towerofanimus | 001. ♔ +1 Hero Type

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001. ♔ +1 Hero Type

Characters: ProtoSaber and you!
Setting: Various floors; dorms, the beach on floor 62, the kitchen on floor 60, and the cafeteria.
Format: Prose to begin with, but I will match you.
Summary: Saber has just arrived in the Tower and he is searching for his Master. (Note: If you've started a thread with Saber in the Test Drive Meme and would like to continue it here, just drop me a note!)
Warnings: Uh. A King Arthur who's a dude.

♔ DORMITORIES
Immediately upon his awakening, the first thing Saber thinks to do is, predictably, look for Ayaka. This is not to say that their sudden, inexplicable change of location and the documents the apparent "hosts" of this strange place provided for him do not concern him, for they do, but what is the point of worrying about any of that if he is not with his Master? For a Servant, being unable to sense the Master's presence is more than simply alarming— it serves as knowledge of how real the likelihood of vanishing is; for Saber, it is proof of his failure to fulfill his purpose, his only goal, because neither he nor Ayaka ever wanted the Grail and all the pursuit of it entails.

He checks every floor of the dormitories and finds evidence of the girl being somewhere in the Tower — her name on a wall — but he has yet to find her. Asking around doesn't seem to get him much either, so he tries to think like Ayaka. Where would she spend her time? What would she do while here alone? Stay somewhere safe... The living quarters seem to be the best place for that so far...

Ah, but Ayaka is a human girl. She does need to eat.

♔ FLOOR 62 ; BEACH
As luck would have it, the cafeteria is near the ground level of the tower and while that didn't seem like it would be trouble at first, realizing that the dormitories are on the highest floors of a tower that seemingly stretches on forever was a shocking moment. Just what was this place? Saber opted for the stairs and as he began his descent, he checked several floors in hopes he'd come across one that seemed like an ideal hiding place for one particular awkward, teenaged girl.

One such floor is obviously supposed to be a beach, but as far as Saber knows, it's not possible to contain an entire beach complete with its own sun and wind, brine and sand, indoors. It's unnatural, therefore the only reasonable explanation he can come up with is magi. Obviously, magic on a scale he's seen only a few times in his life. He doesn't know enough about magecraft to know if this is even possible for an average magus. Some time spent surveying the waves leads him not to trust the safeness of the water's movements and he has to wonder why someone would craft an ocean that seems so eager to swallow someone up.

♔ FLOOR 60 ; KITCHEN
Knowledge of modern technology imparted upon him from the Holy Grail only goes so far when it comes to understanding all the equipment inside the huge kitchen. He understands refrigeration and some of the tools, but he's never seen a freezer as large as the one he finds here, so he walks inside of it, curious.

"Do they prepare meals here? It's still a long ways from the cafeteria."

♔ CAFETERIA
With the amount of people bustling around, a mealtime is underway and everything smells rather... floral. Being a Servant of sorts, Saber doesn't require food or sleep, but as he passes some of the tables, he can't help glancing at the plates of food and wondering what they taste like. It's been a very long time since he's enjoyed such a well prepared meal and a good cup of tea. Perhaps if Ayaka is here...

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[ Standing in one of the hallways of the dormitories is someone who's bound to set of warning sirens in the mind of a Servant if they're keen enough with their abilities. Rin doesn't seem terribly bothered by his presence himself as she lifts her gaze from the book in hand to acknowledge him. ]

Don't you think it's creepy to look at those nameplates? Some of us prefer privacy.

[ With the aura she's radiating, Saber is surprised he didn't sense her while he was on the last floor still. He stops heading to the next door to read that nameplate as well in favor of regarding her seriously. So far, her demeanor doesn't seem like she'll be a threat to him, but he's still wary of her. ]

Not when they are clearly laid out for public use. Some of us have people we wish to find.

[ And protect, but if she hasn't figured that out already, he's not going to offer up the information freely. ]

Huh, someone who actually takes initiative?

[ She really does sound surprised over it as the book lowers. ]

Usually they just whine over the terminal asking everyone else, but here you are looking specifically. Didn't you read the letter they gave everyone?

