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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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[If he hadn't been an embodiment of evil then, the long years would have made him one anyway. And to call himself a fraud - he wasn't the same spirit, but a scapegoat in his name. He didn't even have an excuse - he didn't even do anything.]
[Naoya shook his head and reached out to put a hand on Angra's shoulder. Nothing sappy, but a support.]
Not really. Heh. That... explains a lot, though.
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But they were even now, story-wise at least. He knew a lot of his story and vica versa.
Angra tolerated Naoya's hand on his shoulder as the gesture of support it was. He was his Master, and in a sense, the Servant was more pliant and accepting of his owners, even a replacement one, than he was of others. He could tolerate it because it wasn't out of pity. ]
Oh yeah, I guess it does, if ya' don't have any questions.
[ After a few seconds, he pulled away from his grip. Then he grins. ] Done with the exposition for now?
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[He nodded a bit.]
It's a shame you can't completely see what I'm seeing. Before everything happened, it was quite the beautiful place.
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[ Naoya, he can't see anything you see in this case. Even if he looked through your eyes. This is only an empty, metal room to him. ]
... Mm-mmm. Back in the old days, everything wasn't so used up. It's a farm, right?
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It was just ya' two? That must have been some kind of mundane happiness.
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[ Not 'innocent,' just happy. He'd been a regular ol' human teenager. ]
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[People who had been through so much... heh. It calls for a drastic change in perspective.]
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Yeah... It changes endlessly. [For some reason, that then prompts him to smirk at Naoya. ] Aah, Master, I wonder if I should envy you, in a way.
[ 'A drastic change in perspective is one way to put it.' ]