Matou Kariya (AU) (
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's avoided thinking about him, because it isn't helpful to his staying calm or dealing with the Tower in a reasonable way. Of course, it's hard to avoid someone who shares your name and magic, especially with Servants on the loose.
He's silent for a moment, walking around Lancer to lean on the outside of the Tower.]
So I wasn't in your version of the War at all.
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No, you weren't. A lot of people here weren't.
[Same fifth war, mostly different players.]
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[It's quiet, maybe a little sympathetic, but to be frank he's not sure whether it's a good or a bad thing that he hasn't seen anyone truly familiar here.
It would at least help ease that tiny nagging question in his chest about whether the world as he knows it is still there.]
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[His voice cracks just a little as he says this.]
...And I don't know if she's from your Grail War, but Rin is here.
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I know about Rin. [She's not from his War; she could never be. He doesn't want to talk about it just now -- it's raw, he doesn't know what to make of it.] The one who left... your Master?
[For the moment, he sees no other explanation. The Lancer of his War, being Kirei's, didn't have so many chances to form attachments.]
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[Kinda obvious, wasn't it? For some who held loyalty is such great esteem, there was nothing more devastating than knowing he had failed to save his Master.]
...She was a good Master.
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[For a Master to be sent back without her Servant... Well, he still believes wholeheartedly that they'll all be returned to where they were. The Matou denial is strong.]
It seems you're luckier with your Master than the Lancer of my Grail War, though.
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[Even if the two of them had to drift alone in a wasteland, he would have wanted to continue protecting her.]
I was lucky with all my Masters. What happened to your Lancer?
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[No use presuming at this point, though his War and other Wars have had a number of things in common; not everyone seems to have crossed paths in the same way.]
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...Can't be that bad if he's a priest, though.
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Kariya keeps laughing until he's bent over gasping for breath, hands on his knees.]
Ahh, he was very good at that. He was so good at 'being a priest' that sometimes he praised himself. [There's something dark and ugly in his voice, but he's speaking at the Worms.] Just count yourself lucky you weren't his. That's all I'll say.
[He straightens after a moment.]
What you want now is to leave the Tower, then?
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Then it sounded like he was a huge stiff. How'd I end up with a Master like that?
[He shakes his head.]
I don't know. I don't really have much back in my world. Even if I did go back and help that little lady...
[He trails off. Back in their original world, his and Ayaka's contract would be over the second that she took Saber back.]
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[His tone is light this time, carefully dismissing the topic for the moment. It hasn't escaped his notice that Kirei, as one of the participants in both Holy Grail Wars, has a substantial chance of coming here. Whichever version of him it is.
He can worry about that later.]
This place does seem the better choice for Servants, if you can stomach it. [There might be an amused edge to that.] I don't envy you.
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[Half joking, and half genuine self-mockery.]
Why not? I pretty much get to do what I want without worrying about prana, and I've made some great friends here.
[The original universe Kariya included.]
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... You might be right. What an optimistic Servant.
[And a beat, then--]
You're okay with being collared?
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...Not that different from what I was wearing back home.
[It had been his catalyst--the collar of Culann. A special torc (or rather a dog collar) given to him when he had first taken on his role as Culan's hound.]
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I admit defeat. Who am I to stand between a Servant and his home?
[The fact that he's willing to push, and almost to tease -- that might still be because of the resemblance. The human faculty of 'sight' is such a funny and fallible thing.]
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Just that my collar didn't have as fancy of a function as keeping souls stabilized or anything.
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[Though. It would also have been just a little problematic for the Master-Servant system -- a Berserker he couldn't chain with prana would be little more than a rampaging beast lasting for maybe one battle.
Just look at what happened with Caster.]
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[Seriously--which sounded better. That he was in this world because a pretty lady summoned him, or because someone stuck a random collar on him?]
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[Now that is curious, especially for a headstrong Servant like Lancer.]
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[Headstrong, yes, but also loyal. He's also never been with a horrible Master before, so he doesn't know what it's like to constantly wish to be free of his bondage.]
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He could envy other realities if not for 'himself'.]
Maybe you'll be able to find someone else to work with here in the meantime, then. It would beat just being collared by the administrators, huh?
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[Ayaka's memory is so raw that choosing another Master feels like betraying her.]
But having a Master would indeed be better than just being collared by an admin.
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Speaking of which, how easy is it to get ahold of the admins? People around here seem pretty familiar with them...
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