towerofanimus | "Love Fool" Player Plot Log

"Love Fool" Player Plot Log

Characters: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne and anyone affected by his curse or who wants to get caught up in the chaos!
Setting: March 29th-April 4th. Anywhere in the tower during the beginning of the event, primarily in and around Room 4-16 later in the event.
Format: Any!
Summary: Instead of being mostly inactive, Diarmuid's curse starts being active most of the time and it's affecting both men and women! Chaos ensues! An OOC plotting and sign up post is here.
Warnings: Death, violence, blood, worms (X.x Kariya...), psychological torture, swearing, shenanigans of a romantic nature, and ANGST! I will update as it is needed!
Notes: Being affected by Diarmuid's curse requires a tag on his permissions post here so please make sure to stop by! If the log gets too big, I will make a second, overflow log and link it here. While most sections have dates on them, they are only references for the time of the week that the events are going on and not when the section is available for posting. All sections are open for posting just as soon as the log goes up and will stay open throughout the event.

Notice: The log is open! Have fun everyone and feel free to contact me if you have any questions!

Background Information:

One of Diarmuid's most defining traits is his curse, actually a gift given to him by a spirit of love, beauty, and youth as repayment for something he did for her. Unfortunately, while something like that might be an actual gift to a fellow spirit or god, giving it to a human doesn't work quite so well. Being a honorable man, though, Diarmuid has never taken advantage of those affected by his curse. Instead, he has done his best to let them down gently and guide them through the pain caused by it. Sometimes this has worked and sometimes it hasn't. In either event, he remembers vividly every person he's ever hurt because of it.

That approach works well until the woman who falls in love with him is his Lord's fiancee and a princess who won't take no for an answer. She places a geis on him that forces him to run away with her. Many things end that night and a great many more begin. At least, that's how the legends go.

In the tower, his curse has been weakened somewhat so that it is only rarely active. However, when it activates and for how long is random, and he doesn't know when it is happening until those affected start acting oddly toward him. Those so affected seem to remain that way for a week or two and often have some success controlling their reactions to him if they have a strong will or know that they are under the curse's spell.

Event Information:

During the event instead of activating only once and a while, Diarmuid's curse will almost constantly be active. It will also affect men and women meaning that almost everyone he runs into in the tower has the chance of being affected. He will not know this right away and will continue going about his normal patrol routes, meetings, and so on until he finally realizes what is going on. Once he does, he will start hiding in his room to limit the number of people affected. However, this won't work out so well because with him staying in one place, anyone who is under the curse's spell and trying to find him isn't going to have to look very hard.

Every day he will be spending at least a little time out of his room so that a character can be hit by the curse whenever they wish to be during the event. Anyone is welcome to have their character affected whether or not they actually have CR already with Diarmuid. This is actually a good time to start up CR if you have wanted to, but not been sure how since he will be checking in with people to make sure they are okay once the effects of the curse have passed. New players are also welcome!

How strongly and how long a character is affected by the curse is totally up to that character's mun. And remember, your character doesn't have to be affected by the curse to participate! Do they want to troll Diarmuid by acting like they are affected when they aren't? Do they want to slip him a gift or thank you but have been too shy to until they have the chance to do it under the guise of something else? Might they just be passing by Room 4-16 and get caught up in a fight? Do they have a friend who is affected and are trying to 'help' them out? Anything is possible and creativity is encouraged!

Below I have set up several locations and times to have things going on, but feel free to start something elsewhere if you wish! Private meetings between characters working together or other similar posts are welcome. Just be sure to mark what is going on. In an effort to try and keep everything to one log, I have made sub-headings for his Mailbox and for Network posts should characters wish to use those things as well to show their feelings. Because people are competing for his attention to the point of fighting in some cases, please be aware that I am encouraging threadjacking and sneaky tricks like stealing gifts out of his mailbox or from his room. If you want to make sure that a thread isn't interrupted by others or a gift stolen, please mark the thread's subject line with the word "Locked." Any thread marked in such a way should only have Diarmuid and the thread starter replying in it unless other arrangements have been made. All other threads are considered open for interruption, but please remember to be polite.

Important Note: To help keep things organized, please make sure to put either "Open" or "Locked" in the subject line of all newly started threads so that people know if it is okay to jump in or not. It is all right if you decide to change the status later in the thread--just adjust the comment title in the next post.

Diarmuid will not respond to threads that aren't marked until they are marked, and I would ask others not to either since once replied to, comments can't be edited. Once the thread is marked, it is fair game to be replied to.

