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

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[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Hollow laughter issues forth from the figure slumped against the wall. It ends abruptly in a choked-off sob.]
My Mind-- I Lost it long Ago.
Long Ago and Far Away.

[Obviously striving to level out the Rasp of its Voice, the figure seems to make some attempt at sense. But it is an erratic one.]

You should not fear me. I have been Dead an Age.
You should not fear me as I am.

[altitonant_emperor]

[ Why does this place insist on ruining his illusions that the majority of adults have their shit together... Hidetoshi remains where he is standing, orange wireframe arms folded across his chest, at a loss of how to console his roommate. ]

You are on control of your facilities at the moment, aren't you? You're distraught, but so's everybody right now. Please keep it together.

[ He grimaces. It takes a few seconds to puzzle out his words into sense. ]

It's hard to not be naturally afraid in a place like... here. [ He'd never really believed in ghosts back home. ] Ah, in my world, even ghosts from old ages warranted wariness, unless they were appeased of their grievances. It's nothing personal against you.

(apologies for the late reply - health stuff)

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Is the man a fool? He sounds it. Then again, he himself is a fool. To think himself human, for even an instant. To forget himself in this place.]

I am no ghost.
But I am no more a Man, either.

I am a Servant, though I cannot Serve.
This is my Grievance.

I cannot be appeased. Who could appease me? You?

(ahah apology accepted, health stuff is a good reason!)

[altitonant_emperor]

[ He's just pointing out that saying you're dead doesn't reassure him that there's no reason to be afraid, Hidetoshi has heard urban myths and ghost stories before. Ghosts held grudges. Aren't Servants' solidified ghosts? Plus, he's... frightened right now.

And he's a teenager whose sense of reality is currently being severely challenged or cracked by the reveal of the deception in their surroundings. He averted his 'eyes' awkwardly, unwilling to flee but not certain of what to say outside of; ]

No, I think not.

[ A rigid pause.

Well, having grievances that can't be appeased isn't anything new. Sometimes horrors happen that can't be make up for. ]

Who cannot you serve then?

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[There is something in the Young and rather Fearful tone that reaches Lancelot on some level-- he sinks to his knees, resting his back against the wall.

His voice is no longer frightening, but rather hollow, and somehow immensely tired.]

You cannot appease me because you cannot alter what has passed, or put my Sword into my Hand. How should you?

As I am, I am no use to my Master.
It is He whom I cannot serve.

[altitonant_emperor]

[ His shoulder slump the tiniest bit and he glances sideways at the blaring red lights that flooded the hallways.

Berserker looks absolutely exhausted.

He... really didn't know what to do. Leaving the Servant alone like this struck him as cold but staying here sounded like an insensitive course of action as well. Ugh. With an increasing sense of how much he hated the administrators for reducing him powerless, and feeling ill at ease, he said; ]

That's correct.

[ And as pitiful as he knows they are to say; ]

You have my condolences.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[The Violet light of Lancelot's face brightens as he raises his head. Somehow he finds the response-- dignified, and refreshing.
It is good betimes to have one's pain acknowledged, not explained away.

I thank you. For your Courtesy.
It is a rare enough thing. And valuable, as all rare things are.

What is your Name, then? For I do not know your face-- and cannot.