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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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At that question, Shirou looks kinda. Red in the face. ]
I was throwing up into the cafeteria's trashcan.
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I didn't realize you needed to. Uh, not until after I started vomitting and people told me.
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There is usually a letter explaining small details like that left alongside the 'let's be happy here' one, Shirou. I'm surprised the drones handing out food did not say anything to you, either.
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Well, I wasn't paying too much attention to the details, what with the claims of the world having ended and everything! [ A pause. ] I tried to cook my own breakfast since what the cafeteria had to offer didn't look very appetizing...
[ He had standards to uphold when it came to food. ]
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[If he tried, she's convinced he could make the plain nutrition bars exciting!]
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[ He teases, trying to take his mind off the two gravestones in front of them both. ]
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And now that the mun has slept and can brain more serious thingsArturia smiles briefly at him, then turns back to the grave, her easy expression hardening once more. If she had tried harder, gotten to know Rin better, would it have changed things somehow? Arturia knows neither she nor Zo nor anyone else has a say in Zo being able to keep people here, but she still cannot help but to feel like she could have done more.]We will find a way to save her and everyone else from Ruana. I swear it.
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...
[ Shirou sets his jaw. There's guilt yes, impossible to escape or ignore, but there's determination too. ]
Before the year's out, we will.
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Still, a part of her, still hurting by the idea of someone who had been close to her had been sent away, winds up getting the best of her. She's quiet for a long moment, just looking between Rin and Archer's graves. When she speaks again, it's in a very soft tone.]
....can you stay here with me a while?
[For a moment, she doesn't want to be alone.]
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[ She stands silently, in his eyes not like a pillar, but a human being, the woman she is. Is she hurting? Her face is blank, calm. He doesn't doubt it. Her heart isn't a hard one. It's a heart that had been frozen and beaten up and bled until its dry, but it's not a heart with no room for mourning in it. She must be hurting. Because that's the kind of person he believes she is, even after she told him her story. Full of flaws or not, Saber's always the very best sort of person.
When she finally speaks and asks for his company, he twists slightly to look at her more fully and nods. As worthless as he was, Saber shouldn't be alone. ]
Yeah, I'll stay, Saber.
[ 'Of course,' goes un-implied. Shirou awkwardly glances for a second at the spot on the ground next to him in front of Rin's gravestone. While he supposes she wouldn't care about getting dirt on her white dress or anything, does she want to sit down. ]
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She manages another grateful smile for him. It took a lot for her to just ask for that, especially when he had been mourning the loss of a friend himself just a moment ago. Once again, she has to fight to keep from falling for him again, but....
she can be selfish for just a moment and take some comfort in his presence, right?]
Thank you.
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Saber's a comfort to him too. Shirou wants to remind her there's no reason to thank him for anything, there never was but if it pleases her to do it, he doesn't mind. He flushes slightly. ]
You're welcome.
[ ...
I am having an emotion now
how do I emotions '-' ]
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Sweeter than her Shirou had been, but part of her thinks that might have simply been the fact she'd known this Shirou longer than her own at this point. They had time to get to know one another and--
--how are they having a 'moment' like this in front of a gravestone? Seriously.]
Did you cook for her sometimes, too?
[Despite the question, there is a fondness in Arturia's voice. She really is grateful to have Shirou by her side here!]
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let it sit... there... and hope it turns into something manageable and understandable soon without help. seriously.
Shirou, despite feeling the impulse to do so, manages to weakly put off placing his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. Having a 'moment' or not, Arturia had still seemed reluctant to be touched physically even after confiding in him, and he didn't want to ruin this quiet instance shared between them in front of a row of gravestones just because he selfishly wanted to protect her.
At the question, he huffs and scratches the back of his neck as he glances at the tombstone in front of them. There's sadness mingled there, but it's not overwhelming. ]
A-ah, no. [ Not that he didn't want to. :c Shirou did want to ] Archer, he uh. I didn't want to impose needlessly on whatever he and Matou had worked between them before all of this. I did bring her food gifts sometimes though.