During the end of the event players will find it harder to get into Diarmuid's room because the way will be blocked. Master Kariya Matou (

vermicompost ) will have ordered his Servant Berserker (

chevalier_mal_fet ) to guard the door. Far from what it looks like on the outside, both men aren't trying to help protect their friend from those affected. Instead, they have also been affected and are tying to keep away all other potential suitors! Can anyone say Boss Fight? Will those affected team up to take them down or maybe just sit back and let them take out a few rivals to thin the competition? It's all up to you guys and how nuts you want to get!

Important Note: When tagging the 'Boss Fight' section, in addition to marking your post "locked" or "open" in the subject line, please also state if your character is meeting Lancelot in his true form--which will mean having to deal with him in some way so your character can get through to the room--or in Diarmuid's form--which will mean he will greet your character and act like Diarmuid in an attempt to lead your character away from the room. Your character is free to be fooled or see through his deception as the thread progresses. Just be aware that Lancelot's mimic ability is high level and will take either knowing Diarmuid and his quirks well or having a lot of magical knowledge to see through.

Finally, while the tone for the event is mostly fun and humorous, if you want there can be more serious consequences. If any character is involved in a serious incident or dies because of something related to the event, please make sure you put a comment in this section with your character's name, journal, a quick blurb about what happened and, most importantly, if you want Diarmuid to know what happened. Obviously, because of his nature, he is going to want to contact anyone who is seriously impacted by or killed because of his curse.

That's it! Go forth and cause chaos! If there are questions or problems at any time, please feel free to contact me via pm though Diarmuid's journal (

oathshackledbird ) or on Plurk at

NekoSandy

IC Event Introducton:

The day starts off like any other for Diarmuid and for that he is glad. After all that had happened at the end of the month in February, quiet and routine days are something he is not going to argue against. Besides, with so many people who are from some version of the world he knows having arrived this month, he would really like them to have a chance to settle in before things get too chaotic again. There are those he would also like to spend as much time with as possible before anything else happens. So many people, himself included, need as much time as they can get to just sort out the things going on in their heads.

The problem is, will the tower give that time to them? Diarmuid knows each quiet day is one more step forward so that they can all be prepared for whatever the administrators throw at them next.

A small smile crosses his face as he takes off to make his first patrol of the tower. After that, he will probably have something to eat at the cafeteria, before taking some time to visit friends. Sometime before nightfall, he will make another patrol of the floors before retiring to his room for the night. It's a simple day and considering how quickly things can go bad in the tower when things get too complex, he's not bothered at all by that simplicity.

It's just a shame that he doesn't realize, as he leaves his room, that things won't stay simple for long. Not with his curse suddenly becoming active in a way it never has before...

Section Links:

Diarmuid's Mailbox #0091
Network Posts
Diarmuid's Room (4-16) on Mar 29th-Mar 31st
Outside of Diarmuid's room on Mar 29th-Mar 31st
Anywhere in the Tower on Mar 29th-Mar 31st
Diarmuid's Room (4-16) on April 1st-April 4th
Outside of Diarmuid's room on April 1st-4th
Anywhere in the Tower on April 1st-4th
Boss Encounter with Berserker on April 3rd-April 4th
Serious Incident/Death List

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[He surges a few feet forward, meeting the strike and feeling the impact of it along his blade. He doesn't strike at the Magus with his blade, only pushes the man against the wall and bodily holds him there. Arondight's edge rests beneath the man's throat, and they are face to face once more.]

You are a fool, Magus. There is no victory here for you.
Do you desire pain?

[He is not Mad, it is true, but even in life was Lancelot impulsive in Battle, his blood running hot and wild. He feels it now, the urge to simply move through all obstacles, all foes until there are none left.
But there is only one foe here, and not rightly even that. Diarmuid's Master. The man says that Lancelot himself is ensorcelled. But to him it seems the reverse might be true. Else why would the man risk his life in this way?]

[Yep. This was a mistake from moment one. Suicide, even. But on the other hand, if Lancelot had wanted to kill him outright then Waver would be dead by now.]

[He could have backed off. Someone like this knight would surely listen to an opponent's surrender. But...no. He couldn't back down even with a sword at his throat. Diarmuid's curse had already given him enough trouble in life. Waver could say with certainty he wasn't affected, something he didn't dare assume about anyone else at this point. If he had to go straight through even Berserker in order to protect the only friend Waver Velvet ever had, then he would no matter how futile the attempt.]

