towerofanimus | For Diarmuid [Closed]

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For Diarmuid [Closed]

Characters: Suzaku and Lancer (Diarmuid)
Setting: Gymnasium
Format: Um any
Summary: After February and all it entailed two angsty knights meet again
Warnings: Angst, talk of event stuff, probably death seeking and self destruction talk knowing these two

Suzaku had had a few sleepless nights. Between dealing with everything that had happened, angry roommates and an insane emperor he was exhausted but sleep seemed like a hundred miles away and it was always easier to go out, cutting down monsters until he felt like he was doing some good, rather than lying awake and letting the past, and the present, haunt him.

He had been training hard, in between working and keeping an eye on those he had promised to watch out for. And so despite his worries that something odd was happening in the tower, floors cut off... perhaps another game... He was in the gymnasium going through forms, losing himself in the rhythm, trying to forget everything.

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Suzaku watched him, waiting a moment to see if he would attack, but when he didn't he came forward again, spinning to kick upwards, attempting to knock him off balance.

Diarmuid easily dodges the kick by dropping down under Suzaku's foot into a slide meant to take the leg Suzaku's not kicking with out from under him. If he's successful, he's going to try and grab Suzaku and pull him onto his back and pin him with an arm across his throat. It would be a definite end to the spar, but not one that would trigger Suzaku's geis and let him use it's power to escape.

Suzaku hopped, trying to avoid the slide but found himself grabbed anyways, his reflexes were good but he had never fought someone as fast as Diarmuid before. He landed but didn't give up, kicking and trying to jab Diarmuid's arms in a way to make him let go of his throat.

Diarmuid applies a bit more pressure to Suzaku's throat, careful not to hurt him. He ignores the man's arms and legs for the most part because of how much stronger he is as a servant. Most of the blows, since they aren't being made from ideal positions, just don't really feel like much.

"I think that's about it for this round. Give. If I wished, I could call my spear to hand now and hold it to your throat, but I would rather not risk accidental injury of any kind."

Suzaku nodded as best he could round the grip on his throat, not wanting the pressure to increase any more incase it activated his Geass.

"I give."

As soon as Suzaku gives, Diarmuid releases his hold on the man and sits back off of him. He's smiling, though.

"Wonderful job. Sorry for the little trick there, but one of the things I really admire about your skill is how fast you can adapt to a changing situation. It's really impressive considering that I move faster than a normal opponent would."

Suzaku sat up, resisting the urge to touch his throat, he nodded, "You are very fast. I have always had fast reflexes... even before... But I can barely keep up with you."

Diarmuid can't help but laugh, "You realize that wasn't really my full speed, right? Well, you probably remember how fast I was moving back...then. Servants, especially Lancers, are much faster than humans. That you can keep up at all is quite honestly amazing."

Suzaku nodded, remembering. He had been moving so fast then that Suzaku could barely follow him with his eyes.

He was curious though, and though he usually didn't like the pry into other people's lives Diarmuid knew so much about him that he didn't feel so uncomfortable about asking. "Sorry, you mention servants a lot but I am not sure what you mean by it."

Diarmuid shakes his head, resting his arms on his knees, "I never bothered to explain it to you, did I? On my world if a person did enough during their lives to be considered a hero, there was a magical...item, for lack of a better word, that recorded their souls so that if they were ever needed again, they could be called back to earth. One of those things deemed worthy of having those souls returned to earth was a series of wars called Holy Grail Wars. Indeed, the souls returned to earth for those wars were actually given different names." He gestures to himself, "We are called servants and the magi who use their magic to call us down are called masters. Long story short, we are magical copies of the souls of people who were already great enough to be called heroes made even stronger by the magic used to summon us.

"Like I said, it is amazing you can keep up with me at all especially since I was called into a class that focuses on increasing my speed and agility. Of course, you still haven't seen me at my fastest. During the experiment and our spars I was being serious, but by no means was I going all out."

Suzaku tucked his legs under himself as he listened to Diarmuid speak. Souls... souls again, he remembered the machine down or up or somewhere in this tower. And they brought souls back from deaths, Suzaku knew that heroes could be made by words, often behind legends there were just... people. Bringing them back to fight a war of magic seemed unnecessarily cruel.

Diarmuid tilts his head as he watches Suzaku. The man seems to be thinking pretty hard about something.

"What is it? Did I say something that confused or bothered you?"

"I hadn't known that other worlds would have the ability to steal others souls, it's not a concept I came across on my own world." He had thought Geass, and Charles' plan was strange enough.

