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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.]
no subject
[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.]