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towerofanimus2013-01-13 11:12 am
oathshackledbird) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 11:12 am
Entry tags:
Dark Knight of the Soul...
Characters: Zero Lancer and anyone else!
Setting: Various locations throughout the week focusing on the ones listed below.
Format: Action brackets to start, but whatever you want after.
Summary: It's been hundreds, if not thousands, of years for Zero Lancer. That is, if there is enough left of the knight of old that he can even be called the same person.
Warnings: Okay, things have gone downhill enough in some of the threads that I'm completely revamping the warnings on this. So New Warnings/Potential Triggers on: Language, Suicide, Violence, Blood, Psychological Abuse, Depression, and Mental Self-Harm.
Room 4-16:
[He stretches, shoulders rolling and bringing life to the large bird of prey tattoo that covers most of his back. Black and brown feathers glisten, but seem dim when compared to the glow of the bird's golden eyes.
It's late by Lancer's internal clock, but considering when he'd come to bed, late is really a relative term. Still, he doesn't rush to get up and moving. Why should he? It's not like he has any plans for the day. Nothing new anyway. Just the same pattern he's followed for the last...
A sigh slips from his lips. How long doesn't matter anymore. He just knows it's been far too long since he's found something able to keep his attention. Even sleeping is more interesting sometimes which is why he's started doing it regularly when he doesn't actually have to.
Lancer runs a hand through his now very white hair and finally slinks his way out of bed. Much like the tattoo, he doesn't actually remember when his hair changed. Honestly, he doesn't care. There's nothing interesting in pondering the whys after all.
He gathers his clothes from the floor and slides back into them. Long gone is the armor he used to constantly wear. Instead, Lancer's outfit consists of a black halter top given to him by...someone who had once said it was a shame to cover up even a small portion of the work that had been done on his back and a pair of black pants that fit much better than they have any right to. His feet remain bare, though. For a servant such as he, shoes are hardly necessary and he enjoys the feel of the floor against his skin.
Another sigh slips from lips that curl into a slight smirk. The tower feels slightly different today. Maybe...just maybe he'll find something interesting out there after all.]
The Restaurant (Floor 21):
[Golden eyes watch as people move in and out of the restaurant. While there is a slight smirk on his face, Lancer's eyes show nothing but boredom. There had been a time when he had found some joy in this place. He had purposely eaten there so that he would have the chance to go hunting. There had been a thrill--a hope--that sometime they might actually give him an item to find he wouldn't be able to.
That thrill hadn't lasted long. Even once he had added in his own rules to the hunt, he'd never once failed to find what they wanted in the time they wanted it.
Though...he's almost tempted to try again. It's been a long time since he's gone on a hunt and the excitement of even a bad hunt at this point would be welcome.
And so he stands there and ponders just how bored he truly is...]
The Gymnasium (Floor 39):
[At times, he's moving so fast that all a normal person can see is a blur. Those who are better at following fast movement or just have advanced eyesight will see much more--a man practicing a complicated series of strikes and parries with his spear. Each motion flows flawlessly to the next and the next with no sign of slowing down or stopping. Most of the time, his feet have a very loose relationship with the ground.
Then. there is a break in the flurry of motion as Lancer launches himself into the air and comes to light on the tip of his spear, bare feet resting far too comfortably on its sharpened blade. While he balances there, his face for the first time loses its bored look--he can, after all, do these practices with his eyes closed he is so used to them--and gains a satisfied smirk. How many men had foolishly died trying to mimic this trick? Too, too many.
Lancer flips himself forward off the spear point and drops right back into his practice though a bit of warmth fills his heart at the memories. They had been stupid enough to try and mimic his walk across Moralltach's blade as well. How had Fionn ever believed that these fools could have brought him down?
He laughs and flips himself to rest on the top of the spear again arms out and head back. It had been glorious if he gave himself the credit he should. He had defeated most of their army with just a few measly tricks and they had not even known it was him until he told them.
Fools all they were and better off dead for it.