...Scalp.

[From Lancelot's side, the mercury serpent struck at the knight's head again.]

Edited 2013-04-03 17:33 (UTC)

[The only way to move to evade such a strike is forward. The fact that Waver Velvet is between his body and a very solid wall is pure happenstance. As it is, he feels one or two the the Magus' ribs (at least) give under the strain as he presses the man flat, narrowly avoiding the metal flung at his head.

Holding Arondight in place, Lancelot brings up his other hand, gripping Waver Velvet's jaw with cold, steel-mailed fingers. They are close now, the distance of a kiss, and Lancelot glares into the man's eyes, a sharp edge of warning in his voice.]

Cease this madness-- or you will perish. Silence!

[That was one of many drawbacks of Volumen Hydragyrum; it wouldn't attack unless commanded in this particular mode.]

[The drawbacks of everything else was that Waver was having a hell of a time breathing with what must have been broken ribs, much less speaking. He was close enough to at least try a physical attack, but against a Servant he'd probably just break his hands. And he didn't dare move with a sword against his throat.]

[Even with the pain and even in such a dire situation, all he did was stare in defiance. I'm not afraid to die here. If dying's the only result of trying to help Diarmuid, I'll do it. You'll have to kill me if you want to stop me.]

[He does not desire this man's death, truly. But neither will he disobey his Master and Diarmuid himself. He is sworn to hold the door and to preserve the peace, and so he shall.

There is defiance in Waver Velvet's eyes, but perhaps now he has broken enough of the man's ribs and bruised enough of his vitals that the Magus will be unable to speak effectively to his familiar.

With a sudden rush, Lancelot pushes away from the man and puts his back to the door once more. His eyes are on Waver Velvet's chest as he tries to draw breath, and on his quicksilver servant, revolving slowly by the man's side.

Lancelot holds Arondight at guard. His voice is a low and harsh-edged thing.]

I tell you, I do not wish your death. Your effort has been valiant, and none can say you have not courage-- but you must yield to me, Waver Velvet.

Edited 2013-04-04 04:26 (UTC)

[Waver faltered as Berserker backed off, staggering and very nearly doubling over in pain before supporting himself against the wall.]

I c-- [He winced as he tried to form words properly with several broken ribs.] -won't...back down.

[The mercury shuddered as though uncertain of what to do; responding to Waver's will as much as his voice, it halted and hesitated as its owner struggled to even stand upright.]

I don't c...care if I can't...beat you. [Even though he was gasping for air and speaking in a forced, pained tone, Waver was still every bit as defiant and unafraid.] I w--won't just...abandon him to save myself.

Edited 2013-04-04 04:54 (UTC)

[It is enough to try his reason. Well, perhaps not quite enough for that, but quite enough to try his patience at least. Still, the man's devotion is something he must allow he respects.

Lancelot does not drop his guard, but he does make one last appeal to reason.]

You do not abandon him to peril, Waver Velvet. I assure you, he is as safe with my Master as may be. Surely he can be no threat to The First Knight of the Fianna.

[He watches the man struggle to stand, to breathe.]
You should send word for a Healer, Magus. I tell you, you must yield.

[With how things had been going the past few days, Waver didn't trust anyone. Or, he trusted them less than usual. He didn't dare assume anything about anyone's motives, even Kariya and Lancelot. Maybe he wasn't a threat in the normal terms. But what about any of this was normal at all?]

I'd s-sooner hear that from Diarmuid himself. But since that's n...not going to happen...

[It took him a second to properly breathe before snapping another order at the mercury beside him. It immediately sprang back to attention, twisting and swinging itself at Lancelot's head once more.

[If the man won't silence himself, Lancelot will have to be the one to silence him. For his own good, of course. This cannot continue.

He moves faster than even the enchanted metal can track, and seizes hold of Waver Velvet once more. He pins the Magus against the wall and holds him there, not with his sword, but with his arm. With one long, large hand, he covers Waver Velvet's mouth.

He intends to deprive the man of sufficient air until he looses consciousness. But Berserker's purpose is in killing, not in bodily restraint and mediation of force. Lancelot, in watching the Magus' eyes as he struggles for breath, perhaps underestimates the damage done to the man's insides.

The quickcilver he ignores, as it is no threat without its Master's voice.]

I will have Silence, Magus-- and an end to this folly. Sleep.

[Fuck.]

[It was already nigh impossible to breathe; this was definitely just the finisher to what had been a laughably one-sided battle from the start. Honestly, he'd expected to be afraid of death. It was a surprise to be suddenly aware that all he felt was the same old endless frustration with himself.]

