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towerofanimus2013-02-15 11:28 pm
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The Tale of Sir Lancelot - part 1. Dolorous Guard
Characters: Sir Lancelot, aka the Servant Berserker, and All & Sundry
Setting: All Around the Tower
Format: Prose and Action are Both Welcome
Summary: Having just lately arrived, Sir Lancelot is in search of his Master
Warnings: No Warnings at Present. Unless you are a Monster, then look out.
Your world has been destroyed...
Lancelot, for he knows himself at the moment, is largely unmoved by the strange letters. He destroyed his own world long ago.
At the moment he is more concerned with his immediate surroundings, the mysterious clothing (and the collar) on his body, and the absence of his Master. His last memories before waking are of fire, of wind, and of thwarted rage. But he feels nothing now save a grim wariness. If this is indeed a Reality Marble, it is a mysterious one, and might contain anything. If an event caused by the Grail itself, then he can only meet what will come. If a device of his Master's-- Lancelot finds himself less than pleased with the idea.
Alone in the room where he has woken, he wastes no time in materializing his armor, and, as the situation seems an unusually urgent one, his sword. Both are as black as ever. His helm he leaves, as in carrying his blade he will be known regardless. He does not open the chest.
Reaching out to his Master, Lancelot is gratified to detect a faint pull. He will follow it, wherever it leads.
The Dormitory Hallways
Lancelot makes his way along the hallways nearby, but not limited to, 3-02. Any monsters he encounters, he will fight and slay. Any people he encounters, he will speak with.
The Cafeteria
Unable to pinpoint his Master's location, Lancelot proceeds to the bottom of the Tower. He is intrigued by the Cafeteria, and also by the idea of eating, which he has not done since he was living. He finds the idea of eating food in this place to be problematic, as he wonders if it might not be cursed or enchanted in some way. Being reared by Faeries will leave one with such ideas. Still, he's aware how important it can be to abide by the rules of magic in a possibly magical place. You'll find him stirring his oatmeal contemplatively.
Floor 10: The Aquarium
In the midst of continuing his search, Lancelot is distracted in the Aquarium. Water draws him like nothing else. He finds it calming, even now, in spite of his agitation at following his Master's poor prana signature. This water, obviously enchanted as it is not contained, is full of life. He shouldn't dally long here, but the sight is lovely, and it's difficult to resist stopping a moment.
Floor 25: The Meadow
This would indeed be an odd place for Lancelot to find his Master. Usually, the magus huddles unseen in dark corners, sewers, alleyways, and the like. He's searched in such places, and slain some few Monsters in the process, but has yet to find his Master. Still, there is a refreshing breeze here, and no obvious threat.
Setting: All Around the Tower
Format: Prose and Action are Both Welcome
Summary: Having just lately arrived, Sir Lancelot is in search of his Master
Warnings: No Warnings at Present. Unless you are a Monster, then look out.
Your world has been destroyed...
Lancelot, for he knows himself at the moment, is largely unmoved by the strange letters. He destroyed his own world long ago.
At the moment he is more concerned with his immediate surroundings, the mysterious clothing (and the collar) on his body, and the absence of his Master. His last memories before waking are of fire, of wind, and of thwarted rage. But he feels nothing now save a grim wariness. If this is indeed a Reality Marble, it is a mysterious one, and might contain anything. If an event caused by the Grail itself, then he can only meet what will come. If a device of his Master's-- Lancelot finds himself less than pleased with the idea.
Alone in the room where he has woken, he wastes no time in materializing his armor, and, as the situation seems an unusually urgent one, his sword. Both are as black as ever. His helm he leaves, as in carrying his blade he will be known regardless. He does not open the chest.
Reaching out to his Master, Lancelot is gratified to detect a faint pull. He will follow it, wherever it leads.
The Dormitory Hallways
Lancelot makes his way along the hallways nearby, but not limited to, 3-02. Any monsters he encounters, he will fight and slay. Any people he encounters, he will speak with.
The Cafeteria
Unable to pinpoint his Master's location, Lancelot proceeds to the bottom of the Tower. He is intrigued by the Cafeteria, and also by the idea of eating, which he has not done since he was living. He finds the idea of eating food in this place to be problematic, as he wonders if it might not be cursed or enchanted in some way. Being reared by Faeries will leave one with such ideas. Still, he's aware how important it can be to abide by the rules of magic in a possibly magical place. You'll find him stirring his oatmeal contemplatively.
Floor 10: The Aquarium
In the midst of continuing his search, Lancelot is distracted in the Aquarium. Water draws him like nothing else. He finds it calming, even now, in spite of his agitation at following his Master's poor prana signature. This water, obviously enchanted as it is not contained, is full of life. He shouldn't dally long here, but the sight is lovely, and it's difficult to resist stopping a moment.
Floor 25: The Meadow
This would indeed be an odd place for Lancelot to find his Master. Usually, the magus huddles unseen in dark corners, sewers, alleyways, and the like. He's searched in such places, and slain some few Monsters in the process, but has yet to find his Master. Still, there is a refreshing breeze here, and no obvious threat.
no subject
[Troublesome, but all diagnostics pointed to a steady recovery. Nothing to worry over.]
My name's Labrys.
no subject
Though if you do need rest, I can bear you to your rooms, if you wish it.
[Sensing no threat either from Labrys or his immediate surroundings, Lancelot sheathes his sword.]
I am called Lancelot. I've only lately come to this place, and have met only a few other captives.
no subject
[Chipper and upbeat, Labrys put on her most welcoming smile.]
You need any help? I ain't really got a good map a' the place worked out yet, but I'll try to direct ya if I can.
no subject
I am at your service, lady, should you require it-- though you look to be a warrior of no mean ability.
This place is indeed labyrinthine and full of dangers, but I need no map, as I have no destination. My Master is here, and it is for him that I search. I can sense him, but not precisely enough that he would be easily found. Therefore, I wander.
I thank you for your kind offer, Labrys. I confess, you seem a miraculous thing to me, made of armor and flesh as you are.
[Lancelot quirks a quiet smile.]
Though we are not so different in that, in appearance, at least.
no subject
[She paused, going over Lancelot's words again.]
Waitasec, your Master? You wouldn't happen t' be a Servant, would ya?
no subject
[Lancelot offers a bow of his head and a slight smile-- it's clear to him that the lady can indeed handle herself, be she human or no.]
I am indeed a Servant, Labrys. I can sense my Master in this place, and have set out to search for him.
Have you met other Servants in this place, then?