the world stopped turning after my fall

[bowandblade]

Characters: Archer/Gilgamesh [AU3] and you!
Setting: Dorm room 2-12 initially, then on to other floors
Format: Whatever you prefer
Summary: Newly arrived and quick to shirk heavy duty explanations and get down to the business of exploring. That's Archer for you.
Warnings: Arrogance and dangerousness if provoked. Typical Gilgamesh.

Dormitory 02-12

Waking up to the feeling of not being able to move was not a completely new experience to Gilgamesh, unfortunately enough. After all, it had not been that long ago that he had expended just about all of his prana and then been overtaken by Saber's Excalibur, and waking up from that feeling had not been fun at all.

But he did not remember falling asleep in a bed. Did he even make it to the couch? Either way, he was staring at a ceiling that was unfamiliar, and his head was cushioned in such a way that--

--Ah. And there was the ability to move again. His lips quirk into a frown as he sits up and stares at ... his clothes. What was this thing supposed to be? Whatever it was, he was better off without it, and so he immediately unzipped the skin-tight suit and began tugging the material off of his arms.

Depending on how long it takes for someone to discover the new resident of room 12 on floor 2, he may be stripped down to half-wearing the suit, not wearing the suit at all, or be in the process of changing into a pair of black pants and an orange v-neck shirt.


Various dormitory levels

After getting out of the dorm room, it's time to properly acclimate himself to his surroundings.
That means wandering around. Gilgamesh doesn't really glance at the nameplates as he goes along, instead focusing on how everything looks pretty much the same wherever he goes. Boring.

He can be seen looking at some of the network terminals as he goes along, though he's not yet to the point of actually operating them. Maybe later, after he's gotten a little bored of exploring by foot. On the dormitory first floor, he's even looking at the open elevator with mild curiosity. Because this floor numbering system is downright odd.


Floor 81

A fascinating display.

Gilgamesh cranes his head back as far as his neck allows, taking in the strange view of the tower that seemed to stretch onward beyond earth and the stars. Seated at the window and quiet in his musings, he wonders if this is a view like what the gods could see. Was this the empty space that Enki sliced through in its devastating drive towards earth?

The mere question sends him back to his battle with Saber, and he finds himself scolding Enki for having failed him at such a critical moment. Because muttering to yourself while staring into space is definitely not strange. (But muttering to a pair of golden swords really wouldn't be much better, anyway.)


Various first block floors

The very idea of exploring new surroundings seems to give energy to the golden-haired man's actions. While he has no set destination on any of the floors he visits, he looks confident; a sharp smile never seems too far away from his face. After puzzling out the elevator earlier, it seemed fitting to go out and actually look at some of the floors in between elevator-visited areas.

Comments

floor 81;

[swordedpast]

[ He knows the feel of another Servant nearby.

Normally, that'd be a cue to watch and observe from a distance. He doesn't need to be picking fights here. But Archer is not in the greatest of moods, and so when he approaches, it's boldly and without caution. ]

There's no place for another hero up in those stars.

Is that what you were curious about?

Re: floor 81;

[bowandblade]

[Though he feels the presence of another Servant, Gilgamesh is in no hurry to acknowledge him. It's only when the voice is carried across the lounge to his ears that he looks away from the sight of the sprawling tower that seems all too capable of going on forever.

The question is met with a smirk.]

Hardly. I had just wondered what a tower built on impossibilities would look like.

[swordedpast]

[ Is there something distantly familiar about this guy? No, nothing. Probably nothing at all. ]

What's so impossible about it?

--well, any number of things are, but let me hear your opinion, since you might turn out to be my enemy.

[bowandblade]

[His smile sharpens just a tad at the other Servant's words. The mentioning of enemy was an interesting way to go about greeting another Servant, especially with his War interrupted.]

Such bold words. My opinion of this tower will decide whether or not I am your enemy?

[swordedpast]

Nothing like that.

[ His own smile was sharp too. ]

But since you might turn out to be my enemy regardless, it's good for me to know more about you.

[bowandblade]

[He rests one hand on his hip in an almost casual manner, assessing the white-haired Servant for a moment. Then his smile broadens in amusement.]