Lancer flips backward off the spear this time desummoning it as he falls. One hand drops to his waist and pulls the short sword bound there free. It had taken him quite a bit of time to fashion it in the workshop, but after how long he has finally managed to make something that is both strong enough to survive being used by a servant and well balanced enough to strike true when needed since the last thing he wants to do is be stuck fighting a monster that can nullify his abilities for very long.
Okay, that is a lie. Now that he has such a trustworthy non-magical blade, fighting these kinds of monster has become a game for him just like fighting anything else in this place.
A smirk slides across his face as he starts into another set of strikes and parries, this time with the blade. Perhaps tonight he needs to test it yet again--play the game yet again.]
Any floor/hallway where monsters can be found at night:
[Lancer leaps backward slightly opening the distance between himself and the monster. He doesn't know what it's called and doesn't care other than it's one of those who are able to cancel out abilities. And this particular monster has a couple of friends who aren't too far away and are closing in on him pretty quickly.
The smile on his face is entirely too happy for the situation he's in. Most people would be terrified. Him...he's just waiting. Waiting for them to gather all in one place. Waiting for that moment...
He suddenly dashes forward. A quick set of twists and slashes later and the monsters are dead at his feet, their blood dripping down his face and staining his hair.
Lancer is quiet for several moments before throwing his head back and beginning to laugh. The laughter is sad, though. Even without his powers they were no challenge. None at all.
So much for having chance to play tonight. Perhaps if his is lucky on the way back to his room he'll find someone interested in a different type of game entirely...]
Anywhere else:
[During the day or night Lancer can be found prowling around the tower just about anywhere looking for something--anything--that might spark his interest.]
Setting: Various locations throughout the week focusing on the ones listed below.
Format: Action brackets to start, but whatever you want after.
Summary: It's been hundreds, if not thousands, of years for Zero Lancer. That is, if there is enough left of the knight of old that he can even be called the same person.
Warnings: Okay, things have gone downhill enough in some of the threads that I'm completely revamping the warnings on this. So New Warnings/Potential Triggers on: Language, Suicide, Violence, Blood, Psychological Abuse, Depression, and Mental Self-Harm.
Room 4-16:
[He stretches, shoulders rolling and bringing life to the large bird of prey tattoo that covers most of his back. Black and brown feathers glisten, but seem dim when compared to the glow of the bird's golden eyes.
It's late by Lancer's internal clock, but considering when he'd come to bed, late is really a relative term. Still, he doesn't rush to get up and moving. Why should he? It's not like he has any plans for the day. Nothing new anyway. Just the same pattern he's followed for the last...
A sigh slips from his lips. How long doesn't matter anymore. He just knows it's been far too long since he's found something able to keep his attention. Even sleeping is more interesting sometimes which is why he's started doing it regularly when he doesn't actually have to.
Lancer runs a hand through his now very white hair and finally slinks his way out of bed. Much like the tattoo, he doesn't actually remember when his hair changed. Honestly, he doesn't care. There's nothing interesting in pondering the whys after all.
He gathers his clothes from the floor and slides back into them. Long gone is the armor he used to constantly wear. Instead, Lancer's outfit consists of a black halter top given to him by...someone who had once said it was a shame to cover up even a small portion of the work that had been done on his back and a pair of black pants that fit much better than they have any right to. His feet remain bare, though. For a servant such as he, shoes are hardly necessary and he enjoys the feel of the floor against his skin.
Another sigh slips from lips that curl into a slight smirk. The tower feels slightly different today. Maybe...just maybe he'll find something interesting out there after all.]
The Restaurant (Floor 21):
[Golden eyes watch as people move in and out of the restaurant. While there is a slight smirk on his face, Lancer's eyes show nothing but boredom. There had been a time when he had found some joy in this place. He had purposely eaten there so that he would have the chance to go hunting. There had been a thrill--a hope--that sometime they might actually give him an item to find he wouldn't be able to.
That thrill hadn't lasted long. Even once he had added in his own rules to the hunt, he'd never once failed to find what they wanted in the time they wanted it.
Though...he's almost tempted to try again. It's been a long time since he's gone on a hunt and the excitement of even a bad hunt at this point would be welcome.
