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towerofanimus2013-03-09 04:08 pm
canofworms) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-09 04:08 pm
[OPEN] Well, look what the cat dragged in.
Characters: Kariya Matou [AU4] & ALL THE PEOPLE
Setting: Dorms, Various Floors, Choose Your Own Adventure
Format: Any!
Summary: +1 flailing bug magus. Does it count if 'he' is already here?
Warnings: Fate/BUGS
This man, wherever you meet him, may look just the littlest bit familiar. Maybe it's in the hair, or the slightly gloomy look on his face, or even the rumpled turtleneck he's wearing.
Not many will recognize him as the Matou he is, though, unless he has his insect familiars out. His hair and eye (the working one) are a deep purple, and the prana rolling off him in warning waves is no longer a hallmark of the clan.
Now who could this be?
[Dormitory Floor: Room 1-16]
[Hey, folks, you may or may not have an extra body in here. Don't worry, it's wiggling and quite lively.
Click.
If not for the minor commotion of him going through his trunk, you probably wouldn't notice he's here; his clothes and hair are dark enough that he gets lost in the shadows quite easily. The slant of his shoulders is wary. There's a metallic glint in his hands.
Nothing to see here: just a magus loading a handgun.
(Unless that's a nice bulky camera in his hands, but in that case he's just taking a picture of the wall. So productive!)]
[F1: Cafeteria]
[New arrivals season! There are like a million of them here making faces at their oatmeal. You could probably fill an album with the variety. Maybe decorate each floor of the Tower with a different expression of disgust.
This guy would make a pretty boring picture, though, since he's sitting there with absolutely no trace of feeling on his face as he mechanically brings the spoon to his mouth. In fact, his eyes are closed.
Is he sleep-eating or just trying to find a safe space away from the mush??]
[F20: Outside]
[It's fairly chilly out here, but the thin shadow of a man standing about halfway up the ramp, carelessly at the very edge, doesn't seem to notice. He's strangely silhouetted, staring expressionlessly over the edge.
If you come in close enough, you'll realize that those strange irregularities and bumps in his figure are actually countless large, skeletal, demon-eyed insects perched on his shoulders and arms, crawling clumsily in their attempt to keep their foothold in the wind.
Every now and then, he'll raise a hand, and one or two of them will obediently go walking off into the air. They go plummeting downwards until not a trace is left, and leave him looking a little more frustrated each time.
In the meantime, that shadow in the fog behind him may or may not be something sneaking up on him. Or your eyes are just playing tricks on you.]
[F??: Choose Your Own Adventure]
[Any floor, any time, anybug flavor!
There's a rather surly-looking guy pacing up and down the place, muttering angrily to himself and occasionally raising a hand to swat at the two Blade Wing Worms buzzing along behind him whenever they hover in too close.
It's a little hard to tell whether the familiars are actually worried about their master or just trying to get close enough to chomp on his hair.]
If you're not going to make yourselves useful, go chew on each other or something. I don't care.
Setting: Dorms, Various Floors, Choose Your Own Adventure
Format: Any!
Summary: +1 flailing bug magus. Does it count if 'he' is already here?
Warnings: Fate/BUGS
This man, wherever you meet him, may look just the littlest bit familiar. Maybe it's in the hair, or the slightly gloomy look on his face, or even the rumpled turtleneck he's wearing.
Not many will recognize him as the Matou he is, though, unless he has his insect familiars out. His hair and eye (the working one) are a deep purple, and the prana rolling off him in warning waves is no longer a hallmark of the clan.
Now who could this be?
[Dormitory Floor: Room 1-16]
[Hey, folks, you may or may not have an extra body in here. Don't worry, it's wiggling and quite lively.
Click.
If not for the minor commotion of him going through his trunk, you probably wouldn't notice he's here; his clothes and hair are dark enough that he gets lost in the shadows quite easily. The slant of his shoulders is wary. There's a metallic glint in his hands.
Nothing to see here: just a magus loading a handgun.
(Unless that's a nice bulky camera in his hands, but in that case he's just taking a picture of the wall. So productive!)]
[F1: Cafeteria]
[New arrivals season! There are like a million of them here making faces at their oatmeal. You could probably fill an album with the variety. Maybe decorate each floor of the Tower with a different expression of disgust.
