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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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[His shortness is born of caution -- in an ideal world, Kariya would choose honesty, but he's learned too much for that.
He hasn't, in any case, made a final decision on how much he should trust Waver Velvet, or how much of his own hopes he'll share. It's more than likely he'll have more opportunity to evaluate all of the above in the Tower.]
You're working together?
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[Diarmuid pauses trying to think of the best way to explain his and Waver's complex relationship. He smiles, though, when he realizes that considering this man is the second Kariya in the tower, it might not be so hard to explain after all.]
We did work together...on his world. I was his servant in that version of the 4th Grail War. Apparently, what many of us consider the usual master/servant pairings for that war were shuffled for his. For example, since Waver stole my relic from Kayneth, he ended up with Berserker as a replacement somehow. I don't know the full extent of the shuffle, but even that is a big change.
[A change that meant instead of being forced to die in disgrace, Diarmuid had actually be able to die with honor and joy in his heart.]
But yes, that aside, we are working together here in the tower. He...is very kind to me even though I am not the servant he knew.
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[And if anything, that's something Kariya is willing to concede: he's willing to take a risk if it means preventing the Fifth War for someone else. Maybe it will make up, just a little, for what he couldn't do. Maybe it won't.
It would be worth something, at least. He manages a small smile.]
I never... had a chance to speak to Berserker during my War, but since I've come to the Tower, I think I can understand your 'Master' a little. If someone you care about is lost and then found, the details don't matter so much.
[They really don't matter very much at all.]
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[It's bit of a risk implying what he's implying to anyone since he really doesn't want the other Kariya realizing he's decided that he really does think the worlds are gone, but at the same time, Diarmuid is trying to find those who might understand so he doesn't feel so alone in his decision.
If he can't go back with Waver to his world, Diarmuid really would rather stay here than be returned to the nothingness waiting on his own.]
For what it's worth, I think he can do it. If he can go back home, I believe he will find a way to stop things. Maybe he won't be able to stop the 5th War since it happens so soon after the 4th did, but he will stop things once and for all.
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[He can see why. He knows, perhaps better than most people, the value of trading everything for one precious thing.
He can't yet understand, but he has begun to see the possibilities in the Tower despite himself. No matter what, though, so long as the Fifth Grail War is still being fought in his world -- so long as there is that bloody tie -- there's no room for him to contemplate the world being gone.
There's little risk in Diarmuid's implications simply because Kariya is looking so hard the other way.]
... I hope that he can stop the Fifth. For the sake of those who would be forced to fight in it. [It's soft, half to himself. Because he has no doubt that if the War is as early as the one in his, children will be dragged in again. And no matter what, those he cares for are tangled with the War. That seems to be the curse.] I'll do what I can.
[It's almost a decision. He still has more thinking to do, more coming to terms. But he'll give that much.]
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[He pauses and then corrects himself.]
Or as you said, not victors, but survivors. There is a difference.
For what it is worth, I will do my best to aid you in your goals since doing so might also help Waver. Please, don't be afraid to call on me if you ever need my aid.
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... He is apparently going to be cooperating with a high-ranking magus in a pet feat of extremely unlikely heresy. It's bound to only get stranger from here.]
Thanks. [A tilt of the head.] I think you two make a good team.
[He knows neither one that well yet, but Kariya is blind in only one eye -- he can spot good combinations when they're right in front of him. There's already trust there. (Or maybe he's just become good at recognizing team-ups that aren't immediately awful.)]
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I will do my best for him. He is one fully deserving of it. A master better than I could have ever hoped to have.
[He takes a deep breath and then looks back at Kariya.]
I will let you return to your...meal now, but, as I said, if there is anything you need. Please feel free to find me.
[Diarmuid bows respectfully to Kariya and then walks away.]