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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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I don't hate him. [ He felt that clarification was important to make. ]
I just can't stand him. I know why he's different from me too, so it's only more impossible for us to accept each other without fighting.
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I see. I can understand that position very well. However..while you two might not be able to accept each other, it might be best if you learned how to interact without fighting. Both for your own health as well as Rin's. I imagine that she was not pleased about the fights you two would get into. Or am I incorrect in that as well?
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No, no, it's not it. He says he doesn't fight for an ideal, or for what he believes in.
You see, Archer won't respect the ideals I follow, no matter what and I—cannot approve of him either. We're badly matched as people.
Scenario A
[Just a guess. After six thousand years, chaos had met plenty of normal humans who were like that.]
I did not say that he had to respect your ideals though. Respecting the strength one has in those beliefs and respecting the beliefs themselves are two separate things.
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Hahah.
Hah. ]
Whether or not that's the case...
That guy wouldn't do it. Us talking like civilized people isn't part of his objective.
[ That's the fifth time this person said 'I see,' in this conversation.
Not that Shirou himself was counting.]Scenario A
Seeing you dead is, I take it?
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Yeah, that's... About it.
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I hope his master is able to keep him in check then.
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[ Shirou stands up from where he'd been sitting in front of the tombstone and brushes off his pants, wiping the dirt from them. ]
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So, with that, chaos would get up, not really bothering to brush the grass or dirt from his pants and bodysuit.]
..If you are feeling alright now, I shall be on my way. It was nice to speak with you for a little while.
Scenario A
Uh? [ ?? ] Oh, sure. It was good to meet you too.
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I am glad to hear that..and I do hope you shall be alright.
[And with that, chaos would just..walk away, down the long line of gravestones. The pieces of wood he had shoved in during December didn't have names, but it was safer to mourn over them than any actual gravestones here. It did make it a bit difficult to find though, when chaos was lost in thought.]
Scenario A
He stands in front of Rin's grave, staring down at it before sighing and rousing himself to move along to the cafeteria. ]