Diarmuid puts out his hands in a helpless gesture, "I don't know if 'steal' is really the right word, but yes I highly doubt it's a common thing. I'm not surprised you are so surprised. And how my world works has made accepting all this new...news a little easier, but I can't imagine how hard it is for the rest of you.

"How are you handling that, by the way? And don't just tell me you are okay. I think we both know that's not true."

Suzaku shrugged, "It was just another variation on what I already knew, the worlds truly are gone... this is all there is."

He understood it better now he had explained it to a few people, and heard it being explained. "I didn't know what I was seeing at first, the others were horrified but as I say such a concept isn't really all that common in my world."

"Wait... Were you in one of the groups that went down?" There is surprise on his face, but also worry. He has already talked to one person who went down and the trip had really upset Ryoji. Suzaku has a bit more mental strength than the boy, but at the same time, Diarmuid knows that Suzaku has just as many if not more emotional problems than Ryoji has. He just hides them better.

Of course, even the most well adjusted person would be upset by what was found down there--especially seeing your fellows go through the process when they were still alive and not being able to do anything about it.

Suzaku nodded, "I was." He looked away from the worry, the trip had... Well if he was to admit it it had effected him a lot, but he wasn't going to admit it and on the surface at least he was alright.

"I'm not sure what we expected to find down there, but it was a surprise."

Diarmuid laughs bitterly, "A surprise? That is quite true, if an understatement, my friend. Is this discovery what is making you look so much more stressed and tired than before or is it something else?"

He gives the man a knowing look, fulling expecting him to deny everything. It is what Diarmuid would do and the more he gets to know Suzaku the more the man reminds Diarmuid of himself and, unfortunately, not in a good way. However, now that Diarmuid has become more aware of these kinds of things in himself and is trying to fix them, he's going to make sure he works to fix them in Suzaku too.

Whether the other man thinks he's worth fixing or not.

Suzaku shrugged, not bothering to deny anything since Diarmuid would just tell him he was lying, but not prepared to speak otherwise.

Diarmuid sighs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, "Do we really have to do this? We're friends, aren't we? You can talk to me about what is bothering you. I don't mind and I'm not going to think any less of you for it. I swear."

'At the very least, can you tell me what you saw down there in your own words just so I can compare it to what the other person I talked to saw?" Maybe if he could get Suzaku talking about something related to things he might be able to get somewhere.

Suzaku looked down, ashamed. He wasn't used to talking about what he felt about things. Things just happened and he continued on, that was how he had survived for years now.

But report... reporting he could do. He had already done so to Lelouch before... before what had happened in the fog, and he had explained the situation to Luffy and Sora.

"The elevator was open... and though we suspected it was a trap we couldn't not go down, it is rare to have an opportunity to find out information. We arrived in a place with five doors and split up, each going to a different door, my group ended up in Dax's chambers, we found records on everyone who has ever been here, but they were in a language none of us could read. Our group had it relatively easy, we found the button we needed and returned, other groups accidentally triggered security and were a lot more injured."

He took a breath, "The buttons summoned a second elevator and once again we went in groups as this one was smaller. Everyone's powers were deactivated and we found ourselves in a corridor, and then found the machine."

Diarmuid presses his lips into a thin line when he sees that brief flash of shame on Suzaku's face, but he lets it go for now, and instead focuses on the 'report' he's being given since that is very obviously what it is.

It's just a shame he can't get Suzaku to give a 'report' on his feelings. Maybe it would be easier for him to talk about them that way.

He listens quietly as the man talks, only speaking once he pauses, "By machines you mean the ones they use to pull our souls from our bodies, right? Did you see the group that..."

His voice trails off and he fights to hold back a shiver. Even as a battle hardened warrior, it unsettles Diarmuid to think about watching the process happen to those who are still alive.

Suzaku nodded and frowned, "We were the third group down the elevator, the group that caught were second..."

He paused, still angry at himself that he had not been able to stop it happening.

Diarmuid recognizes the anger and nods, "It is probably best I wasn't there. I don't know how I would have reacted to witnessing that. Anger certainly--rage even. Have you spoken to any of them since then? I wonder how they are doing. As hard as it must have been for you to witness it and for us to hear of it, it must have been even harder for them."

"Feferi wasn't doing well, the night... the night Dax died. But she was with friends... I checked but didn't wish to intrude. I checked on the others too... but I don't really know them."

So he had gone for quiet watching, making sure they weren't alone. There were plenty of people better qualified than him to help.

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