And so he stands there and ponders just how bored he truly is...]
The Gymnasium (Floor 39):
[At times, he's moving so fast that all a normal person can see is a blur. Those who are better at following fast movement or just have advanced eyesight will see much more--a man practicing a complicated series of strikes and parries with his spear. Each motion flows flawlessly to the next and the next with no sign of slowing down or stopping. Most of the time, his feet have a very loose relationship with the ground.
Then. there is a break in the flurry of motion as Lancer launches himself into the air and comes to light on the tip of his spear, bare feet resting far too comfortably on its sharpened blade. While he balances there, his face for the first time loses its bored look--he can, after all, do these practices with his eyes closed he is so used to them--and gains a satisfied smirk. How many men had foolishly died trying to mimic this trick? Too, too many.
Lancer flips himself forward off the spear point and drops right back into his practice though a bit of warmth fills his heart at the memories. They had been stupid enough to try and mimic his walk across Moralltach's blade as well. How had Fionn ever believed that these fools could have brought him down?
He laughs and flips himself to rest on the top of the spear again arms out and head back. It had been glorious if he gave himself the credit he should. He had defeated most of their army with just a few measly tricks and they had not even known it was him until he told them.
Fools all they were and better off dead for it.
Lancer flips backward off the spear this time desummoning it as he falls. One hand drops to his waist and pulls the short sword bound there free. It had taken him quite a bit of time to fashion it in the workshop, but after how long he has finally managed to make something that is both strong enough to survive being used by a servant and well balanced enough to strike true when needed since the last thing he wants to do is be stuck fighting a monster that can nullify his abilities for very long.
Okay, that is a lie. Now that he has such a trustworthy non-magical blade, fighting these kinds of monster has become a game for him just like fighting anything else in this place.
A smirk slides across his face as he starts into another set of strikes and parries, this time with the blade. Perhaps tonight he needs to test it yet again--play the game yet again.]
Any floor/hallway where monsters can be found at night:
[Lancer leaps backward slightly opening the distance between himself and the monster. He doesn't know what it's called and doesn't care other than it's one of those who are able to cancel out abilities. And this particular monster has a couple of friends who aren't too far away and are closing in on him pretty quickly.
The smile on his face is entirely too happy for the situation he's in. Most people would be terrified. Him...he's just waiting. Waiting for them to gather all in one place. Waiting for that moment...
He suddenly dashes forward. A quick set of twists and slashes later and the monsters are dead at his feet, their blood dripping down his face and staining his hair.
Lancer is quiet for several moments before throwing his head back and beginning to laugh. The laughter is sad, though. Even without his powers they were no challenge. None at all.
So much for having chance to play tonight. Perhaps if his is lucky on the way back to his room he'll find someone interested in a different type of game entirely...]
Anywhere else:
[During the day or night Lancer can be found prowling around the tower just about anywhere looking for something--anything--that might spark his interest.]
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Huuuuh..? What did you decide to do? [ Of course she means the difference in clothes, but not like he'll get it's been much shorter for her, just like it has really been.. ] Decided to change your clothes?
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[He motions toward the restaurant, ignoring her question about his clothes.]
Now that you are here, though, perhaps I've been saved from yet another boring hunt. Do say you have an interesting prank in mind that you wouldn't mind some help with.
[Lancer smirks at her and winks.]
I'll do anything you ask of me as long as it ends with a good time and I would think, by now Lady, you know well that I mean anything.
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Not that it's.. a bad thing though. After all, he seems much more fun like this, even if it's confusing.
So slowly her surprised expression fades into a smirk instead. ]
Is that so..? [ She giggles, but there's something omnious about it, holding her hands behind her back. ] You'd really do anything to help me out?
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Anything, Lady. Have I ever disappointed you before? I am a man of my word.
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I thought you were such a stickler for what's right, so annoyingly sappy and boring..!
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He crosses the distance between them in a few steps and kneels at her feet, a smirk on his face.]
Then, Lady Witch, you must think of something extra special for me to do this time. Something that will prove beyond a doubt that I am those things no longer!
