towerofanimus | The Tale of Sir Lancelot

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.

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[Lancelot bows his head in acknowledgement, then makes to sheathe Arondight. There is no threat here. There is mystery, however. It is not often that Sir Lancelot feels in any way deferential.]

Your captivity has been long, Lady. Tell me, if you will, are you a Servant?
I am called Sir Lancelot.

[She nods.] I am. From a war quite different from your own, I imagine. In the war I come from, the church is no longer involved in overseeing the proceedings. Instead, the Holy Grail itself summons a Servant to take the position of overseer.

[In a flash of light her own sword disappears, and she falls into a polite bow.] I am that Servant. You may call me Ruler.

The Grail itself...
[Lancelot seems not a little amazed. He had no idea such a thing could be. The Knight (for she is armed and armored as once) must be an Heroic figure indeed, to have been chosen by the Grail to Serve.]
it seems miraculous it should be so. I would know your name, if you would give it.

If you Rule the Servants here, perhaps you have knowledge of my Master. He is a frail man and pale, much scarred, and blind in one eye. He walks with a limp. I can sense him through our bond, but have not yet found him. This place seems to lead me astray.

[Ruler looks... a bit unsure, at that. Oh, she was resigned to the fact that people with the right clues could easily guess her true identity. Despite her being too humble to accept it, the fact still remains that she's one of the most well-known female figures in history.

But giving out her real name like that... sure, she had done it several times here in the tower, but those had been under different circumstances. It had been those nation spirits that she had revealed that secret to, only England and the France pair. It was different.]

I hope you do not take offense, sir knight, if I withhold that information for now. Perhaps at another time I will reveal my name, but for the moment, only a select few know it. I wish to keep it that way.

[With that out of the way, her frown shifts to a small smile.] Kariya Matou, correct? He was under my care, for a time. From what I can tell, he seems to enjoy spending time in the meadow, on floor twenty-five.

[Lancelot is well used to mystery. He was raised in it, and by its hand. Lancelot is also well used to mistrust. Though he has done nothing to earn it here, still he can understand caution-- even if it is somewhat bitterly, though he would not be so churlish as to show such a feeling. He gives a bow, his armor moving silently with him.]

You have done nothing to cause offense, lady. I should beg your pardon. Your name is your own to give to whom you will.

I do thank you for your good help. My Master is indeed Kariya Matou.
Though I have never known him to frequent anything like a Meadow, I will search for him there.

If there is some way I may serve you in return, at a time of your pleasure, you have only to name it.

[She shakes her head, the small smile not fading one bit.]

You owe me nothing, monsieur. The Grail Wars may not be in effect here, but I have not abandoned my duty as overseer. He sought protection, and I had him under my care up until the moment where another Servant offered his aid in watching him.

Another Servant-- I've heard as much.

Lancelot can't help but feel caution is called for. This place is filled with strange things.]
And as the Grail itself has chosen you to lead, I'm sure you must merit your place amongst us.

Tell me, if you will, are there any here who have spoken of me?
[It's against his better judgement-- but if Arthur were here...]

[She shakes her head again.]

No, not to me at least. Perhaps amongst themselves the others have spoken of you, but none of the Servants here have mentioned you in the conversations I've had with them.

[Just as well, really. But who is to say she would have mentioned him, even if she is here.]

I thank you for your help, Ruler.

I-- seek another Servant from my War.

I'm glad to have been of assistance.

[Her smile fades a little. Knowing his name, it's quite easy to guess just who he's looking for. Of course he would want to seek that Servant out...] I assume you're searching for your king.

Yes.

I do search for my King, for Arthur.
By your words, you must know of me, and of whom I speak.
She is here then, in this place.

She is. I'm afraid I can not locate her for you, however. Not because I wish to hide her, but because I do not know which floors the frequents often.

I suggest waiting in the cafeteria, though. That is the best place to wait, I think, if one is looking around for another.

I do thank you for your good help, Ruler.
But waiting is a thing that suits me now even less than it did when I was living-- and I must seek my Master before others.

[He inclines his head in a brief bow, seeming at the same time burdened.]

As this place seems designed for strange fortune, I have no doubt we will meet.

[A sad smile crosses her face.]

Be warned, sir knight. It seems that this tower enjoys spreading ill fortune far more than good. You may not enjoy what you find, if you leave yourself open to the whims of this place.

[It almost sounds like she knows something Lancelot doesn't. Or maybe she's just being mysterious. Who knows?]

Ill-fortune is well-known to me, Lady. But I will heed your warning, as far as I may.
I 'll will bear all you have said in mind as I seek my Master.

What else i will find, I cannot guess, but I have known other Perilous Towers-- and I am myself Perilous.

[He makes a bow to Ruler, his arm across his chest.]
I go now to seek my Master, but I remain in your debt.

Think nothing of it. [She returns the bow. Even if Ruler is not an actual knight, she spent plenty of time around them, and easily picked up on their mannerisms.]

I wish you luck on your search.

Farewell, then Ruler, until we meet again.

[With a last look, Sir Lancelot takes his leave.]

ooc: Thanks for hanging in there on this long thread and bearing with my lag! I really enjoyed it.

The Tale of Sir Lancelot - part 1. Dolorous Guard

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(apologies for the lag-- rl business!)

no worries <3

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