towerofanimus | OO7 >> Valentines's Day is not a holiday he cares for alright

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OO7 >> Valentines's Day is not a holiday he cares for alright

Characters: Hidetoshi, and EVERYONE IN THE TOWER! Open to visiting String!characters as well. If you want to interact with him during your stay, this is the place to do it.
Setting: Various (floors 81, 1, 74 and 100) set throughout the week, including the three-day event.
Format: Stating with actionspam but whatever you chose to respond with is fine.
Summary: Hidetoshi is unaffected by the event, and more concerned with his own affairs and the new factor of the batch of newcomers that had no collars, sent with a mission by someone named Philemon than the minor issue of who's hooking up with/harassing who under the influence of the administration's experiment.
Warnings: Nothing so far, but I will add a warning accordingly if that changes.

[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR EIGHTY-ONE ]

[ It's an excellent thing that Hidetoshi has never had any issues with heights as long as there is some stable barrier between him and the fall, because he's seated on the carpet near the portion of the floor that bulges out. Outside the windows, there's only the stars visible and the stratosphere, and dizzyingly far below, the clouds and the world fogged over in a gray haze that conceals any hint of the geography or land masses. The teenager doesn't have a stack of books from the library with him for once: he only has two or three volumes with him to read and they seem to be on... irish mythology? Oh, and one book on more obscure greco-roman mythos. The parcel of notes he had taken during the administration's Q&A session are piled beside him.

He's got a mug of coffee from the cafeteria however. Curse his older self for having developed a taste for it.

The newest of the assorted lounge is pleasantly quiet. Go ahead and disrupt that quiet if you want to. ]

[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR ONE HUNDRED ]

[ —It's a classroom, that what this floor has selected to taunt him with. Quite a nice one too, swept clean of any debris or dust and a well-stocked bookshelf on one side of the blackboard and a billboard with papers stapled to it set on the other side, a projector placed on top of it. There's a big screen television in the corner, the screen itself blank and black. Various student council projects, ones he already recalls having seen finished, are laid out on the tables arranged in a U formation. The folding chairs are empty of students, and the sunlight coming through the windows can deceive you into thinking it's a warm summer evening, heavy and still with heat.

It seems dusty and empty in here, like nobody's been around for awhile.

The clock on the wall ticks quietly.

Hidetoshi stands by the window, careful to touch none of the holograms and staring blankly at the illusion of school grounds that can be seen outside of it, and beyond the gates, the city of Tatsumi Port. He seems more annoyed than anything. ]

... Tch.

[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR SEVENTY-FOUR ]

[ The teenager walked cautiously, bathed in the cavernous darkness of this floor and the shimmering blue glow rippling through it, listening to the murmur of clear water running over stone and dripping from stalagmites, and kept close to the entrance, in no mood to have to run away from the lurking monsters again. The reaches of the giant, vaulted chamber were nowhere near silent; what was heard was the noises of creatures that crept and crawled and slunk and hunted and dwelt within its darkness, and the sound of Hidetoshi's footsteps crunching on the slippery sands, and the echoing of noise through winding tunnels. His aimless exploration of the newly added on levels had brought him here.

It's pretty to look at, if nothing else. He can appreciate the beauty even if the beauty was just an another illusion.

The walls echoed with the sound of underground. ]

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[Hidetoshi sighed.]

The topics we discussed were modern schooling, personal hobbies and his astounding lack of self-preservation.

[He's not going to mention the end of that discussion/arguement, what with Diarmuid's mini breakdown. That seemed like an invasion or disruption of Lancer's privacy, and honestly, he wouldn't be happy if someone told others about him sounding lost and near-tears.]

...He does that.

[Lancer's tone sounds much more serious than it did just a second before.]

He's just trying to help everyone.

[Everyone but himself.]

I don't understand it.

[His tone is just as serious. The motivation is understandable, but not the method.]

There's nothing wrong with wanting to help everyone out the best you can, but doing it in such a way that you disregard yourself...

[That's an issue.]

He's a knight. He's trained to regard others first, but...

[Even as Diarmuid acts like the paragon of chivalry, he lacks a certain pride. A pride that acknowledges himself as a good knight who can stand alongside heroes like Saber, or even a pride that keeps himself. A pride that values himself as a human being instead of just a tool.]

He overdoes it. I don't know why, but he's blaming himself for shit outside of his control. He blames himself and then he runs around tiring himself out.

That's a troubling attitude. Taking care of yourself has to be a priority. I've read about knights and they're certainly admirable, but taking it to that extent isn't emotionally healthy. Neither is overdoing it.

[It's hard to be valued by others if you don't value yourself as a person. Hidetoshi frowned, one hand resting on the pages of the open book. That's why he had gone looking for this mythology: it had seemed to start with his grooming in childhood and continue from there.]

So he's the sort to try to take everyone else's problems on his shoulders? And then blames himself when he can't do that, even when it's not his fault?

[Frown, frown.]

You summed it up pretty well.

[That actually applied to both of them, but like hell Lancer would ever admit it about himself.]

I think he's getting a little better now.

He's pretty foolish then.

[Stated flatly with a sigh, though not like he's insulting him; he's just pointing that out. Hidetoshi raised an eyebrow, uncertain.]

If he is getting better now, just what kind of wretched shape did he arrive in?

He is not!