A tower holding the souls of those plucked from various worlds and times sounds like a mockery of the Throne. To claim the destruction of those worlds is furthermore distasteful.

[swordedpast]

Wow, it sounds like you're bothered by the idea of someone mocking the Throne of Heroes. Are you that attached to the thing? Well, we all are attached to it, I suppose, but not like that.

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

It might be distasteful, but it's probably true, you know.

[bowandblade]

[A short laugh escapes him at the jab about the Throne of Heroes, but he otherwise does not react to the sarcasm. In the fact that this tower mocked the Throne was another oddity -- that something like this could happen at all with Heroic Spirits.]

I have heard probably far too many times since I awakened. Does no one know with certainty what has transpired outside of this tower?

[swordedpast]

Sorry.

[He doesn't sound particularly sorry.]

They've got us all blinded, or they might as well have. Even the tower itself is a mystery and a half.

[bowandblade]

[The mentioning of the tower draws Gilgamesh's attention away from the other Servant's unapologetic tone and back to the glass, and he gives it a tap with his foot.]

I have heard it has over a hundred floors. This view, if it is no magic or hologram, would imply far more than that.

[Because all Heroic Spirits know about science fiction-y things like holograms.]

[swordedpast]

[A shrug. He's still watching the other Servant with inscrutable and unafraid eyes.]

More floors appear from time to time. And besides--there are lower floors we normally can't get to.

[He smirks faintly.]

Going to take that as a challenge?

[bowandblade]

A challenge? [He scoffs. Traversing a tower was supposed to be a challenge now? Even with monsters involved, he was confident that he could handle himself while exploring.] It would be better to call it a way to pass the time.

[Servant or not, he was not going to do something as foolish as break glass that was potentially keeping him from being ejected out into the vacuum of space. So he would have to do more manually exploring than he would normally care for.]

[swordedpast]

Is that so? Wow, you're really confident.

[He can't quite pin down why, but somehow that seems about right for this golden-haired Servant.]

If you do find a way into the lower levels, I'll concede you have reason to be confident, so tell me if that happens.

[bowandblade]

Hah. If it is as difficult as you claim, then it may be worth proclaiming to the whole tower.

[Because that is clearly what one should do when you accomplish something you're not supposed to do.]

[swordedpast]

You make it sound like you'll shout from the top. I don't think that works, so use the terminals instead.

If you don't mind the administrators finding out you defied them.

[bowandblade]

[He laughs. Oh, practicality and down-to-earth-ness, wrapped into another joke.]

Ah, secrecy. Yes, I would imagine that would be a fine trait for an act of rebellion! [Not his style at all, but he could keep his mouth shut if he had to.

He rubs his thumb against his index and middle fingers thoughtfully before tilting his head at the other Servant.]

Then I will have your name, for when I make my way to these 'lower levels.'

[swordedpast]

My name? Jeez, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm Archer.

[He smirks coolly.]

That's all you're getting out of me about that.

[bowandblade]

[...His eyes gleam with interest when he hears that title. After the hound's mentions of other Servants, he had idly wondered about the different types he would see around.]

Then we are in a similar situation -- an identical one, in fact. I am also known as Archer.

[And a few other things as well, but he was in fact interested in what this other Archer would say.]

[swordedpast]

Wow, that'll get confusing.

[And that's the only thing this Archer has to say about that. He's still half-smirking and watching the other one with cool eyes.]

[bowandblade]

Not at all! The differences between us are like night and day! [He lifts his chin and smiles, approving of his own comparison.] The dark and light Archers, black and gold, the same and yet different!

[His tone is dramatic and enthused, contrasting with the other's comment.]

[swordedpast]

...seriously?

[Well, that kind of kills his composure a bit. The red Archer stares incredulously at the golden one.]

Did you just compare us to night and day?

Wow, that's embarrassing.

[He has only vague memories of a golden Archer, but he's pretty sure they don't include comparisons like that.]

[bowandblade]

Come now, there is nothing embarrassing about it! Unless you are embarrassed, of course.

[He laughs at the idea, because so far this has probably been the most like-minded conversation he has had all day. ...Or whatever passes as "day" in this place.]