First Bolt Shell: Legion of One

[greyerrant]

Characters: Garviel and you
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Prose
Summary: Garviel wanders the tower doing various things including kicking butt
Warnings: Anything is possible including a heck of a lot of violence. Definitely descriptions of blood and war.



Floor Fifty-Six:

A huge armored figure is wandering the strange hospital ward, as if seeking something he has forgotten. He calls a name every now and then.
"Ferrus? Samus? Aqua? Nikolai? Arturia?"

Nothing but silence greets him. Lights flicker as he moves from room to room, a grey ghost of a battle that was fought in this very tower, and on a thousand other worlds as well. And yet... there is something plaintive in the sounds of the names he calls out in this place.

Floor Sixty-Seven (NIGHT)
The strange twining staircase has become a veritable waterfall of gore, blood and ichor slicking the steps from iron to light in all hues as the sound of battle crashes higher up. It would appear Cerberus set upon a band of orcs at night, or the band set on him, and he decided to single-handedly re-enact the battle of Ullanor. He holds one aloft, just over the edge of the stairs, his armor scarred by their cleavers and bows, then casts it down, smashing it into a pulpy, broken mass onto the stairs itself. His armored chest heaves, and he turns, growling in an almost-feral manner as he continues his ascent. Dare you approach?

Floor Twenty-Five: The grey knight stands vigil in the meadow, his massive form suggesting a grim sentinel in an otherwise beautiful place. He appears to be... shocked by it. Completely at a loss of what to do in a place of undespoiled natural beauty which has not been touched by war.

Floor Fifteen: A pale-skinned man one size too large to be human appears to be working dents out of a breastplate using the tools available in the workshop, hammering away at them in a less then adept manner. It would seem he has only enough skill to effect the most basic repairs on his own armor. Care to offer him some advice?

Comments

Floor 25

[tohko_amano]

After finishing up her library duties, Tohko had come down to the twenty-fifth floor, holding a copy of The Little Prince, Stardust, and Good Omens, all with the intent to read and eat them in peace and quiet while mulling over things. However, when she saw a familiar face, she couldn't help but go over to him, smiling. He looked a little..surprised.]

Hello! It's nice to see you again..but what are you thinking about, if you don't mind my asking?

Re: Floor 25

[greyerrant]

I'm wondering why this place doesn't seem to be touched by war or horror. I've never been in a place like this before, and I've visited over 200 worlds in the course of my undertakings.

Floor 25

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko looked pretty surprised at that, but she continued to smile all the while.]

I see..I'm sorry to hear that you've had to fight for so long that you never saw a place like this. We try not to fight here, since monsters don't come in. It's a small place where you don't have to worry about them..but, you know, we had places like this back home too.

floor 67 cause rin's got balls

[angramaintsu]

"Geez, are you really going to eliminate them all? Someone might be upset that you haven't left any for them."

While it may be unknown if she's the one who intentionally gave Garviel away (what, tricking monsters onto people might be a sick hobby some people in this tower have) or if she just happened upon the scene, one thing's for certain.

Those red eyes are wide with curiosity. "Careful now, you don't want to be exhausted when you're this far away from the dormitory level."

[greyerrant]

"I will purge all that I find, yes. They have been the foes of humanity since we first came to the stars."

He pauses, turning to her, blood dripping from his fingers and splattered over his chest, turning the grey warrior an incarnadine color.

"I am not tired. I can fight for up to a week with minimal ill effects, as long as I am supplied with food."

He pauses for a moment, as if weighing his words, then says,

"Thank you for the expression of concern, Mamzel, but this is my duty."

Floor 56

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber hadn't found this floor to be anything to bother with. In fact, she wouldn't have even stopped at it if she had not heard an all-too-familiar name drifting to her as she passed the door.

Stepping inside, she assumed the armored being was calling for her other self. In a dress of black and unarmored, Saber stopped inside the door.]

I do not believe you will find her here.

[As Saber couldn't sense the presence of her other self on the floor.]

herp derp sorry

[greyerrant]

I had... thought as much.

[ His massive shoulders sag, not so much from disappointment as acceptance that he is alone here. ]

I have not seen them in some time, almost a month, now.

[ He pauses for a moment, eyeing Saber. ]

Thank you for your help. You know.... Samus, Arturia, or Aqua then?

Floor 15

[hegantha]

Amberley sneaks into the room and taps Garviel on the shoulder. Nevermind that she's sneaking up on a Space Marine of all things. She just thinks that he could stand to loosten up, that's all.

... At least she seems to be in a better mood if she's being playful like this. Maybe her new attire has something to do with it; she's dressed in a cadian imperial guard uniform, minus the helmet.

"Hello there! You're not so bad looking without that armor on."

The rarest garvi emote

[greyerrant]

The warrior turns around, sheened by sweat, his chest heaving a bit from exertion. When he turns, Amberley can get a good look at the more recently healed wounds on his body, paler sections where he seems to have been burned, and several puckered scars on his chest that would appear to the eye of an experienced Inquisitor to be healed sword wounds. He looks down at Amberley, blinking a few times in confusion. This may be the first time a woman has ever complimented him on his appearance, and he clearly doesn't know what to say.

"I wasn't aware. My thanks."

He notices her guard uniform, and is intrigued, it looks like an Imperial Army uniform to him, though the iconography is somewhat muddled to someone from the great Crusade.

"You are wearing flak-plate. Good safety discipline in a place like this."

He's doing his best to compliment her, really, but he's incredibly bad at women, as his long-suffering Remembrancer would likely have told her.

Floor 15

[hideandhero]

What's that you got going on there?

