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towerofanimus2013-07-14 12:04 pm
destructiveprinciple) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-14 12:04 pm
☠ 005 | you said we were born with nothing
Characters: Avenger, 'Shirou' and OPEN to all.
Setting: The graveyard on the forty-eighth floor and the hundredth floor.
Format: The exact opposite of Kotomine Kirei's lovingly composed monologues.
Summary: 'Shirou,' on his way down to the cafeteria to do his regular job, comes across the evidence of Rin's departure, and also Archer's disappearance as well. He's not happy.
Warnings: Typical fare for the Tower of Animus such as mentions of death, the destruction of worlds, and sadness.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 48: OUTSIDE ]
[ This was a floor of pointless mausoleums, open graves, and fields of unattended gravestones. Some of the names littered on the headstones he recognized and knew—llya, Sakura, himself. He came by here every morning on his way down to the cafeteria to see them, and that routine never varied. 'Shirou' didn't leave flowers at their graves; it seemed a paltry gesture for failure to keep them safe and well. So, normally he would stand there and talk a little about random things. Saber, the food being a lie, what information they had found out, a video game he'd played in the media room.
But when he came down this morning, there was an unexpected new name among the graves.
Matou Rin, carved into the stone like it meant nothing at all. Like it didn't mean the magus was now in terrible danger, from Ruana's power-sapping to supply the Tower now that the power cores were running out. Like it didn't mean there was now another girl roaming the desolate, destroyed land of the world she came from like so many others. Like it didn't mean another failure.
His knees suddenly seemed too weak to hold him up, and he sat down hard on his rear in front of the gravemarker, one small slab of stone with a polished surface and scratched edges in the lines of gravemarkers stretching out like small, gray pittances. Shirou sat there and rebuked himself, feeling hollow as he thought about Rin, wandering alone in the ruined landscape of her world. And also thought more angry thoughts about how he was going to make the administrators pay for this injustice.
And that's how any nearby passerby's will find the teenager. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 100: THE HOLOGRAM ]
[ For those of you who don't give a shit about 'Shirou's little episode of upset—a Servant is slowly pacing about this floor, late within the depths of night. He seems to be vaguely confused.
His back is turned towards the staircase, his face turned away from it. It looks like he's trying to figure something out; ]
—Mm?
Setting: The graveyard on the forty-eighth floor and the hundredth floor.
Format: The exact opposite of Kotomine Kirei's lovingly composed monologues.
Summary: 'Shirou,' on his way down to the cafeteria to do his regular job, comes across the evidence of Rin's departure, and also Archer's disappearance as well. He's not happy.
Warnings: Typical fare for the Tower of Animus such as mentions of death, the destruction of worlds, and sadness.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 48: OUTSIDE ]
[ This was a floor of pointless mausoleums, open graves, and fields of unattended gravestones. Some of the names littered on the headstones he recognized and knew—llya, Sakura, himself. He came by here every morning on his way down to the cafeteria to see them, and that routine never varied. 'Shirou' didn't leave flowers at their graves; it seemed a paltry gesture for failure to keep them safe and well. So, normally he would stand there and talk a little about random things. Saber, the food being a lie, what information they had found out, a video game he'd played in the media room.
But when he came down this morning, there was an unexpected new name among the graves.
Matou Rin, carved into the stone like it meant nothing at all. Like it didn't mean the magus was now in terrible danger, from Ruana's power-sapping to supply the Tower now that the power cores were running out. Like it didn't mean there was now another girl roaming the desolate, destroyed land of the world she came from like so many others. Like it didn't mean another failure.
His knees suddenly seemed too weak to hold him up, and he sat down hard on his rear in front of the gravemarker, one small slab of stone with a polished surface and scratched edges in the lines of gravemarkers stretching out like small, gray pittances. Shirou sat there and rebuked himself, feeling hollow as he thought about Rin, wandering alone in the ruined landscape of her world. And also thought more angry thoughts about how he was going to make the administrators pay for this injustice.
And that's how any nearby passerby's will find the teenager. ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 100: THE HOLOGRAM ]
[ For those of you who don't give a shit about 'Shirou's little episode of upset—a Servant is slowly pacing about this floor, late within the depths of night. He seems to be vaguely confused.
His back is turned towards the staircase, his face turned away from it. It looks like he's trying to figure something out; ]
—Mm?
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[It only irritates her. The appendages sprouting from her back lash behind her, like the tails of an irritated animal. (Not that he's likely able to see as much, true form obscured by her Seeds as it is.)]
[She drifts closer, floating over the ground rather than walking.]
You seem awfully confused about "nothing."
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Wha? No, I don't.
[ He frowns. Then Avenger looks at her and raises an eyebrow; it's a blank silhouette that glows and has a lot of arm-like squiggles. A female, floating over the ground. That's weird, he supposes. After that, he huffs and returns to examining the room. ]
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[Her hand goes right through.]
—Hah—?
[She attempts to grab it again, and again her hand passes through the pipe and table both. She must look ridiculous to him, batting at apparently nothing.]
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It warrants a question of; ]
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What the fuck are you doing?
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Do you see this? [She swats the air again, not even attempting to grab the pipe in front of her this time.]
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what's inspiring all of this sudden silliness
Really, she looks ridiculous doing stuff like that. ]
Nope, I don't! [ His tone of voice is frank, and a touch mocking. Well, she asked! There's nothing there to his eyes. ]
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[MATURITY.]
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You're the moron here, not me.
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Maybe someone should take those eyes of yours out and give 'em to someone who needs them, since obviously you're not using them!
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Your eyes aren't working right themselves! Seeing tables where there aren't any tables... At least mine actually function, lady! Maybbe you should donate such useless eyes to a local charity fund. Why, I heard the circus is always willing to accept hapless lumps of meat.
I tried to find another way for this thread to end, but they've forced my hand!!
I'll make you into "useless meat"—!
s-sob whoops???
Ducking under it and scooting away. Gotta love that he sucks at offensive, but is good at dodging. ]
—Haha, nice try, no dice! [ He, very wisely, sticks his tongue out at her. ]
I'm actually sitting here cracking up at this whole thread
Then we share the same reaction, god they are such children.
Just to be extra, cheesily annoying; he whistles a little while he hurriedly dodges her danmaku, unable to strike back while kept on the defensive. ]
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Avenger backs away when she chases after him, but eventually he's gonna have to hit a wall at some point. Catching him is going to be a pain anyway.
He's grinning wildly and laughingly now, obviously pleased with the annoyance and aggravation he had inspired on her face. ]