
[ See Ayaka. See Ayaka talking to a particular gravestone. She's sitting, her knees up to her chest as her eyes cast downwards. She knows the gravestone won't answer back but all of these years of built up frustration is starting to finally get to her. ]
Whatever. I don't care anymore. I knew I lost you a long time ago. Lancer isn't a good servant either. He doesn't care about me anymore and neither do you.
[ She buries her face in her knees. ]
I don't care... I don't care... I don't care...
Around the tower.
[ Feel free to spot Ayaka anywhere else in the tower. ]
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[ And she takes her hand. ]
I've been in such a daze lately... [ Lately? More like "ten years". ]
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Has the Hound not been tending to you?
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I guess the years have changed us. [ She felt like a burden to Lancer, but she didn't want to admit this out loud. ] People grow distant. People change, and we're both victims of that.
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