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Even if she hopes it's a permanent change, honestly. ]
Kyahaha! Why don't you come watch me have some fun then? If part of you still wants to protest while seeing that, then we'll know for sure whether you still are like that or not, ri-ght?
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[He smirks up at her, lazily.]
Shall we begin? Merely lead the way, and I will follow.
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So just stand there watch, got it? You can have some fun too if you think you can live up to my style after I'm done!
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When they arrive at the morgue and she orders him to stand back and watch, he does just that with a bow.]
As you wish, Lady. I can hardly wait to see what you are going to teach me.
[He can't help but admit, he is quite curious as to what she's up to.]
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She giggles, and when she raises her hand a golden staff appears in it, her usual school uniform being replaced by a definitely more witch-like outfit. And as she waves the staff, the monster is suddenly pinned to the ground by golden butterflies forming something that almost looks like a chain. With another wave a bulldozer appears out of nowhere, and with a huge speed it moves to drive right over the monster, crushing it to a mix of blood and meat and bones, barely even recognizable, before the machine fades away into golden butterflies.
Evatrice gets more and more gleeful. ]
Did you hear the sound that made?! Kyahaha, that was amazing, amazing..!! Crush, cruuush!
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[An oddly whimsical smile crosses Lancer's face.]
The butterflies were a nice touch. My father wouldn't approve, though. He would prefer something so beautiful only be used for beautiful things and this wouldn't have been considered beautiful. Oh well, not everything in the world can be so.
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[ They're too.. stylish. Too boring. She's into more childish things herself, honestly. ]
Although I have to say that it's lots of fun to change people into butterflies so they can get caught in spider webs and get eaten..!
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Perhaps it would be better if they were a different color. The gold doesn't suit you, but maybe black and red would be better? Something that looks as deadly as you are.
Tell me, do you like to imagine yourself the spider as it hunts its prey?
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Of course..! Isn't that the best kind of metaphor for someone like me? [ Apparently she sees it as some positive kind of thing.. ] I once even completely constricted someone in my red web before, ready to completely crush him! Kyahaha, that was the best, so much fun..! If that granny hadn't ruined it, it would have been the most fun I ever had!
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[He pauses, confusion crossing his face.]
Your red web? Forgive my ignorance, Lady, but what do you mean by that?
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[ She ponders it for a moment, almost with a sing-song tone, before she decides that just demonstrating it is easier. Or, well, just a little. She doesn't just want to show it full out. So.. ]
That creature I just killed is dead. [ With that, a red strand that almost looks like a spider's silk appears, stretching from the ground to the ceiling. Of course it's not a web by itself, but it's easy to see that a lot of them would make up a web together. ]
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You really are a spider, aren't you? Does the webbing require the vocal component to create?
[He's obviously very interested in what she just did. He's seen a lot of strange things while he's been alive, but this...this is different.]
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It's all about cornering your opponent into it by creating logic they can't get out of! Every strand stands for a true line, and if you can make logic that's difficult to escape from then.. stickstickstick, they're stuck, nowhere to go..!
Okay, cool power is cool. :-)
[He watches the strand with rapt attention.]
It is truly a shame that I haven't asked you about the details of your abilities before now. I was missing out.
ahaha, isn't it? when she uses it is one of my favourite scenes in the series..
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[Lancer can't help but grin at her.]
I had no idea just how talented you are. After all, all you showed me back then were some silly little parlor tricks. This is much more interesting. What else can you show me?
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[ She sighs, as if that should've been obvious from the start - according to her logic, at least. ]
And I can do anything, of course! Didn't I tell you..? An Endless Witch has the power to do anything at all!
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I had never heard of anything like what you claiming before. Forgive me for underestimating you and thinking it was mostly a boast. I suspect I was lucky to escape with my foolish life at that time. I think, if you had been so inclined, you really could have killed me then.
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S.. o... starting to feel a little more grateful to me now, hm~? What other great witch-sama would even let you live after that?
[ Okay, it had been more a whim back then. But might as well claim some credit here. ]
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