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towerofanimus2013-07-04 01:16 pm
no_longer_a_king) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-04 01:16 pm
ITP: Flowers
Characters: Arturia; Open
Setting: Floors 25, 48, and the dorms
Format: Prose
Summary: Arturia returns to the tower, checks in with people, and gets Lancelot to give her swimming lessons.
Warnings: None, at the moment.
[A; Floor Twenty-Five; Meadow]
Arturia was quiet as she pulled at the flowers scattered here and there. To see so much beauty after seeing such destruction and decay firsthand was breathtaking, even if she knew the beauty before her was nothing more than an illusion. To see people and animals and not merely bodies and ruins was amazing.
When in her world--or what she believed to be her world--she had no idea how she even had a body, having only been a spirit before. But seeing as the world itself was dead, it made sense her soul manifest in the physical realm somehow with nowhere else for it to go. Or perhaps when she had been drawn into the Tower of Animus, the World had just summoned her into its service yet again. Whatever had happened, she had no idea how she was able to manifest, she simply had.
It only strengthened her resolve to find a way to stop this and perhaps restore the worlds. Arturia did not have much left, but she had made a vow to protect the world and she would not fail in that as well. She utterly refused. She had lost everything, failed in everything, she would not fail in this, too. Arturia would sooner lose her soul than allow things to remain as they are on these worlds.
That's why when she first awoke in the Tower again, after having her customary oatmeal, she went straight to the meadow. There was something she felt she needed to do. It was pointless, yes, but it felt very important in that moment to do this.
[B; Floor Forty-Eight; Graveyard]
"This" being to lay flowers before all the graves in the graveyard: each one representing a person sent away from the Tower, each one a person trapped in their dead world as she had briefly been. Each flower she laid was a silent promise to them she would find a way to restore the worlds, to save them from the horror and loneliness they had gone home to.
Many more graves were packed together now and part of her wondered if this was intentional. Had Ruana kept true to her promise to send people away while the Tower's power ran out. At five particular graves, she left a full bouquet of flowers rather than just one.
Gawain.
Ilya.
Shirou.
Sakura.
Irisviel.
At these graves she tended to linger longer. These were people who had been dear to her before coming to the Tower in their own way. People she had wanted to protect. People who had each helped shaped her or were dear to those who she cared for in some small way.
People who were now alone in wastelands. People she was bound and determined to save from that fate.
[C; Dorms]
Once she had done her little ritual, she decided to check the nameplates on the dorms for those she knew and how many were left. Given it was now July it was safe to assume the Tower's maintenance had been handed to another Administrator and the sick game of monsters Ruana had played was over with.
And so she looked door to door, in a few instances knocking to see if anyone was inside to ask about what she had missed in the last couple weeks, Then she moved on to the next door to check.
[Closed tochavelier_mal_fet]
If there was one thing the glamour going down and leaving her powerless had shown Arturia, it was the need for more skills that didn't rely on powers. She already planned on beginning to train in the weapons she knew how to use beside a sword. Perhaps she would find someone to teach her proper hand to hand in case she found herself not only powerless, but weaponless in the future. However, there was one vital skill she knew she would need. One very basic skill she had not had a need to learn before.
And only one person she trusted not to laugh at her for asking for help with it.
This is why she was before Lancelot's door, knocking on it. If there was anyone she trusted to properly teach her how to swim, it was he.
Setting: Floors 25, 48, and the dorms
Format: Prose
Summary: Arturia returns to the tower, checks in with people, and gets Lancelot to give her swimming lessons.
Warnings: None, at the moment.
[A; Floor Twenty-Five; Meadow]
Arturia was quiet as she pulled at the flowers scattered here and there. To see so much beauty after seeing such destruction and decay firsthand was breathtaking, even if she knew the beauty before her was nothing more than an illusion. To see people and animals and not merely bodies and ruins was amazing.
When in her world--or what she believed to be her world--she had no idea how she even had a body, having only been a spirit before. But seeing as the world itself was dead, it made sense her soul manifest in the physical realm somehow with nowhere else for it to go. Or perhaps when she had been drawn into the Tower of Animus, the World had just summoned her into its service yet again. Whatever had happened, she had no idea how she was able to manifest, she simply had.
