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ITP: Shadow Children
Who: [AU5] Saber and YOU.
Format: Starts prose, will match replies
Setting: Various places
Summary: Arturia makes flower chains because there needs to be a break from angst, finds Saber's cat and misses those who left the tower, runs into the first of the shadows, is saved from a hoard of them by Veigar, and then dies toward the end of the week.
Warnings: Character death, shadow children, Veigar
[A: Floor Twenty-five; Meadow; Prior to Event; Angst break]
It was boredom that led her to decide to play with flowers like she hadn't done since she was a child. Pure and simple boredom and a desire to simply do something inane for once. Arturia had long ago stopped worrying about what would happen if someone caught her doing something childish.
That was why she currently sat amongst the flowers in the meadow, carefully, very carefully, picking and cutting and knotting flowers together. Slowly but surely the chain of flowers she was working on grew and grew. Now, if only she could figure out what to do with this chain she was crafting. Maybe give it to someone? But who? And what could she possibly fashion it into?
[B: Dorms; Backdated to just after Infiltration]
Arturia was on her way in from doing a round of monster hunting, tired and exhausted, when she felt something rub at her legs. She looked down to find a pair of bright greens eyes looking up at her. It took a moment to register that this was a cat and not just any cat, but Amy: the cat her other self had taken in.
Arturia had been under the impression the little thing had disappeared along with Saber's belongings when she had left the Tower. What was it still doing here? Was it a monster? Or an illusion made of Glamour and film?
It didn't matter, did it? Not when the creature was pawing at her skirts and Arturia remembered spending time in Saber's room, marveling over Avalon and the people who had held it in their stead. She bit her lip, feeling a lump rise in her throat as she knelt down and picked up the cat. So far, it appeared to be nothing more than a cat. So most likely it was nothing more than a film construct.
But, given that Irisviel and Ilyasviel and Mordred had all been homunculi, did that make 'Amy' any less real?
"Maybe I should take you in?" There was a sad note in her voice as she realized she may never see Saber again. Nor Archer. Nor Rin. Nor any of the others she had grown close to. Why had they been sent away? It wasn't fair!
And immediately, she felt bad for that thought, knowing that people being sent away had not been intentional. There was only so much Zo could do, after all. If she wanted to see them again, she'd have to find a way to fix that and lessen the burden on the boy. Except how?
Myao!
"One moment, little one. I'll look after you now. Let's see if we can find you something to eat, all right?"
And, picking up the cat, she went looking for something she could possibly feed it.
[C: Various; Day Two of the event]
It was after she found an ID Card in her mailbox that she began to notice them. The shadows she had seen down below. Given her 'present' and Jason's post on the network, she was wary of them. They did nothing to harm her and generally stayed out of the way of others, but there was something beyond their nature that unnerved her.
Perhaps it was how familiar a few of them seemed? Arturia could quite pinpoint how, something about the way they moved. They would flit about, yes, and seemed to press unnaturally into the corners to allow people by, but there was still something about the way the gaggling of shadows she was sure were following her that was eerily familiar. On occasion she'd tried to find that smile that matched the one on the card she kept with her, but no. No. That shadow was not among them from what she could tell.
It was when they started speaking that she suddenly understood why they seemed so familiar.
Father....
Arturia jumped, turning and seeing nothing but the small gaggling of shadows before her.
"Mordred....?" she called, looking around.
It was the smallest shadow that spoke.
Why did you erase me, Father? Was I not good enough to live?
Arturia had never known Mordred's fate after making her wish. If the boy (?) had lived somehow or been erased with her own existence. It didn't matter now, not when that shadow was talking with Mordred's voice.
It had to be a trick, right? Nothing more than another trick of the Tower.
I see you've taken to replacing me with another, came Lancelot's voice next. Another shadow, this time much taller, it's smile not as wide but the way it seemed to slump giving her a clue as to who it was.
What do you expect? She's heartless. Even we, who she claimed were her friends, were nothing to her. That's why she can replace us so easily. Even that boy she claims to love, see how she fawns over that other boy here as if he's nothing but a common cuckoo for believing she would never hurt him.
No. Gwen. Not Gwen. Anyone but Gwen. But the shadow flitted close to her until all Arturia could see was blackness and that wide white white smile.
Right.... Arturia?
She turned from the shadow and hurried up the steps. A trick. It has to be a trick. It couldn't be anything but a trick. That's all it is. Another illusion of the Tower.
She just had to shut her ears to them. How bad could it be?
[Floor Ten; Aquarium; Day 4 of the event; Closed toadorablyevilish]
Liar!
You stole him from me! How could you steal him from me? I loved him first!