[Of course he couldn't protect anyone. Of course he was never anything but pathetic. He was still that incompetent child with delusions of grandeur, wasn't he? Diarmuid had risked his life for him, ten years ago. Fought and bled and suffered all for the sake of some imbecile that hadn't known anything about anything, and as payment Waver had utterly failed to do the same.]

[Idiot. And here you thought you had changed...you're still the same wretched worthless Waver Velvet.]

[He was almost glad his life didn't flash before his eyes. That would have just been the final nail of humiliation in his slightly more than metaphorical coffin.]

Edited 2013-04-04 20:01 (UTC)

[It's only when he releases his hand that Lancelot realizes that the thread of Life that he had thought grown merely thin-- is snapped.

Waver Velvet's injuries must have been more serious than he had reckoned. Lancelot lets the man's body sag against him as he bears its weight away from the wall. The Magus' familiar seems still.

His armor, he banishes. If the sight of him holding a corpse before Diarmuid's door does not ward off those who would linger, then he knows not what will.
Lancelot may not leave the area before the door, but neither can he think what would be right to do, now this thing has happened. This thing that he himself brought about.

He had not sought Waver Velvet's death, but still the man has died by his hand.
Lancelot shifts to and fro before the door. It is odd, but he wishes to speak with his Master more than anything.]

[It's then that Kariya thinks to check on Lancelot, and the first thing he sees is Lancelot, his armor gone, holding Waver, and Waver lying limp in his arms. His eyes widen. He had told Lancelot to guard the door, but this wasn't something he'd expected. He'd only wanted Lancelot to chase people away, not harm them. Or not much.]

Lancelot, what did you do?

[He isn't angry, at first, so much as surprised. And a small, cruel part of him isn't that sorry, so long as it means that Diarmuid is still safe and still with him. He knows it's wrong to feel that way, but he can't help himself. He wants Diarmuid to be his. And it's not as if death is permanent here.]

[It is odd since Kariya hasn't left Diarmuid's side all day for the man to do so. Of course, by now Diarmuid has realized the man is under his curse's spell. Lancelot as well. But with Kariya so deeply affected and easily hurt, Diarmuid hasn't tried very hard to break the illusion yet. He's not sure how.

And he has to admit, he's been glad for the quiet having Lancelot at the door has provided him.

Still, he hears the scuffle at the door and the low tense voices worry Diarmuid. It makes the dread that had hit him not long before even stronger, so he quietly makes his way to the door.

What he sees when he gets to the door make his heart stop. Before his mouth can even form words, tears start sliding down his cheeks.]

Why... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

[Suddenly, he's shaking so hard that he has to reach out for the door frame to keep himself from collapsing.

It can't be... Waver...]

No...

[HOLY SHIT]

[That was the only way Lancer could describe the scene in front of his eyes. Holy Shit.]

[He had gone away from the door for a while, content in the knowledge that Diarmuid seemed alright. But he had come back to a limp Waver being held by Lancelot and Diarmuid crying.]

Bro...?

[He turns his eyes onto Lancelot.]

...What did you do?

[Lancelot himself seems dazed, shaken even. He is well used to death, to killing, but not to ending a life on accident. He truly had not wanted to kill Waver Velvet. Yet the man lies dead in his arms. What is to be said?]

He would not yield. I only sought his silence. But he would not yield to me.

[A light growl rises in Lancer's throat.]

Well, he's silent enough now.

[His hands clench into fists at his side.]

Does he still live, Lancelot?

[He desperately wants Lancelot to say yes. Kariya and Lancelot are his friends and so is Waver. He would hate to know that his friends and his brother are hurting, much less killing, each other.]

He would not yield. Though I begged him.
I did not put him to the sword-- I did not seek his death, I swear to you!

[Though still unknown to him, the Curse pains him, spurs and maddens him. Diarmuid's tears are nearly enough to undo him, but they are true. This is what he is. Betrayer. Destroyer.]

But words from my mouth can be no comfort to you. There is naught to say in my defense, the fault is mine.
I cannot ask your forgiveness.

[Diarmuid hardly hears Lancelot's words. Unconsciously, he reaches out toward Waver's body, but stops, suddenly jerking his hand back like he's been burnt.

Is this his punishment? For the time he killed Kariya to end his suffering all that time ago? Now Lancelot has killed the man who is the only person Diarmuid will call master? One master's life for the other?