This guy would make a pretty boring picture, though, since he's sitting there with absolutely no trace of feeling on his face as he mechanically brings the spoon to his mouth. In fact, his eyes are closed.
Is he sleep-eating or just trying to find a safe space away from the mush??]
[F20: Outside]
[It's fairly chilly out here, but the thin shadow of a man standing about halfway up the ramp, carelessly at the very edge, doesn't seem to notice. He's strangely silhouetted, staring expressionlessly over the edge.
If you come in close enough, you'll realize that those strange irregularities and bumps in his figure are actually countless large, skeletal, demon-eyed insects perched on his shoulders and arms, crawling clumsily in their attempt to keep their foothold in the wind.
Every now and then, he'll raise a hand, and one or two of them will obediently go walking off into the air. They go plummeting downwards until not a trace is left, and leave him looking a little more frustrated each time.
In the meantime, that shadow in the fog behind him may or may not be something sneaking up on him. Or your eyes are just playing tricks on you.]
[F??: Choose Your Own Adventure]
[Any floor, any time, any
There's a rather surly-looking guy pacing up and down the place, muttering angrily to himself and occasionally raising a hand to swat at the two Blade Wing Worms buzzing along behind him whenever they hover in too close.
It's a little hard to tell whether the familiars are actually worried about their master or just trying to get close enough to chomp on his hair.]
If you're not going to make yourselves useful, go chew on each other or something. I don't care.
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[He smiles, not remotely serious about it, though the idea of daily life in this place and daily life at home is a strange comparison to make. He doesn't want to stay long enough for this to become normal, as strangely pleasant as it is so far.
Speaking of normality, though.]
Ah, sorry, I didn't get your name. I'm Kariya.
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But, um, my name is Madoka. It's good to meet you, Kariya-san.
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[He sobers immediately -- that particular farce lost its freshness the moment he read it, and lasted about as long as the integrity of the letter it rode in on. It's somewhere back in his room where no one will find it.
He forces himself to soften his voice a little.]
You shouldn't believe that, Madoka. Not here.
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[Have another smile, carefully reassuring.]
Can you tell me about your world?
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In fact, he blinks a couple of times.]
I'm sorry, did you say 'magical girls'?
[He thought they were in a twisted dystopian fantasy, why is the genre being changed on him this is clearly cosmic harassment.]
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[There was more to it then that, much more in fact. But there wasn't much point in revealing the gritty details to someone who she had just met.]
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The more he thinks about it, though, the less he likes it. It may sound like a children's tale, but many things do. And we all know where fairy tales come from.]
So you're a 'magical girl', Madoka?
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Sorry. I never thought of what I'd say if I met a magical girl. [A little more seriously--] It sounds like a harsh contract, though, even for what you get in return.
[He may be projecting just a little, but he doesn't like the thought of young girls forming that kind of contract. He stopped believing in wishes coming true a long time ago.]
[OOC: Hope it's OK that he can sense a little something. o3o]
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[She told herself that often, but becoming a witch was beginning to take it's toll on her psyche. She had always put others before herself and this was no exception.]
[OOC: Is fine! Her witch form gives off a strong dark magical energy that's hard to miss.]
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[So far as to put aside her young life and face up to monsters -- and he's not sure exactly what these 'witches' are, but if they're anything humanoid at all he doesn't want to think about it.]
It doesn't count here, does it? The contract, that is.
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You... You shouldn't be thinking about being useful to people. That's going too far.
[Of all the things she's told him... He's not liking the emerging picture.]
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[She honestly didn't understand, she had become a magical girl for just that reason. What was wrong with wanting to devote yourself to helping others?]
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[Maybe it's a little presumptuous saying this to a girl he barely knows, but with half the Holy Grail War in the tower, there's more than ample opportunity for contracts -- and that's not even counting any other powers that be from worlds he might not know of.]
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[Madoka giggles.]
And I've promised her I'll take better care of myself.
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[He finally allows himself to smile a little, wryly.]
So, what do you do here apart from being a magical girl, Madoka?
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[Not that he's encountered those personally so far, and he's not sure he will; it helps just a little to hear about it.]