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towerofanimus2013-07-01 04:37 pm
holyswordwielder) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-01 04:37 pm
002. ♔ There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
Characters: ProtoSaber; open
Setting: Graveyard and the 58th floor.
Format: Prose to start with, but I'll match you.
Summary: Saber's Master is gone from the Tower and the King of Knights has to consider the options before him regarding how he'll spend the rest of his time.
Warnings: Gorey floor. Also, Pandora members should approach at their own risk. If he figures out you're part of that organization, he'll be less than friendly.
♔ Floor 48: Graveyard
It's been two weeks since Ayaka disappeared from the Tower and Saber finds himself habitually visiting her tombstone at the end of each day. Most could presume this is rote for him because he is grieving and perhaps, in a sense, they are right. After all, there's no way to discover whether Ruana has sent her back to their dead world to wander or not— if she's killed her soul somehow instead. After the incident with the microchips, there's just no real way to know.
So, too jaded to put much stock in hoping for the life of Ayaka's spirit when Ruana is the one holding fate's reins, yet unwilling to accept the finality of her death, Saber comes here regularly to see if the tombstone remains. He's managed to avoid Lancer by sheer virtue of apathy; while the other Servant is away from the marker fighting monsters, he lets him fend for himself, standing at the grave site alone. Every time, Saber looks it over for any changes in the elaborate illusion that makes him think he's seeing real stone, touching real marble, but it never differs from day to day and always, Saber is left to his own devices to consider what he will do in the remaining months they possibly have left to live. This was his last direction, his sole purpose, and without it, he's trapped in a sort of self-imposed limbo.
Saber slams a fist against the top of the tomebstone, shutting his eyes. If he asked Ruana to return him to his dead world, would she even grant him that? The King of Britain, he can't just wait around for someone to give what remains of his life a meaning, but as a Servant, nor can he abandon his Master's memory entirely when there is still a slight chance he could find her.
♔ Floor 58
When Saber has finished checking Ayaka's tombstone, he usually visits the fifty-eighth floor for a lack of better things to do. The floor is high enough and provides enough targets of his own that he can practice various battle techniques, especially midair ones. It -- like fighting off the regular foray of monsters that roam the tower at night -- is a strangely calming manner of passing the time, though Saber supposes he wouldn't find it so if he didn't already know that the... targets hanging from the rafters of this high-ceiling floor aren't real corpses. No matter how cadavers in various states of decay Saber cuts down from the rafters, the next day, they're always replaced, the bottom floor cleared of hacked limbs, severed heads, dead maggots, and split torsos.
Occasionally, he wonders what they're really made of. Most of the time, he doesn't bother.
The knight runs up a wall and swings Excalibur covered in its sheath of wind out to his side, gripping the handle of the sword tightly with both hands. Once he reaches a satisfactory height, he unleashes a burst of prana to send himself rushing across the ceiling as he slices the blade of Excalibur through over a dozen bloated bodies. They hit the floor far down below with loud thuds that echo, the sounds bouncing off the false wood as if it was real. Well, steel provides fair enough acoustics to fool.
Setting: Graveyard and the 58th floor.
Format: Prose to start with, but I'll match you.
Summary: Saber's Master is gone from the Tower and the King of Knights has to consider the options before him regarding how he'll spend the rest of his time.
Warnings: Gorey floor. Also, Pandora members should approach at their own risk. If he figures out you're part of that organization, he'll be less than friendly.
♔ Floor 48: Graveyard
It's been two weeks since Ayaka disappeared from the Tower and Saber finds himself habitually visiting her tombstone at the end of each day. Most could presume this is rote for him because he is grieving and perhaps, in a sense, they are right. After all, there's no way to discover whether Ruana has sent her back to their dead world to wander or not— if she's killed her soul somehow instead. After the incident with the microchips, there's just no real way to know.
So, too jaded to put much stock in hoping for the life of Ayaka's spirit when Ruana is the one holding fate's reins, yet unwilling to accept the finality of her death, Saber comes here regularly to see if the tombstone remains. He's managed to avoid Lancer by sheer virtue of apathy; while the other Servant is away from the marker fighting monsters, he lets him fend for himself, standing at the grave site alone. Every time, Saber looks it over for any changes in the elaborate illusion that makes him think he's seeing real stone, touching real marble, but it never differs from day to day and always, Saber is left to his own devices to consider what he will do in the remaining months they possibly have left to live. This was his last direction, his sole purpose, and without it, he's trapped in a sort of self-imposed limbo.
Saber slams a fist against the top of the tomebstone, shutting his eyes. If he asked Ruana to return him to his dead world, would she even grant him that? The King of Britain, he can't just wait around for someone to give what remains of his life a meaning, but as a Servant, nor can he abandon his Master's memory entirely when there is still a slight chance he could find her.
♔ Floor 58
When Saber has finished checking Ayaka's tombstone, he usually visits the fifty-eighth floor for a lack of better things to do. The floor is high enough and provides enough targets of his own that he can practice various battle techniques, especially midair ones. It -- like fighting off the regular foray of monsters that roam the tower at night -- is a strangely calming manner of passing the time, though Saber supposes he wouldn't find it so if he didn't already know that the... targets hanging from the rafters of this high-ceiling floor aren't real corpses. No matter how cadavers in various states of decay Saber cuts down from the rafters, the next day, they're always replaced, the bottom floor cleared of hacked limbs, severed heads, dead maggots, and split torsos.
Occasionally, he wonders what they're really made of. Most of the time, he doesn't bother.
The knight runs up a wall and swings Excalibur covered in its sheath of wind out to his side, gripping the handle of the sword tightly with both hands. Once he reaches a satisfactory height, he unleashes a burst of prana to send himself rushing across the ceiling as he slices the blade of Excalibur through over a dozen bloated bodies. They hit the floor far down below with loud thuds that echo, the sounds bouncing off the false wood as if it was real. Well, steel provides fair enough acoustics to fool.
Floor 58
Killed in the form of a beast, killing in the form of a beast. A laughing monster, hunting almost mindlessly, but not mindlessly enough to realize the frustration and wrongness with each death faced. Blows to his ego, each one of them. Choking on blood, face and warped body torn only to rise again without fail.
His eyes narrow as he watches a broken corpse break apart as it hits the floor several feet away. He doesn't have to look up to know there is another Servant on this floor, but he does anyway.]
...Saber.
[Just his luck. Desire something to hit, and one is presented.]
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Archer.
So it seems Saber's luck is also proving its worth.
He drops to the floor, but stays his ground, neither retreating from nor advancing towards the other Servant. Archer's upset is so palpable that Arthur can practically taste it in the back of his mouth, coppery and harsh like blood.
He figures Lancer is to blame. He figures Cu Chulainn told the other Servant about Ayaka. Damn dog just couldn't keep his mouth shut... ]
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He points at Saber across the way with one blade, glare intensifying briefly.]
If you run, I will make you pay for it.
[Not a taunt, not a warning. A promise, clear and simple.
Then he launches himself at Saber, swords already drawn back to strike.]
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The passion with which Archer throws himself at him surprises the King of Knights. As he is still under the impression that the golden Servant is angry with him for not informing him that Ayaka is gone, he expected him to be looking to stir up conflict with him, but not like this-- not to this extent. Archer is furious. Surely he does not care this much for Ayaka, does he? ]
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Archer's eyes glow with unbridled rage as he swings wildly at Saber, the clashing of their blades echoing out through their surroundings. Sparks fly with each connection, the sheer force of their battle causing the hanging corpses to swing wildly from the rafters.]