towerofanimus | ☠ 006 | you have remembered the apple still lodged in your throat

Characters: Avenger, 'Shirou' and OPEN to all.
Setting: The meadow, the lounge and the cafeteria and the media room, set throughout the week.
Format: Action spam.
Summary: Avenger, still a little annoyed by the package he'd received on Monday, deals with the shadow children following him around. 'Shirou' meanwhile is slowly being convinced he'd being haunted by a severed arm that wouldn't go away no matter how often he throws it out.
Warnings: Typical fare for the Tower of Animus.

[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 25: THE MEADOW ]
[ At first, there had only been the faint sensation of something's eyes staring at him, no more. It had started in the evening; feeling like he was being watched before a shadowy figure had slipped into view and began harmlessly following him around. It had been rapidly joined by a few more shadowy things, and despite his annoyed attempts to ward them off via a couple dagger to what looked like their heads or limbs, they didn't vanish. They didn't said anything on the first day. Whispers only started drifting out of them on the second day.

They just followed him around the tower, smiling with a slash of white against the blackness of their bodies, and somehow whispered louder and louder and louder. Finally, he'd wandered onto this floor and sat down. Avenger was bemused when he realized he could pick out unexpectedly familiar voices from the chorus. Caren, her voice full of her cold high-and-mighty contempt, commenting on his worthlessness. Another voice, younger and higher, picks up the thread from among the rest of the voices, full of insults.

Bazett, a shadow biting out her scolding words full of scorn and derision.

i never trusted you, not truly. i was right to. look where believing in you as my comrade landed me, Servant.

It continues on in this length for awhile. Avenger rests his chin on his hand, and wonders why the shadows that clustered near him thinks he cares one damn whom they mimic. ]

[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 81: LOUGUE ]
[ The number of shadows that trailed his footsteps doubles, then triples in size soon enough. There's an entire horde of them, all yelling and crying and blaming. how could you it's unfair die die die repent hurts unforgivable look at us ruined and dead because of you you've survived monster beast pretender demon fake and we have not it's your fault it's all your fault we hate you. this is your fault how dare you hate you die die die so unfair you're evil you deserve to suffer for this filthy weak pathetic the world would be better off without the likes of you so why don't you just
fucking
die ]

—Yeah, that's right. Think that if ya' want. Shut up already. [ He waves them off dismissively.

The crowd surges, the voices of accusations besetting him. But by now, this late in the week, Avenger has figured out what's their deal and he's not very affected by the experience. He had little attachment to his world that wasn't misanthropic, so it did not bother him in the slightest. In fact, it bored him.

Walking through the lounge, with a severed arm tucked under his arm, and followed by that shadowy crowd instead of taking the elevator to the dorms at night seemed reasonable to him. Stupid Shirou kept throwing it out into the trash can in the cafeteria and making him dig it out again. ]

[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 1: THE CAFETERIA ]
[ Now, the person busily cooking his worries about being haunted by an arm that won't go away even after he'd repeatedly tossed it into the trash (where had the arm even come from anyway?) and confusion, in the kitchen is probably a very familiar face to whose who frequent the cafeteria regularly.

As reliable as clockwork, the teenager comes in very early in the morning to place the food inside the oversized oven to be baked and then removes it from the oven to transfer the food to clean plates, before taking the neatly ranged dishes out in the cafeteria for any resident to eat as per the job the administration had assigned to him.

Once that was done, it was back to the kitchens to cook even more, and that is what brings us to our current state of affairs: Emiya Shirou engaging in one of his favorite hobbies—cooking in times of crisis. Determinedly ignoring the one or two shadows that follow him around early in the week. B| Denying they exist at all! ]

[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 14: THE MEDIA ROOM ]
[ 'Shirou' is not coping well with all these voices. :|a

Curled up in one of the bean bags with his eyes screwed shut, his mouth a tight line, and a good dozen shadow children milling around him, focused on him and only him, he looked frazzled and confused and guilty. ]

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...She told me I was no better when it came to violence.

[Which was wrong since he wasn't needlessly violent!]

[ Your history begs to differ, pal and you do love a good fight, which involves plenty of violence. He holds up his hands. ]

Oh hoh, think she's wrong? [ Whichever of his shadows... is... speaking as this her.

Avenger, don't be so confident when you yourself are troublesomely careless about involving and killing innocents so pointlessly. i have not forgotten that incident... it does seem, you actually did indeed turn out to be the kind of person i hate the most. that's disappointing. traitor. The shadows hissed.

murderer monster suffer you're laughable weak be quiet revolting untrustworthy die die ]

Of course. I'm not both violent and vindictive.

[Unless, of course, your name is Cu Roi or something.]

['You killed an innocent boy just to preserve your pride. Wouldn't you call that vindictive?']

[ Oh, sure. Of course that's right.

He's obviously taking this very seriously. Avenger regards him with little concern, dark eyes bemused. ]

Uh-huh. So this isn't a case of like Master, like Servant then?

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You can say that. But she's less of a hound than a she-leopard.

[ A-ha. So he was right, it was Lancer's Master. ] Female magi are like that, I guess. So what, a giant spotted cat kept you on a short leash?

Nah, she was a human. A very beautiful human.

[He looks warily over at the shadow, again preparing to get slapped.]

[ It was a bad joke gosh :( He watches Lancer cringe. ]

Oh, did ya' sleep with her?

[ ~~Guess who's mildly relieved the shadow with Bazett's voice can't punch him.~~ ]

[He suddenly goes very red.]

Well...uh...that...

[He shakes his head and snarls.]

That's not your business!

[ He's laughing, obnoxiously cheeky.

Just judging from that reaction alone, he's betting it's a "yes" and that it wasn't Lancer who had first decided to he should warm his Master's bed. Poor bloke. ]

Man, so red-faced at a simple question?

[He stutters and turns away, unable to formulate a response.]

[ His voice lilts, temporarily distracted by amusement; ]

Embarrassed~? That's unlike a womanizer of your sort, Lancer.

...She was a very special woman, alright?

[ He sees his point. Or maybe Lancer's Master had just been outrageously kinky or something. ]

Alright, alright. [ Pretty casual and bemused by this. ] It'd hardly be the first time a Servant got fucked by their Master, you know.

[More like both.]

Yeah, I know. Prana transfers. Probably be more likely to find a Servant who hasn't done it by now.

[ One of the shadows—the one with Caren's voice—is laughing at Lancer, mouth split in a wide smile. ]

You sure don't act like ya' know, with how red in the face you were. [ Avenger's masters hadn't been interested, sadly. :T ]

[He makes a face at the smiling shadow child, and then another one at Avenger.]

Hey, just because I know about it didn't mean I was eager to try it.

[Alright, he was a little, but it was complicated.]

[ The shadow child's laughter is all in his ~mind~ Avenger just looks like a cocky adolescent. ]

Aw, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you didn't live up to legend, but that's your business.

[ Now he's just being a deliberately oblivious pest... ]

She was perfectly pleased with my performance!

[At this, Misaya's shadow child gives a loud, cruel laugh.]

['You overestimate your skills, dog. You were always so hesitant. Saber would not have behaved so.']

[ The shadow with Caren's voice chuckles maliciously. The shadow that stood closest to him, tall and straight-backed, shifted.

He grins, mocking. ]

You sound terribly vehement 'bout that.