Saber can see a huge armored knight eating with no apparent gusto in the cafeteria, apparently the fancy flower-based food of this month doesn't appeal to him. He has a sober mien about him, and simply grinds through the food like an industrial machine. His war plate whirs and hums as he eats and moves, though he doesn't initially acknowledge the once and future king. Finally, he looks up, and will meet Saber's eyes with deep set grey eyes, framed by a craggy face and crowned with blond hair so light as to be almost silver.

And at that point he will manage a slow nod, and nothing else.

Edited 2013-05-15 16:42 (UTC)

Are you hungry?

[An angel has noticed all his glancing.]

There's more than enough for everyone. You can have some if you want.

[ And there's going to be a redhead who seems to be... eating so fast that it's impolite. So sorry, Proto!Seiba, but this guy just can't help it when it comes to food. So yeah.

ANYWAY, this Els dude is probably near your seat, or even just next to yours. Soon though, he notices the curious gaze of the man in armor. Cue pausing the meal. ]

You're hungry, buddy?

[ OMNOMNOMNOM. ]

[Lancer has to do a double take when he sees Saber standing in the cafeteria.]

S-saber?

[He asks cautiously. After all, there's more than one person in this Tower who has that face.]

[Further down the beach is a large man clad in red. He seems to be looking out over the ocean, contemplating the landscape same as Arthur is.

He doesn't seem to notice Arthur as he draws his own katana and begins taking practice swings against the salty air.]

[Kariya is here, camera in hand, taking pictures. He won't venture into the water, but he stands near it, the waves almost lapping at his shoes. It's hard to take a photo of the water to his liking, to capture the light on the waves, but that's exactly what he's trying to do. He's so intent on his task that he doesn't immediately realize that someone else is there. It's not anything Saber does that alerts him to the fact, but the sense of power that suddenly washes over him. He lowers his camera with a start, turning toward Saber.]

Oh. Hello.

[Another Servant? There's something familiar about this man, but he can't say what it is.]

I did.

[ The idea of entrusting his duties to someone else feels incredibly bizarre to him. Why other people would do it, he has no clue, unless they were children... or sickly... or elderly...

All right, he can think of a few reasons, but surely not everyone is incapable of such a task themselves here. ]

But if I am here, it is possible that the person I am searching for is also here.

[Someone is whistling as he browses over the tower network from one of the hallway alcoves. Archer doesn't usually take the time to hop on the network, but sometimes reading it had benefits; there were some anonymous postings that were helpful, and it had led to him finding out about the Lancer of Fianna's party.

Of course, his browsing does not keep him from sensing the presence of another Servant nearby. It's just that there's so many Servants in the Tower that one being nearby doesn't really mean as much as it did before.

So. Whistling.]

[Normally, he'd be more inclined to sit by one of the Tower's Lakes-- but today he finds the rush and wash of the waves more agreeable. Soothing, even. Lancelot stands back from the shore, seemingly content to watch the waves, his shoes in one hand. He's removed his socks and gloves, and his jacket he's folded over one arm.

It's a beautiful day, if a false one, and he is intent on enjoying the air, the feel of the sun on his face. He's left his Master to his own devices, and his time is as much his own as it ever is. Though of course he can feel the thread of his Master's thought pulling at him always. The feeling is not unpleasant.

But no peace was meant to last forever, and there is a Servant up the beach-- not one known to him.
Opening his eyes to examine the Man is no more help. Though he is obviously a Knight-- if Lancelot did not know better, he might say Gawain, but the bearing is all wrong. Still, the strange Servant is so reminiscent of-- someone.

He crosses the sand to stand nearer the Man, his unbound hair whipping around his face as he watches the Servant follow the push and rush of the false Ocean.]

Well met, Servant.

[Diarmuid is passing through the floor on one of his usual patrols when he hears a voice and then senses the presence of a servant that is unknown to him. It is not that which gives him pause, though. It is the echoing quality of the man's voice since that means he is lingering in a place he should not unless he wishes to find himself locked into the freezer for an indefinite amount of time.

And as if to prove the point, Diarmuid's dash into the room is just in time to catch the door and keep it from slamming shut. It is just another reminder to him of why it's so important to get the notes about the floors out as soon as possible.]