[Even though Lancer knows it's probably not an insult, he still lashes out. He won't stand anyone disparaging Diarmuid's efforts, not when the other Lancer was sacrificing so much.]

I think he hit his worst back at the beginning of the month. The experiment fucked with his head and when it was over, he started working himself to death.

[It's no lie. If the boar hadn't gotten both of them, Diarmuid might have walked into his death on another floor, just given how mentally exhausted he was.]

[Hidetoshi said nothing to that; it didn't change that he saw Diarmuid's behavior as self-destructive to the point of foolishness, and he wouldn't begrudge someone defending a friend, so he didn't offer a rebuttal.]

That's when we met, I believe. I received a letter of apology from him for his actions while under the influence of that experiment, and went to make amends for my own unbecoming behavior. He looked exhausted.

[He kept frowning, a little helplessly. Give him a practical problem, and he'll do his utmost to solve it but when it came to things like this, it was out of his territory. His world had doctors and medication and therapy for issues like depression and poor methods for coping with reality.

He glanced sideways at him. Lancer was the... questionable adult in this situation, and the one much more familiar with the other Servant than he himself was.] Do... you have any idea of how to help him?

[He sighs.]

I've...been trying to just get him to stay put in our room. And getting everyone to give him some space.

[He starts to yawn, but cuts it out halfway. He'd let Diarmuid have the room to himself for...what, a week?]

That's a temporary solution.

[He mumbled, and then his glance over at Lancer sharpened at the yawn he let escape. Was he mimicking the other Lancer's bad habits of not getting the reasonable amount of rest. :|]

... I was under the impression Servant didn't require sleep?

[Usually, he would be more than happy to head back to his room when he felt tired. But just days ago, he had been at an emotional fraying point and lashed out at Diarmuid. Playful roughhousing had turned into an actual beating. Therefore, Lancer had concluded that the only way Diarmuid would get the rest he needed was if Lancer stayed out of their room.]

Nah, they don't.

[He straightens himself and stretches his arms.]

Just ran into some weird shit lately.

[Lancer had Hidetoshi's dubious respect, and unfortunately, this respect was balanced by the sneaking suspicion he had that the older man was a bit of an idiot, skill with his spear aside.

Yet he closed the book, and whatever reason, decided to believe what Lancer told him.]

What kind?

[The teenager felt morbidly impressed that he was wondering whether it was the strange, inexplicable weird shit or the murderous, illogical weird shit that was produced on a regular basis by the Tower.]

Well, all the people who got dumped into the Tower and told to search for Nayarlyderpderp for one. And then there's the fact that there's a pig man who gets off on cursing people.

Nyarlathotep.

[Hidetoshi corrected him, wincing.

Well, yes that was one thing. They seemed to have a number of people from his own world with them. And then there's the fact all of them possessed a Persona via the help of this Philemon and not by confronting a Shadow.]

A pig man? Did he curse someone you know?

[Did he need to be stopped?]

Me and this one other kid. We're fine now.

[The second sentence comes out too quickly. It's like he's brushing something off.]

[Does everyone in this Tower have issues like this. But he lets Lancer have his privacy and doesn't press very hard; if he wants to brush it off, very well. He wouldn't ask for details, just the general occurrences.]

What did the curse do?

Just...petrifies you gradually.

[And it was a bitch to break. And you usually had to die to reverse the damage.]

Harsh. This pig man is cruel.

[He felt anger over that. Also, must people in this Tower need to stop violating the rules of biology gdit]

However, you are clearly free of it by now, thankfully. And the kid, they're fine as well?

...Yeah, she's alright. Now she is, anyways.

[His voice has dropped to a mumble, and he glares off into the distance. He's doing his best not thinking of Tohko and Misaya's deaths, but the more he pushes the memories away, the more they gnaw at his mind.]

[And along with that, does everyone in this Tower have issues and do they all try their best to not think about them. He resists the urge to poke his nose into the Servant's business and ask for details instead of leaving him to his privacy. No attempts at a badly done session of 'let's discuss your Issues instead of ignoring them' from him. He shifted his weight a little.]

That'—that's good.

[Hidetoshi's voice was solemn.]

... Is something bothering you?

No, nothing that has to do with me, anyways. I've already told you, right? I'm just kinda worried about Diarmuid.

[He gives a shaky laugh. He doesn't have issues--he can't afford to have them. Not when people are depending on him.]

[Hidetoshi is just beginning to sense an annoying trend when it comes to Lancers. And that laugh is not a good sigh because Diarmuid laughed like that too right before he started having a small mental breakdown and started crying. He does not believe Cu's claim. He doesn't.

The look he gives Lancer out of the corner of his eyes says as much, but:

>Pursue that disclaimer of having anything personally to do with himself is bothering Lancer, and point out how he's obviously full of B.S.

>Stick with the topic of how to help Diarmuid with his worringly self-destructive behavior.

...

>Stick with the topic of how to help Diarmuid with his worryingingly self-destructive behavior. He offered quietly;]

If there's any way I can help with that, you need only give the word.

I'll tell you if I ever need you for something.

Hey, maybe you can just talk to him. I'm sure he'd like to talk over stuff like rules with you!

Alright.

[Hidetoshi nodded.]

I wouldn't mind having a discussion like that with him. [This Lancer is too much of a unruly delinquent to appreciate the beauty of the rules properly.]

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