It only strengthened her resolve to find a way to stop this and perhaps restore the worlds. Arturia did not have much left, but she had made a vow to protect the world and she would not fail in that as well. She utterly refused. She had lost everything, failed in everything, she would not fail in this, too. Arturia would sooner lose her soul than allow things to remain as they are on these worlds.
That's why when she first awoke in the Tower again, after having her customary oatmeal, she went straight to the meadow. There was something she felt she needed to do. It was pointless, yes, but it felt very important in that moment to do this.
[B; Floor Forty-Eight; Graveyard]
"This" being to lay flowers before all the graves in the graveyard: each one representing a person sent away from the Tower, each one a person trapped in their dead world as she had briefly been. Each flower she laid was a silent promise to them she would find a way to restore the worlds, to save them from the horror and loneliness they had gone home to.
Many more graves were packed together now and part of her wondered if this was intentional. Had Ruana kept true to her promise to send people away while the Tower's power ran out. At five particular graves, she left a full bouquet of flowers rather than just one.
Gawain.
Ilya.
Shirou.
Sakura.
Irisviel.
At these graves she tended to linger longer. These were people who had been dear to her before coming to the Tower in their own way. People she had wanted to protect. People who had each helped shaped her or were dear to those who she cared for in some small way.
People who were now alone in wastelands. People she was bound and determined to save from that fate.
[C; Dorms]
Once she had done her little ritual, she decided to check the nameplates on the dorms for those she knew and how many were left. Given it was now July it was safe to assume the Tower's maintenance had been handed to another Administrator and the sick game of monsters Ruana had played was over with.
And so she looked door to door, in a few instances knocking to see if anyone was inside to ask about what she had missed in the last couple weeks, Then she moved on to the next door to check.
[Closed to
chavelier_mal_fet]If there was one thing the glamour going down and leaving her powerless had shown Arturia, it was the need for more skills that didn't rely on powers. She already planned on beginning to train in the weapons she knew how to use beside a sword. Perhaps she would find someone to teach her proper hand to hand in case she found herself not only powerless, but weaponless in the future. However, there was one vital skill she knew she would need. One very basic skill she had not had a need to learn before.
And only one person she trusted not to laugh at her for asking for help with it.
This is why she was before Lancelot's door, knocking on it. If there was anyone she trusted to properly teach her how to swim, it was he.
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He looks back to the gravestones.
"Once I had allies, but they are gone. When you say we, are there others who are still struggling against those that rule this place as petty godlings?"
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Had this man not looked at the network? At the history depicted in those archives of people repeatedly fighting against the Administrators? So far to no avail, but at least things are changing. At least, one way or another, things would end in eleven months for good or for ill.
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He removes his helm, a pensive expression on his slightly equine face, holding the helm in one hand in a gesture of contemplation.
"I have been unlucky, perhaps in that I've not encountered them in person much up until this point. Most of my interaction has been with those newly to this place, or so lost in despair or their own personal tragedies as to not give a wider view. There were a few people who seemed inclined to resist, but it didn't seem to... go anywhere. We all agreed to fight in our own way and left it at that. The only quasi-organized force I saw at any period was at the barricades, and they were..."
He shrugs, "Very different. I simply protected them and moved on."
Possibly because all that magic and his own manifestation of his persona abilities deeply disturbed him, but he sees no need to mention his own feelings of doubt at the moment.
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Her own, currently, was by the entrance to the stairs, eyes trained on her almost unnervingly but not doing anything. Arturia had long since taken to forgetting he was there and had somehow worked out an 'arrangement' during which he would stay out of her way so long as she stayed within his sight.
"That may change soon, I do not know. The Glamour Systems failing and the power issues set back our major attempt at organizing. It's hard for people to be willing when our efforts may have doomed us now that we are under a time limit."
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"Life or death are of limited concern to myself. What I care about is a chance to restore my world, if it has in fact been destroyed, and to free as many of those that have been imprisoned here as possible."
His expression hardens further, considering the glamour system for a moment. "I must admit, however, it is somewhat unnerving to know I am in a simulacrum of my body, not my actual form." He touches his collar for a moment, almost reflexively.
"But I was in here once, as myself. It didn't feel any different, which means that for all intents and purposes these bodies are real and can interact fully, since I interacted with collared people then."
"Tell those who are organizing it, when they are ready, and if things change, that the sword of Cerberus is their." He lays a hand on the hilt of his chainsword, and the ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Well, now that its back, at any rate."