I apologize for the intrusion, but it's not safe to stand overly long inside of anything on this floor. It may look like the administrators have actually given us something useful here, but it, like so much else in this place, is actually very dangerous.

[Well, perhaps not so dangerous to a servant, but since he knows nothing about this one's abilities, it is better to be safe than sorry.]

Given that the majority of the Tower residents do not seem to be knights, Saber is surprised to see another one in full armor. No, the man does not strike him as someone who would be impressed with the menu this afternoon.

He returns the nod, but doesn't disrupt his meal out of respect.

[ Saber blinks in surprise, dragging his eyes away from the tables and looking in the direction of the voice. ]

Ah... in a sense. Is everyone here a refugee from a supposedly dead world?

[ When he's addressed, Saber watches the young man eat with just a brow arched slightly in concern with how quickly he goes about shoveling food into his mouth. He's not offended or appalled though; surprisingly, he's seen grown men with worse table manners. He cracks a small smirk. ]

Not nearly as much as you are, I'd wager.

[ The sight of Lancer causes Saber to tense and he actually has to focus on not summoning his armor and Excalibur there. They're in public, after all, and disturbing the meal of all these people isn't something even he is willing to do. ]

Lancer...

[ It would be hard to miss the other man on the beach, with how his red clothing stands out against the white of the sand. Saber watches him cut for a while before he decides to approach him. It may be worth it to learn what he can from this man, if there is anything to learn. He walks across the beach to him, being sure to stay out of any blind spots. ]

[ It is really only Saber's sense of possibly misguided honor that stops him from using Excalibur to immediately decapitate Archer the moment he realizes the other Servant is not paying any attention whatsoever to the fact that he is nearby. He knows he senses him, but everything about his demeanor screams that he just does not care.

Still, Saber stops a few feet behind him and watches him for a short while before he finally tries to draw his attention away from the computer: ]

Luck would have it that you were not destroyed with the rest of the world.

[ The distinct presence of another Servant in close proximity still alarms Saber enough that he weaves his armor around him on reflex and because there is no one else around on this beach, he calls Excalibur with Invisible Air bound to it to his side as well.

It is when he turns to see the other man approaching him that he almost loses his grip on the sword and his stature certainly grows weaker. His brows knit together, as it is painful to see this fellow knight, and he feels the blood drain from his face as the shock leaves him feeling disoriented.

All he does is stare, but he would recognize him anywhere, no matter how much time had passed: Lancelot. ]

[ Saber looks at the other Servant with some curiosity. He's sure the other man recognizes him for what he is, just as he does, but then... helping him? And speaking to him so casually... as though they aren't enemies for the simple fact that they are Servants. ]

Thank you, but, as you know, I was in no danger.

[ Still, he steps out of the freezer and brushes the frost that's collected on his black coat sleeves from where he leaned against the shelving inside. ]

I am quickly learning though that most is not what it may seem at first here.

[ The energy emanating from the other man feels a little familiar, in that Saber knows he's encountered something like it recently. Another Master? Just how many were here? And from how many wars...?

Saber nods to him in greeting. ]

If you mean me no harm, then I mean you none.

[ And by the looks of it, he doesn't. Saber can't help eying the camera in his hands, for although he knows what it is and what it does, he hasn't seen one personally before. The idea of such a small contraption managing to capture and produce still images is fascinating. ]

No, I expect you were not, though I also expect that you would not have been in the best of moods had you been stuck in there for who knows how many hours.

[Diarmuid smiles at him, bowing his head politely.]

My name is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, First Warrior of the Fianna and before you ask, no I have no issue revealing my identity to another servant so easily. As you may or may not have already been told, there is no Grail here and so it follows no war and no reason for us to be enemies.

Sometimes.

[ Don't mind that girl appearing out of literally nowhere behind you, Saber. She has an effect that can turn her invisible, that makes it easier to walk around so sometimes she uses it.. but she at least is polite enough to appear when she speaks up.

At least she's holding the door open like this since she's leaning against it with her back. ]

Mmhm. So we're all in the same boat and we should look out for each other, I think.

[She comes a little closer.] I'm V/V. What's your name?

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