[ Hearing the fondness in her voice made Shirou smile a little as well. Saber was happy he was here, with her, and in turn, that made him happy. Because she wasn't turning his offers of help away and trying to be strong by herself. ]
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Thankfully, she doesn't have to go through the motions of shrugging Shirou off. That would have killed the moment and she's letting herself be human for once. Once you get through the regret and heartache and guilt, Arturia knows she's a very simple person. All she needs to be content is good food and good company and a little bit of freedom. That's all.
Maybe that's why she fell for her Shirou in the first place. He had been willing to provide her with both. ]
I did, as well, when I went hunting. [Before they knew it was film and not even the nutrition bars.]
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This is a simple moment.
Shirou doesn't want to complicate it. Arturia deserved this good, shared moment of being human. He smiles. ]
At least she didn't have to worry about going hungry between our efforts, and Archer. [ He's still vaguely sore over the nutrition bars, and... had no clue about the film until Arturia filled him in sigh. ]
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[A joke. Meant to be a joke. Arturia studies the stone before her, thinks of the girl with the long pale hair and red eyes and how defiant and prideful she was.
....what is she doing in that moment? What is Archer doing? She had been to her own world, been a spirit of sorts who could not even touch anything, but what of them? Did they have their bodies? Were they taking the wasteland well or were they panicking?
Were they glad to be gone from the Tower and the countdown they are reminded of every single time they looked at the terminals? Even then, there's a stabbing feeling in Arturia's heart and she clenches a hand over her heart. She'll have to talk to her other self later, just to reassure herself someone she cares for is here.]
I wish I had taken more time to get to know her.
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Yeah.
[ It didn't come out as a joke. Arturia is thinking about all the things Shirou is carefully refusing to think about and is packing away like a crate of disorganized supplies, examining them for faults on his part and sorting them into rows and columns he will not look at beyond admitting they're there. Archer and Rin are gone from the Tower, alone in their respective wastelands, the teenager knows but without a method to help them and save them secured, Shirou doesn't want to think about it in depth. They're going to be saved. That's the only outcome he'll accept but until then, he tries to think of other things.
She fists her hand over her head and he looks at her. He lifts a hand uncertainly, stalling. Then he drops it back down to the dirt without a word. ]
I thought we had more time. [ For Saber to do just that, for Shirou to improve upon what was there. ] ... Damnit.
OMG. I made that icon! 8D
Arturia can proclaim that she will all she wants, but what can she do? She is no magus. No scientist. She is a warrior, a general, a barely passable politician, and this is not an enemy she can simply stab through.
She reaches out to Shirou, her hand resting on his shoulder how he has done it for her so many times before. For once, her mind doesn't immediately focus on how warm he is. When she realizes that later on she'll be grateful for the fact.]
We will make more time. We will find a way to bring her back here. [And away from the hell she and Archer have gone to.]
|D I think it's very cute!
The whole situation is frustrating.
This isn't a problem they can fix or stop by cutting it in half with a giant beam of light. The damage has already been done and they're all left to be the clean-up crew to right the wrong and revive the wastelands that were their worlds once. So it'll hard.
Arturia reaches out, placing her hand on his shoulder, curled around it and he stops, focusing on her. ]
I... Uh, Right! [ That's right. If Saber on his side, there's no reason they could lose. Or fail. ] That's right. I bet if we try hard, we can do it before half of the year is out.
I thought so, too, hence iconing the art. 83
She actually lets herself smile at Shirou's optimism and gives his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. It's nice to know some things don't change across worlds.]
Then we will have to make sure Rin can spend Christmas with us.
Good decision. ^W^ (this thread consists of a lot of sadness and them smiling at each other??)
He smiles back at her, awkwardly trying to return the gesture and reaches out to place his hand on her hip since she had grabbed his shoulder first, thanking her. ]
Duh. Man, she wouldn't get upset if we didn't buy her expansive Christmas presents then, would she? Lady or not, there's only so many months' worth of our food budget I'd burn for that.
And it's somehow the most shiptastic thread we've done yet.
Hahaha goofballs
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