towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

I never said you would! Hell, I know you wouldn't! But would Ayaka know? Especially if she were to look at us now! She can't tell one from the other!

[This is definitely one of those times when tipping one's hand was probably not the best of ideas. Archer glares at Lancer and storms off.

Not towards his room, no. Since Lancer had told him exactly where to go, he is heading right on over to the first floor of the dormitories.]

Tch.

[Lancer grits his teeth and follows. He too needs to find Ayaka.]

[ Up on the first floor of the residential block, Saber is already at the door of the seventh dormitory, having just arrived.

He has never hated the tower more than when whatever power was keeping the illusions in place failed. He was downstairs when the screeching began, collecting food from the cafeteria to bring Ayaka, given that he disliked her wandering the Tower at night. When darkness fell and all was silent, he rushed the stairs, using Prana Burst to boost the speed at which he ascended them. He was nearly to Ayaka when the cold, mechanical voice sounded and the tower filled with red light—

—and he stopped.

Well, more correctly, he could still move, but nowhere near as fast as he was moving just moments ago. In addition to his body — or at least the glamor effect that made him think it was there — all his powers as a Servant are gone. He has a lot of questions, like anyone he supposes, but his primary concern is his Master. He imagines he can hear her screaming, but he knows that's impossible because their contract doesn't exist and it ceased to exist ever since the moment they were brought here. Rendered unarmed, he stopped briefly at his own room to grab the only thing he thought was real — Avalon. He has it now as he knocks on Ayaka's door, but it, like his wedding band and his banner, is not even recognizable anymore and it does nothing, reduced to a useless hunk of strange film coating and faint electric pulses. ]

Ayaka! Ayaka, please open the door! It's Saber!

Edited (omg typos everywhere) 2013-06-03 06:22 (UTC)

[Even without the help of Servant speed (or the illusion of it, which was something of a headache to think of), Archer makes his way down to the first dormitory level fairly quickly. His steps are purposeful, his body taut with resolve. The hideous body that somehow contained his soul, the tower that had changed in various ways... He could push those thoughts away when he focused on another -- Ayaka.

So when he hears shouting in the hallway, he quickens his pace.]

[Lancer also quickens his step, trying to outrun Archer. He actually has a contract with Ayaka. She's his responsibility.]

[ The sound of movement down the hall catches Saber's attention and he looks up to see the two figures heading towards him with purpose. He doesn't recognize them on sight and so he raises the farce that was Avalon a while ago with one hand, intending to defend himself with it if necessary. He walks away from the door to meet the first one head-on. ]

[This is probably one of those times where it helps to not outrun Lancer. Archer stares ahead at the other violet-glowing figure in the hall that stands between the door and them.]

Lancer stops in his steps and frowns.

You have three fucking seconds to tell me who you are.

[Meanwhile, while these idiots are busy being goofs, Ayaka's just going to be one of the presumably many traumatized, curled up wireframes in the hall and not in her room. She's also not really doing anything.

It's cool, guys, take your time. At least she's not in danger or anything. ... Though she DOES look up at the commotion. Well, it isn't so much a "look" as "head turning in the direction of the sound."

She's a little ways away in the hall, yet.]

Edited (proper reactions yay) 2013-06-06 04:54 (UTC)

[ That's about all the signs Saber needs to recognize the violet figure: Cu Chulainn. He's heard the Hound bark enough to know distinctly know the sound of his voice. Saber glances to the other one just behind the Lancer and judges their size quickly before finally deciding that it's not Diarmuid. The stride seems familiar though... Archer? Well, he doesn't know who else would be coming here with Cu Chulainn with such an attitude about the way they walk. ]

Calm down. It's Saber.

[He recognizes the voice, so his rage calms into simple, simmering, irritation. Ignoring Saber, he turns his attention to the door.]

Yo, little lady, this is Lancer. Saber's with me. Idiot with the weapons is Archer and he doesn't mean to hurt you.

[He starts fiddling with the doorknob.]

So open up, will ya?

[Archer frowns as he turns his attention over to Saber. Seeing the other Servant with some sort of weapon (whatever that was, since it did not really look like a sword) made him that much more annoyed that Lancer had tried to tell him to leave his weapon behind.

And then he heard the "idiot" comment.]

Stop making it sound like Ayaka does not know me, fool!

[He turns around to glare at Archer.]

We can't even recognize each other right now!

[Three guesses who's glaring back. First two guesses don't count.]

And you implied that I would hurt Ayaka! Again!

[Right, that's it. The sound's getting to be a little too much to ignore. Annoyed at being shaken out of her freakout, Ayaka stands up and heads toward the noise.

...
...

It is obviously the Three Stooges, and so she puts a palm to her forehead.]

What are the three of you even doing, arguing in front of a dorm room like that...

[ As much as Saber is glaring at Archer too, he's stopped from retorting by the green figure approaching them. ]

Ayaka! We've been looking for you.

[ There's no anger in his voice, but it's clear he wasn't expecting her to be outside. He turns to the girl and holds out his hand to her. ]

You should be inside where it's safer.

Little lady!

[Lancer's relief would show on his face, if he still had one.]

You okay here?

[Archer's irritation melts away when he hears that familiar voice, and the tension leaves his shoulders as he steps closer to Ayaka and away from the door they had been needlessly crowded around.]

Ayaka! It has been too long since I have heard your voice filled with such strength and exasperation!

I was in the middle of an existential crisis, but I guess I can't do that anymore with the hallway suddenly becoming so noisy.

[Somebody is cranky, isn't she?]

Other than that, I'm all right. ...What about the three of you?

There's no reason for you to have one of those.

[ He points to the bright light inside the green gel of her makeshift body. ]

That is you. That has always been you. The only difference between now and when we were in Fuyuki is that you can actually see yourself clearly now.

[Lancer has to take a moment to stare in open-mouthed exasperation at Archer's words.]

Wow, Archer, no wonder you can't get any chicks.

[He looks back at Ayaka and Saber.]

...Saber is right. As long as the soul is you, you're still the Ayaka we all knew and bonded with.

And I'm fine. Doing better than you, I guess.

[Archer may be closer to Ayaka, but he is still close enough to Lancer to smack him upside the head. He gives his wireframe hand a look of distaste before addressing Ayaka's question.]

I am as fine as I ever am, without any doubt. This is nothing shocking to a Heroic Spirit; this is little more than a hideous form of a Servant vessel.

[Of course he focuses purely on personal aesthetics. The state of the tower was something different.]

[And this is the usual lineface Saber gets for being a dork. Good job, guys!] Well, excuse me for not expecting to suddenly be an artificial construct. [She looks at her hand with a little distaste.] Honestly...

[And at everyone's general response of "yeah, we're okay", she just...nods.] It's...good to know that.

[SHE'S NOT HAPPY THAT YOU GUYS ARE ALL RIGHT OKAY SHUT UP.]

[ If looks could kill... Archer would probably be dead at least a dozen times over from Saber and Lancer alone.

It's a good thing they can't make out Ayaka's expression. ]

We didn't expect you to. If we had, we wouldn't be here.

[ That's a slight exaggeration; Saber at least would be here even if he had. ]

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/pacifies morons

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