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ITP: Rumors
Characters: [AU5] Saber; Open
Setting: Floors 15, 32, and 59
Format: Starts with prose, but will follow!
Summary: Arturia places a chip, plays some video games, and carves in her first rumor.
Warnings: "Self"-mutilation thanks to carving rumors.
Notes: I'm going to add more prompts for post-event stuff so feel free to come back!
[A: Prior to Rumor Has It; Floor Fifty-Nine; Torture Chamber]
Even Arturia could be unsettled from time to time. Such was the case with this torture chamber the Administrators had seen fit to add to the Tower many months ago. It unnerved the Counter Guardian the Administrators would think this was something the residents of the Tower needed along with a number of other floors that were added, but she did not complain. Who could she complain to about it anyway?
This would be the last floor someone would likely find a chip on and it was close to one of the kitchens, something Arturia hoped desperately would be protected from whatever is coming at the beginning of June.
She wanders the torture chamber, face a mask of calm as she looks over the various implements, before settling on the iron maiden for the chip. She has to be careful as she places it just inside it. In her travels mapping out the tower she has heard the thing slam shut. The last thing she needs is for it to slam shut on her, too.
[B: Timeline variable; Floor Fourteen; Media Room]
Some days, Arturia really did like to indulge in small things. Ever since she first arrived in the Tower she had been playing video games, slowly but surely making her way through the collection in what little downtime she allowed herself to have. An hour or two a day in the evenings on most days, she could be found sitting on the couch, controller in hand, and a fighting game on screen.
Arturia is nowhere near the best at this game, but it's clear she's been practicing as she effortlessly makes her way through the lower tiered characters and only begins to have any real trouble on the higher levels. She found this sort of thing good to take her mind off things, to keep from thinking too hard about the tower and how her life had unfolded in general. Who didn't like having a couple hours of peace for themselves?
[C: During Rumor Has it; Floor Thirty-Two; Forest]
There were a series of snares and traps set up in the forest on that day. John had told Arturia of the rumor going around about the food being poisoned. The Tower being what it was, she thought it better to be safe than sorry and had decided to go hunting again. There were rabbits in the forest and Arturia considered fashioning a bow for herself to hunt deer. Archery was something that she had never excelled at--one of the few things Kay could honestly gloat being better than her at when they were children--but for practical purposes like hunting she could manage it.
She already had a pile of berries and edible roots together and was making a mental checklist of people to hand them out to. John, obviously, with how frightened he seemed. Zelda, Ruler, Shirou, Rin, Nesir, Sakura, Yu....
She was going to need to hunt a lot to make sure everyone had something to eat and she went back to skinning the rabbit she had just caught in a snare.
[D: During Rumor Has it; Floor Two; Infirmary]
Naturally, Arturia had noticed the other rumors circulating around the Tower, as well as everyone's belief they would come true. It hadn't occurred to her that her belief in the poisoned food could be part of this. Probably because something like that was very easy to believe. But she had seen Ganondorf's little 'edit war' about the flying whales and how he was guarding that particular rumor, so she had done what any sane person would do in this situation:
She had decided to change a rumor herself. One that would protect the Tower from the inevitable coming of the Flying Whales if Ganondorf had his way. A marker was easy to find as was an innocuous rumor: picking locks? No one would mind her changing something like that.
She crossed it out and began to write "THE TOWER IS STRONG ENOUGH TO STAND UP AGAINST GIANT FLYING WHALES" when she felt a sharp jolt up her back. Arturia briefly paused, considering this pain, then decided to continue. Of course doing this wouldn't be that easy. The pain crept up her back even as she continued to write and had to grit her teeth. With each new letter she could feel blood running down her back and the moment she was done with her message she collapsed to her knees, head resting against the wall, and she took in a few deep shuddering breaths.
It's a good thing she's in the infirmary. Too bad the words are engraved where she can't reach to bandage them.
Little did she know it'd be the start of a long and glorious edit war. But that's for another time. If this is like other times strange things happened in the tower it would end soon. Arturia just had to make sure nothing truly awful would happen before then.
Setting: Floors 15, 32, and 59
Format: Starts with prose, but will follow!