Even if Lancelot hadn't been in the tower when that had happened?

Diarmuid leans his full weight against the doorway in an effort to stay on his feet. The effort is in vain though, and he starts sliding to the floor.]

Master... Master...

[The words slide from his mouth, child-like and broken. Almost like as if he's a child calling for his mother, begging her to come back. Waver has been a much needed anchor ever since he arrived here and now he's gone.

And Diarmuid can't even turn to his brother for comfort since things are still so strained between them.

He closes his eyes, desperately trying to center himself, but instead of finding that center, he finds an empty void.

And begins to fall.]

[Lancer doesn't say anything, but he rushes over as his brother begins to fall and catches him, gently easing him into a kneeling position on the floor with Lancer himself kneeling next to him. Still silent, he hugs Diarmuid tightly and leans over so their faces are right next to each other.]

[He's not sure how much comfort he can offer Diarmuid now, given how awkward things have been since he was affected by that curse. More over he, should be yelling at Lancelot for doing something so cruel, but currently, he feels more concerned than angry.]

It's all right. He'll be back soon.

[Kariya feels a little callous saying this, but he only means to reassure. His own death in the Tower had been long and painful, and at least Waver's was quick, he thinks, but he doesn't say as much.]

Don't worry, Diarmuid.

[He comes to kneel beside Diarmuid himself, feeling a pang of jealousy at the sight of Diarmuid and Lancer's closeness in spite of the selfishness of it. But why can't he be selfish sometimes? He can't control the way he feels.]

He wouldn't want you to be upset. [He thinks this is true and says it gently.] I'm sorry. I only wanted to give you some peace. It's my fault this happened. [Selfish or not, Kariya is quick to heap blame onto himself.] But he'll be all right.

[It feels strange to say that about someone who's dead, but that is true here, not that he means to make light of Waver's death.]

[Diarmuid is weeping, nearly insensate in Cu Chulainn's arms, and he can find no proper words to answer the other Lancer, the object of Diarmuid's affections. His own voice sounds hollow to his ears. Waver Velvet's body is cooling in his arms.]

Yes, he is Silent-- he is dead. I can only think he could not get his breath, for I never touched him with my blade. I only sought to restrain him.

Not this. I swear it.

[But his Master is speaking and he find it so strange to turn there for discipline, for reassurance, when he has never sought these things from this man before-- yet he does.]

I did not wish to harm him, Master. He simply would not stop-- no matter how I warned him or fended off his attacks.

I only wanted him silent. Master-- I must beg your forgiveness as well.

[There are people around him. Arms lowering him to the ground. Voices trying to calm him, but none of it makes it through the fog of emotion that is surrounding him. It's a lot like the fog that had surrounded him after killing Kariya. So much pain. So much shock.

So much guilt. So very much guilt.

It swirls around him like a dark, suffocating mud coating all parts of him, darkening him, staining him.

Why? Why is this happening? Has he really been so bad? Done so much wrong?

Of course, he has.

A choking sob tears itself from his throat. Diarmuid tries to speak, but no words come out. Instead, there is just a low moan of agony.

And as that terribly broken and lost sound claws itself from his throat, the tears slipping from his eyes begin to tint in color. They are no longer clear, but red.

Blood red.

He man not be fatally wounded physically right now, but emotionally? Mentally?

He feels like he's very slowly bleeding to death. So much has happened this week and this is just the horrible conclusion.

If it's the conclusion, why is he still alive? Shouldn't it be ending in his death? Isn't that how it's suppose to be?]

[Cu Chulainn raises a hand to wipe away his brother's tears. He wants to yell at Kariya and Lancelot. Tell them to leave because they've already done enough. Scream at them that they, more than anyone else, should have understood Diarmuid's feelings. That of all people they should not have been the ones to destroy what little happiness Diarmuid had found.]

[But right now, he's silent because he knows Diarmuid doesn't need any more noise.]

[Until he realizes the bloody tears streaming down his brother's face.]

...Brother?

[His eyes go wide in fear and confusion.]

Brother, what's going on? Are you hurt?

[He frantically wipes at Diarmuid's face with his hands but THE BLOOD JUST KEEPS COMING.]

Diarmuid!? Brother!

[Even as he wipes at Diarmuid's cheeks, he glances around the hallway, staring at Kariya and Lancelot and everyone else. He doesn't say it, but he's desperately hoping that someone will take the hint and go get a healer. Right now, he cares less for punishing Lancelot than making sure Diarmuid is alright.]

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