Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

It's me. Cu Chulainn. And you're Lancelot, aren't you?

I'd say we're the same we've always been. Souls stuck in a vessel. Only this time, it's everyone else that's stuck in the same situation.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Cu Chulainn. A Servant he should have been able to sense. He does not loosen his grip, but he does raise his head.]

I am not alarmed to find myself a Soul within a Vessel. I am alarmed that my Bond with my Master is broken, that I may not call my Sword, that I cannot feel your presence even though you are here before me.

You say that I am Lancelot, but I do not have the things that bind me to that name.
Cu Chulainn.

[puppy_lancer]

Yeah, that's...tough.

[It was unsettling for Cu Chulainn too, at first. But he had adjusted with his brother's help.]

But just because you lack a sword or a bond with your Master doesn't mean you can't still stand at his side and protect him. Knights aren't about superficial things like how shiny their armor is anyways. Come on, I'll help you find Kariya. I bet he'll be glad to see you.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[At this, Lancelot seems to become agitated, releasing his grip on Cu Chulainn's wrist only to fling his hands through the fall of his hair.]

But how-- I am meant to Serve! I cannot seek him out like this-- how may protect him, thus reduced?

I would not have him, or any, see me-- brought so Low.
[Pride. Ever a Sin of Lancelot's. Yet also there is ever the urge to be all things to all people, to make the grand gesture in a good cause. Such things were, after all, what he was raised for.]

[puppy_lancer]

Oh come on. You've got arms and legs. Defend your Master with those. We all look the same here, so hurry up and prove that you're not just another soul slogging around.

[He reaches out to pinch Lancelot's cheek this time.]

Come on, aren't you the knight who can use any weapon?

(apologies for the late reply - health stuff)

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[With one of Cu Chulainn's wrists now firmly in each hand, Lancelot leans in close, his face a mask of violet light.]

I shall prove it so on your body if you lay hands upon me one more, Cu Chulainn.

[But the moment passes as quickly as it arose and he drops the Lancer's hands, slumping back against the wall-- seeming to come to himself at the same time. He sighs, half laughing tiredly.]

I may use most any arms, Cu Chulainn. But as there is not an armory about, I fail to see the advantage in this.

it's okay!

[puppy_lancer]

This gel stuff feels the same way it did when the glamour was on. Maybe it can act the same way as well?

[It had no trouble killing monsters before. It probably shouldn't have trouble now.]