Summary: Arturia places a chip, plays some video games, and carves in her first rumor.
Warnings: "Self"-mutilation thanks to carving rumors.
Notes: I'm going to add more prompts for post-event stuff so feel free to come back!
[A: Prior to Rumor Has It; Floor Fifty-Nine; Torture Chamber]
Even Arturia could be unsettled from time to time. Such was the case with this torture chamber the Administrators had seen fit to add to the Tower many months ago. It unnerved the Counter Guardian the Administrators would think this was something the residents of the Tower needed along with a number of other floors that were added, but she did not complain. Who could she complain to about it anyway?
This would be the last floor someone would likely find a chip on and it was close to one of the kitchens, something Arturia hoped desperately would be protected from whatever is coming at the beginning of June.
She wanders the torture chamber, face a mask of calm as she looks over the various implements, before settling on the iron maiden for the chip. She has to be careful as she places it just inside it. In her travels mapping out the tower she has heard the thing slam shut. The last thing she needs is for it to slam shut on her, too.
[B: Timeline variable; Floor Fourteen; Media Room]
Some days, Arturia really did like to indulge in small things. Ever since she first arrived in the Tower she had been playing video games, slowly but surely making her way through the collection in what little downtime she allowed herself to have. An hour or two a day in the evenings on most days, she could be found sitting on the couch, controller in hand, and a fighting game on screen.
Arturia is nowhere near the best at this game, but it's clear she's been practicing as she effortlessly makes her way through the lower tiered characters and only begins to have any real trouble on the higher levels. She found this sort of thing good to take her mind off things, to keep from thinking too hard about the tower and how her life had unfolded in general. Who didn't like having a couple hours of peace for themselves?
[C: During Rumor Has it; Floor Thirty-Two; Forest]
There were a series of snares and traps set up in the forest on that day. John had told Arturia of the rumor going around about the food being poisoned. The Tower being what it was, she thought it better to be safe than sorry and had decided to go hunting again. There were rabbits in the forest and Arturia considered fashioning a bow for herself to hunt deer. Archery was something that she had never excelled at--one of the few things Kay could honestly gloat being better than her at when they were children--but for practical purposes like hunting she could manage it.
She already had a pile of berries and edible roots together and was making a mental checklist of people to hand them out to. John, obviously, with how frightened he seemed. Zelda, Ruler, Shirou, Rin, Nesir, Sakura, Yu....
She was going to need to hunt a lot to make sure everyone had something to eat and she went back to skinning the rabbit she had just caught in a snare.
[D: During Rumor Has it; Floor Two; Infirmary]
Naturally, Arturia had noticed the other rumors circulating around the Tower, as well as everyone's belief they would come true. It hadn't occurred to her that her belief in the poisoned food could be part of this. Probably because something like that was very easy to believe. But she had seen Ganondorf's little 'edit war' about the flying whales and how he was guarding that particular rumor, so she had done what any sane person would do in this situation:
She had decided to change a rumor herself. One that would protect the Tower from the inevitable coming of the Flying Whales if Ganondorf had his way. A marker was easy to find as was an innocuous rumor: picking locks? No one would mind her changing something like that.
She crossed it out and began to write "THE TOWER IS STRONG ENOUGH TO STAND UP AGAINST GIANT FLYING WHALES" when she felt a sharp jolt up her back. Arturia briefly paused, considering this pain, then decided to continue. Of course doing this wouldn't be that easy. The pain crept up her back even as she continued to write and had to grit her teeth. With each new letter she could feel blood running down her back and the moment she was done with her message she collapsed to her knees, head resting against the wall, and she took in a few deep shuddering breaths.
It's a good thing she's in the infirmary. Too bad the words are engraved where she can't reach to bandage them.
Little did she know it'd be the start of a long and glorious edit war. But that's for another time. If this is like other times strange things happened in the tower it would end soon. Arturia just had to make sure nothing truly awful would happen before then.
A
Arturia could pick up more chips later from Zelda where she hid out in the restrooms to do so. "I was merely curious as to all the dangers around here. I want to be sure I have cataloged them all for the map."