If you hadn't existed, I could have been happy! Why should you live as you when this is my fate? Why can't I be the one to be happy for once?
You were supposed to protect us! Yet you abandon us! Even now, should we be restored, you think of abandoning us! How could you?
How can you claim to be a knight, much less a king, when you destroy all you love? How?
You're no sister of mine. Why did I even bother to look out for you? I should've insisted Father leave you to the wolves instead of take you in!
Arturia was more or less catatonic now, surrounded by the shadows pressing in on her on all sides, each scrambling for her attention. She'd managed to quiet them briefly by asking the growing crowd to let her get someplace out of the way as not to inconvenience others. Perhaps, knowing they would get what they want from her, they had calmed until she came here. There was no escaping this, none that she could find, and she was so very tired of running from these things. It was getting hard to even keep her eyes open, to concentrate on anything but the litany of voices around her.
People rarely came to the aquarium. Hopefully, the growing crowd would not attract people. And dear whatever deity may be listening, there was a crowd. Millions, perhaps billions of them fluttering about and pressing in on her. Despite how Arturia knew she tended to focus on simply Camelot or Shirou, her responsibilities were farther reaching. A Counter Guardian was meant to protect humanity throughout time and space.
And, somehow, she failed even in that regard.
It didn't matter. This is what Arturia knew she deserved. She was weak, a failure as a king, as a Guardian, as anything she set her mind on now. Perhaps she would fail even this Tower. She had been one of the ones responsible for destroying the power cores. The people here would die soon, too. And soon.... soon she had a feeling the crowd would get their fill of her.
Even now, her energy failing, she searched the crowd of them, looking for that familiar smile and clutching the card in her hands.
[Day 5; Closed]
It was on the fifth day, when she had no choice but to sleep in her bed that he finally came. Arturia could not even delude herself at this point. These things were who they said they were. They had to be.
That was why when the crowd went silent and parted for one particular shadow child, she knew exactly who it was. The smile was just as white white white as the one in the school ID she had been clutching in one hand, but with a bit of a crook to it she would recognize anywhere.
If there was ever a time she thought Shirou most attractive, it was when he was smiling. It was a shock to realize that accounted for him in this form, too.
"Hello, Shirou."
Hello, Saber.
"I'm sorry."
I know. I'm sorry I waited this long. I.... I wasn't sure if you would try to hurt me again or not.
"If I could do it over again, I wouldn't have done it."
I know.
"....stay with me? For a little while?"
All right.
And the shadow laid down beside her. Not touching her, no, the ghost of its hand reaching out to cover hers. She was so weak she couldn't even feel it, but she tried to imagine how warm the hand had been in life, the way it felt to be held by him. Even though she asked for it, his presence alone brought no comfort to her, brought no joy. All it did was remind her she did not deserve this, did not deserve comfort or warmth or love or joy.
She was supposed to save her nation and had wound up destroying it.
She had sworn to protect the boy laying beside her and wound up killing him with her own hand.
She was supposed to protect the world itself and somehow she had messed up even that.
Arturia had been nothing but a failure. That's all that she ever would be. It was time she finally accepted it.
It's a few hours later when her collar finally goes completely clear, that she finally drifts off and lets the darkness take her. The very last thing she feels is the press of something--she isn't sure what--to her forehead and she shudders. Not even a kiss could bring her comfort. The very thought that even like this Shirou is trying to comfort her only drives the point home. If she couldn't protect kindness like this, then who could she protect?
Format: Starts prose, will match replies
Setting: Various places
Summary: Arturia makes flower chains because there needs to be a break from angst, finds Saber's cat and misses those who left the tower, runs into the first of the shadows, is saved from a hoard of them by Veigar, and then dies toward the end of the week.
Warnings: Character death, shadow children, Veigar
[A: Floor Twenty-five; Meadow; Prior to Event; Angst break]
It was boredom that led her to decide to play with flowers like she hadn't done since she was a child. Pure and simple boredom and a desire to simply do something inane for once. Arturia had long ago stopped worrying about what would happen if someone caught her doing something childish.
That was why she currently sat amongst the flowers in the meadow, carefully, very carefully, picking and cutting and knotting flowers together. Slowly but surely the chain of flowers she was working on grew and grew. Now, if only she could figure out what to do with this chain she was crafting. Maybe give it to someone? But who? And what could she possibly fashion it into?
[B: Dorms; Backdated to just after Infiltration]
Arturia was on her way in from doing a round of monster hunting, tired and exhausted, when she felt something rub at her legs. She looked down to find a pair of bright greens eyes looking up at her. It took a moment to register that this was a cat and not just any cat, but Amy: the cat her other self had taken in.