[He was obviously working on his armor. Cain had never seen the gribly bits of suck a thing but fancied himself fairly decent at juryrigging stuff, mostly for pranks. Of course, he never let himself get caught by a techpriest.]

You end up breaking it?

[greyerrant]

Just some scratches and dents. I was attacked by a small mob of orks on the stairs and my armor was damaged while I purged them.

[ He frowns slightly, not at Cain but at something he realized about the orks. ]

They were a bit small for Greenskins, and none of them carried any kind of ranged weapon beyond bows. Do we have a feral tribe here? Or do they just lack any Meks to cobble together shootas for them?

Stairwell coming up into Floor 68?

[neverbeamemory]

Not very many people would would be this far into the Tower at this time of night on account of the monster population that takes over in the hours of Darkness. Sephiroth has never let that stop him though, indeed after the recent 3-day monster hunt he's discovered more than just the First block is relatively safe enough for him to hunt around at nighttime.

Surprisingly the long winding stairwell down around the mountain was clear completely of monsters, this on it's own is something to note. Sephiroth continues down to where the stairwell splits into the next floor, only to see a heavily armored resident covered in all manner of blood and gore come heaving up the same set of stairs. Masamune is held back, curved upwards along side the outside of his arm for a moment, so that there would be enough room for him to pass onto the next floor.

"So that's where all the monsters were. Nice work."

[greyerrant]

The red-eyed warrior looks up from the shattered body of the last orc, and says.

"It was only duty."

Floor 67

[ajealouswind]

Kain could hear the battle from the stairs, even before he reached the floor. It had been a hard evening, one he hadn't intended to spend so far from safety and in quite so much combat. And blast it, he did not want to have to try fighting on this damned floor with its damned unreliable physics. But the elevator was close. He would press on. He....

"Uwah!" ...he would spring back just in time to avoid being crushed (Or at least wounded and/or inconvenienced) by a falling orc. He stared at it, tipped his head upwards to follow the path of where it came from, and spotted Garviel. "Take care where you throw your refuse!" It's half-annoyed, half-amused, and entirely impressed with how well he disposed of the creature.

[greyerrant]

"My apologies mortal. I'll be more careful the next time I slaughter a mob of orks."

There's almost a hint of sarcasm to his voice, or amusement, or both.

15

[kismetatropos]

A very tall man appears next to him, apparently patching up his own armor. He's quite massive himself, though his muscles are rather lean. He looked up at the hammering, quiet for a moment before speaking up in a rather even tone.

"You want to be less haphazard with your repairs," he said carefully, not wanting to be insulting. "Sometimes tempering works better than hammering. Hammering can make flaws in the metal harder to fix."

Re: 15

[greyerrant]

"Can you show me?" Asks the scarred giant, turning to the tall man with an expression of open curiosity in his eyes. Whatever Loken's flaws, and they are many, an unwillingness to learn isn't one of them.

Floor 25! Redux!

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[As his Master is spending time with his "nephew", Lancelot has determined to spend a peaceful afternoon alone.
Prior to the recent unpleasantness, a Magus had done Lancelot a favor. A favor he is quite sure is not without its debt, but a favor nonetheless. He has brought the rather elderly-looking (though less so than before) book repaired by Rin's Magic with him to the Meadow. There seems to him to be no more fitting time to linger over it than just now, so soon after his "death" at Arthur's hand-- nor a more fitting place.
Later, he will take himself off through the Tower and wreak what havoc he may-- but for now, a moment of respite seems a reasonable idea.

But there is one here before him. A familiar silhouette, at least in part.
He cannot guess if the Knight will know him-- in his dark suit, his sword undrawn.

It only occurs to him when he makes to speak that for all their talk on this very field, he does not know the man's name.]

Greetings, Knight.

Re: Floor 25! Redux!

[greyerrant]

"Greetings." Loken says, his voice more muffled than it was the last time they spoke, the voxcasters on his helm have been disabled for some reason.

Floor 25

[bigbridgebattler]

[Gilgamesh is not the most stealthy of men. It's hard to say whether his tromping steps or his loud belly laugh would be the first that Garviel hears, but the red clad warrior seems to be walking right towards the grey one.]

Bohohoho! I knew I would find strong warriors here!

Re: Floor 25

[greyerrant]

Don't get too excited. It was only war.

[ He scowls at the dead orc. ]

Floor 56

[earthshards]

[It's hard not to stop when you hear a familiar name being called. Especially when that name happens to belong to one of your 'siblings'/best friends.

And then he sees the giant of a man he had seen in the library back in February, when the visitors from Hinoto-Ri had been in the tower. Was this... the same man?

He steps out into the open, lowering the hood of his coat as he does so and his curiosity plain as day on his face.] You know Aqua?

['You're from Hinoto-Ri, aren't you?']

Re: Floor 56

[greyerrant]

Yes I do. I... thought she might have ended up here, like I did.

You know her as well, then?

Floor Fifteen. Dwarves love forges.

[sonof_thrain]

Thorin could not help be drawn to the sound of hammering as he turned the corner on Floor Fifteen. He had not ventured here before, so everything was new to him. He followed the sound and came to see a large man hammering away. Was he a blacksmith? Thorin wanted to delve into such work himself, as he was a keen smith.

Walking closer, he kept his distance but tried to see what the man was doing. "Tis fine work you do. Are you a blacksmith?"

[greyerrant]

"Would that I was." His hammering seems rather crude, compared to the fine crafting of the armor itself.

"This was not made by my hand, I'm simply trying to maintain a gift of the Mechanicus. And... well, failing."