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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.
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You cannot hope to prevail in this or any other world if you succumb to your curse.
Nor are you bound by a promise made to one who has no honor-- but we will speak of this another time, and at greater length.
[With that, it's no effort at all for Lancelot to bend a little, to lift Kariya into his arms, settling the man's slight weight across his chest. He stands, taking in the empty meadow, before looking down into his Master's pale, tortured face. Before the man's revelation, he had been more sure of his opinion of his Master-- now he finds himself unsure, though still angry.]
Tell me where to find your rooms, Master, and I will bear you there.
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I'm only doing what I have to do. I don't know if I believe in Zouken or the Grail. No, I know I can't trust Zouken. But this was my only option. The only way I could hope to do anything for her. If I didn't, how could I live with myself?
[He wasn't sure what he was expecting Berserker to do next, but it wasn't picking him up. He is too startled to struggle, though he does squirm in surprise. His eyes widen, but then he lies still in the man's arms. Berserker looks into his eyes, and he doesn't look away.]
Berserker... You don't have to carry me.
[He's weak, and he can't move fast or too far, but being carried (again) strikes him as something of an indignity.]
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I will bear you to your room. There is no shame in it.
Whatever else may be, Master, you should have the choice to call me by my right name.
I am Sir Lancelot, Knight of the Lake.
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[He can still walk, if not very well. It's not that he's never been carried like this before. Lancer had done the same thing when he'd become incapacitated at the Christmas party. He can still walk, but he doesn't struggle.
He forgets his protests altogether in the wake of Berserker's announcement. He hadn't known who his Servant was, and he wasn't expecting this news.]
Lancelot? You're... Lancelot? But I-
[What can he say? He hadn't expected to have summoned such a famous Heroic Spirit. He feels odd. It's one thing to know that you've summoned a Heroic Spirit, and another to know the stories about them, to know what they were like. To know that you're controlling them, somehow, even if it should be the other way around. He's really nothing compared to Lancelot, where power is concerned, and he feels even weaker, being carried in his arms. Carried by Lancelot, the famous knight.]
I didn't know that, Lancelot.
[A pause. He looks away.]
I wouldn't have summoned you as Berserker, if I had a choice.
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[Somehow, it lessens his anger, increases his tolerance of the man, for Kariya to call him by his name. He sets off across the meadow towards the exit, his step smooth, his Master a light weight to carry.]
I had not known my name was strange to you until you told me of my Summoning. What type would you have chosen then, Master, if you had your own way?
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Lancelot... [He thinks this over. One of Arthur's knights, perhaps the greatest knight. And his story is so sad. Kariya's not quite sure what to say. Lancelot must know that he knows.]
I know you.
I would have chosen Saber. Saber is supposed to be the strongest Servant, isn't it? Except for Berserker, but that's different.
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[He makes his way easily down the path to the doorway and into the hallways beyond. Having no desire to draw monsters or beasts with the scent of his Master's blood, or to set the man down to slay such things, Lancelot draws his veil about himself and his Master. It will serve enough to obscure them until they arrive in the upper halls of the Dormitory.]
If you know me, know of me, then you know that a such a Summoning-- [He trails off, then resumes a different thought.] Saber is the first of Knights. A towering height from which to fall, should the Servant fail.
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[For all that Zouken doesn't believe in him, he has a stubborn, almost pigheaded belief in himself, at the same time as he looks down on himself for his faults and his mistakes.]
I know that you're powerful. That's what I wanted. Someone powerful. You wouldn't, you won't fail, if you're my Servant. There's just no way... I won't allow it. For Sakura's sake.
You could be the first of knights, couldn't you?
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The faith he expresses is a surprising thing, for all it is odd and driven. But perhaps that is only appropriate.
He allows a grim smile at the idea of not being allowed to fail.]
It is not power that makes the Perfect Knight, Master. But sometimes Power may be enough, when coupled with Desire.
I cannot be other than what I am, but still, I will not fail, and I will not fall.
For the sake of my honor, and the purity of your desire, I will prevail.
But heed me. Do not trust the Word of the one who had you Summon me as you did.
Seize power for yourself-- and for the girl.
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It's not just power, but power matters. Power's what I need. [He has the desire, the drive. The power's the only thing he lacks, the one lack that might stand between him and winning.]
You will not fail and you will not fall.
[He likes the sound of that.]
When I go back... [Yes. It will happen. He has to go back someday. He knows their worlds are still there, waiting, and he'll be able to win the War with Berserker at his side. Usually he'd be more stubborn, but there is something compelling about Lancelot. Lancelot... the great knight of legend. Kariya has avoided this subject before or simply refused to change his plans, but this time, he considers alternatives.] All right. I'll look for another way. If I can. But if there's no other way, I'll do what I have to do for Sakura. I'll do anything for her.
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Yes, that is plain. For myself, I will act on your behalf, but release me, if you can. Power you shall have, but I cannot answer for myself otherwise under the Enhancement.
[He sets his Master down on the edge of the man's bed.]
Do you wish for me to remain to guard you as you rest? If not, I will return later. I wish to continue to explore the secrets of this place. I have met with many strange beasts and beings already-- and I feel the presence of other Servants, as well.