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towerofanimus2013-01-20 04:51 pm
faithstaynight) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-20 04:51 pm
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Characters: Ruler & YOU
Setting: Dorm halls, Floor 48, Floor 25, then back to Floor 48
Format: Action.
Summary: Jeanne experiences her first major loss in the tower.
Warnings: None
[Dorm halls]
[Ruler had developed a routine by now. After each experiment or strange happening in the tower, she would seek out those who she was close to. Even if it was just a quick check-in, she would always do this, without fail. She had to make sure her loved ones were safe, or healing, because there's not much else she can do in the aftermath of most events.
So there was a brief flash of panic within her, when she didn't find Francis in his usual haunts. She searched every inch of the floors she knew he frequented before heading up, to the dormitories, seeking out the room she knew was his. He wasn't there either. And then, another flash of panic shot through her when she stared at the name list outside of the door in shock - her near-illiteracy meant that she couldn't read most of the names listed there, but she had at least managed to learn to recognize the pattern of letters that made up "France".
And the name wasn't there.]
[Floor 48 (Earlier)]
[A floor Ruler didn't visit often. She didn't like dwelling on thoughts of the dead, of people long gone without the possibility of returning. But she had heard rumors about the graves here, the significance. So she searched, weaving between countless gravestones. All the names were unintelligible to her, but... no. There was one. One familiar name in a sea of blurry faces.
It was his.
When she reached it, the Servant dropped to her knees before the grave, hands curled into fists so tight her knuckles turned white, gritting her teeth in an attempt to fight off tears that were already quickly forming.]
No, this can't be... you'll come back like last time, right...?
[Floor 25]
[Later, Ruler can be seen among the bunches of flowers in the sprawling meadow. She has a somber air about her as she wanders through, occasionally stopping to pick a few flowers. There's already a small bouquet in her hand, and it seems to be made up of only two kinds of flower; lilies and irises. Quite obviously they hold some sort of significance to her, as these are the only flowers she's seeking out.]
[Floor 48 (Later)]
[Ruler returns to the graveyard straight from the meadow, bouquet in hand. Seeking out the same headstone from earlier, she kneels before it again, setting the flowers in front of it.]
I'm sorry... so sorry...
[She then closes her eyes, presses her hands together, and begins praying.]
Setting: Dorm halls, Floor 48, Floor 25, then back to Floor 48
Format: Action.
Summary: Jeanne experiences her first major loss in the tower.
Warnings: None
[Dorm halls]
[Ruler had developed a routine by now. After each experiment or strange happening in the tower, she would seek out those who she was close to. Even if it was just a quick check-in, she would always do this, without fail. She had to make sure her loved ones were safe, or healing, because there's not much else she can do in the aftermath of most events.
So there was a brief flash of panic within her, when she didn't find Francis in his usual haunts. She searched every inch of the floors she knew he frequented before heading up, to the dormitories, seeking out the room she knew was his. He wasn't there either. And then, another flash of panic shot through her when she stared at the name list outside of the door in shock - her near-illiteracy meant that she couldn't read most of the names listed there, but she had at least managed to learn to recognize the pattern of letters that made up "France".
And the name wasn't there.]
[Floor 48 (Earlier)]
[A floor Ruler didn't visit often. She didn't like dwelling on thoughts of the dead, of people long gone without the possibility of returning. But she had heard rumors about the graves here, the significance. So she searched, weaving between countless gravestones. All the names were unintelligible to her, but... no. There was one. One familiar name in a sea of blurry faces.
It was his.
When she reached it, the Servant dropped to her knees before the grave, hands curled into fists so tight her knuckles turned white, gritting her teeth in an attempt to fight off tears that were already quickly forming.]
No, this can't be... you'll come back like last time, right...?
[Floor 25]
[Later, Ruler can be seen among the bunches of flowers in the sprawling meadow. She has a somber air about her as she wanders through, occasionally stopping to pick a few flowers. There's already a small bouquet in her hand, and it seems to be made up of only two kinds of flower; lilies and irises. Quite obviously they hold some sort of significance to her, as these are the only flowers she's seeking out.]
[Floor 48 (Later)]
[Ruler returns to the graveyard straight from the meadow, bouquet in hand. Seeking out the same headstone from earlier, she kneels before it again, setting the flowers in front of it.]
I'm sorry... so sorry...
[She then closes her eyes, presses her hands together, and begins praying.]
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[Even Jeanne, one of his dearest friends from Caster's first life, had her doubts. Oh, she would have done everything in her own power to aid him, of that there was no doubt. But surrounded by all sorts of darkness and evil... it would make his rehabilitation extremely rocky.]
A second chance at life would certainly help, but... there is so much more to this tower than you may know. Many things could go wrong during such a delicate journey.
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[He pauses, not sure how to address the question that is tugging at the back of his mind. Lancer can't help but wonder why a loyal knight such as herself is so interested in an evil creature like Caster. It would be one thing if she were worried about him causing trouble, but this seems to be something beyond the concern that her role as Overseer would require.]
Forgive me for being rude, but you seem very interested in whether or not rehabilitating him would be possible. Did you happen to know him? Or am I just mistaking that interest as part of your role as Overseer?
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[She... certainly can't make it even more obvious that she's dodging the question, can she? It's not like she fiercely guards her identity as some other Servants might - she realizes that just her appearance, attitude, and status as a Heroic Spirit would be enough for most people to guess. It's just... still a little strange. Dropping such a big clue in front of a Servant she doesn't know all that well. She can't lie, though, so...]
... But yes, my interest goes further than just my duty. He was... a dear friend of mine, when we were both truly alive.
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I thank you for being honest with me, Ruler. Please know I have no intention of using that information in any negative way. Your reaction just seemed a little strong for someone who was just interested because it was her job to be.
Though, I must admit that I'm puzzled how one as honorable as yourself could have been friends with that....man, but I cannot claim to know anything about him beyond his actions in the war and his obsession with some woman he had mistaken the Saber of our war for. The Grail Wars do horrible things to people, master and servant alike. I have no way of knowing how much it changed him from the man you once knew.
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He wasn't always like that. Certain events caused him to... well. Fall from grace, I suppose. [A sad smile crosses her face.] If you had met him as he was before then, I think you and Saber might have liked him. He was still quite eccentric, but he was a knight of great honor and skill. I was proud to have him fighting by my side... and I suppose I looked up to him a bit.
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[After the experiment, Diarmuid knows well what it feels like to fall. Of course, he has every intention of making up for what he did during his fall. Caster, it seemed, had not felt the same. Instead, the man had reveled in his fall.]
After this recent experiment, I know how it feels to fall. It's a fate I would not wish on anyone since it comes only after one loses all that matters to them in life. He must have been in great pain. I wonder if that is why he was so cruel in our war. Pain does horrible things to people.
However, since he was a good man once there is always a chance he could be so again. If he doesn't get that chance here in the tower--if it has truly sent him away--perhaps the next time he is called, his master will be able to help him rise from his fall.
[It feels odd to be speaking this way of such a monster, but Diarmuid thinks of himself as the kind of person who would rather not give up on others and he has no plans to change that even now that he knows the bitter taste of hate and anger. Despite knowing them now, they are still unknightly feelings and he has no wish to learn any more about them than necessary. So, instead of feeling hate or anger at Caster for his actions, he will feel hope--hope that someday the man who Ruler knew will find a way to rise from the shadows that have claimed him.]