Arturia had been under the impression the little thing had disappeared along with Saber's belongings when she had left the Tower. What was it still doing here? Was it a monster? Or an illusion made of Glamour and film?
It didn't matter, did it? Not when the creature was pawing at her skirts and Arturia remembered spending time in Saber's room, marveling over Avalon and the people who had held it in their stead. She bit her lip, feeling a lump rise in her throat as she knelt down and picked up the cat. So far, it appeared to be nothing more than a cat. So most likely it was nothing more than a film construct.
But, given that Irisviel and Ilyasviel and Mordred had all been homunculi, did that make 'Amy' any less real?
"Maybe I should take you in?" There was a sad note in her voice as she realized she may never see Saber again. Nor Archer. Nor Rin. Nor any of the others she had grown close to. Why had they been sent away? It wasn't fair!
And immediately, she felt bad for that thought, knowing that people being sent away had not been intentional. There was only so much Zo could do, after all. If she wanted to see them again, she'd have to find a way to fix that and lessen the burden on the boy. Except how?
Myao!
"One moment, little one. I'll look after you now. Let's see if we can find you something to eat, all right?"
And, picking up the cat, she went looking for something she could possibly feed it.
[C: Various; Day Two of the event]
It was after she found an ID Card in her mailbox that she began to notice them. The shadows she had seen down below. Given her 'present' and Jason's post on the network, she was wary of them. They did nothing to harm her and generally stayed out of the way of others, but there was something beyond their nature that unnerved her.
Perhaps it was how familiar a few of them seemed? Arturia could quite pinpoint how, something about the way they moved. They would flit about, yes, and seemed to press unnaturally into the corners to allow people by, but there was still something about the way the gaggling of shadows she was sure were following her that was eerily familiar. On occasion she'd tried to find that smile that matched the one on the card she kept with her, but no. No. That shadow was not among them from what she could tell.
It was when they started speaking that she suddenly understood why they seemed so familiar.
Father....
Arturia jumped, turning and seeing nothing but the small gaggling of shadows before her.
"Mordred....?" she called, looking around.
It was the smallest shadow that spoke.
Why did you erase me, Father? Was I not good enough to live?
Arturia had never known Mordred's fate after making her wish. If the boy (?) had lived somehow or been erased with her own existence. It didn't matter now, not when that shadow was talking with Mordred's voice.
It had to be a trick, right? Nothing more than another trick of the Tower.
I see you've taken to replacing me with another, came Lancelot's voice next. Another shadow, this time much taller, it's smile not as wide but the way it seemed to slump giving her a clue as to who it was.
What do you expect? She's heartless. Even we, who she claimed were her friends, were nothing to her. That's why she can replace us so easily. Even that boy she claims to love, see how she fawns over that other boy here as if he's nothing but a common cuckoo for believing she would never hurt him.
No. Gwen. Not Gwen. Anyone but Gwen. But the shadow flitted close to her until all Arturia could see was blackness and that wide white white smile.
Right.... Arturia?
She turned from the shadow and hurried up the steps. A trick. It has to be a trick. It couldn't be anything but a trick. That's all it is. Another illusion of the Tower.
She just had to shut her ears to them. How bad could it be?
[Floor Ten; Aquarium; Day 4 of the event; Closed to
adorablyevilish]Liar!
You stole him from me! How could you steal him from me? I loved him first!
If you hadn't existed, I could have been happy! Why should you live as you when this is my fate? Why can't I be the one to be happy for once?
You were supposed to protect us! Yet you abandon us! Even now, should we be restored, you think of abandoning us! How could you?
How can you claim to be a knight, much less a king, when you destroy all you love? How?
You're no sister of mine. Why did I even bother to look out for you? I should've insisted Father leave you to the wolves instead of take you in!
Arturia was more or less catatonic now, surrounded by the shadows pressing in on her on all sides, each scrambling for her attention. She'd managed to quiet them briefly by asking the growing crowd to let her get someplace out of the way as not to inconvenience others. Perhaps, knowing they would get what they want from her, they had calmed until she came here. There was no escaping this, none that she could find, and she was so very tired of running from these things. It was getting hard to even keep her eyes open, to concentrate on anything but the litany of voices around her.
People rarely came to the aquarium. Hopefully, the growing crowd would not attract people. And dear whatever deity may be listening, there was a crowd. Millions, perhaps billions of them fluttering about and pressing in on her. Despite how Arturia knew she tended to focus on simply Camelot or Shirou, her responsibilities were farther reaching. A Counter Guardian was meant to protect humanity throughout time and space.
And, somehow, she failed even in that regard.
It didn't matter. This is what Arturia knew she deserved. She was weak, a failure as a king, as a Guardian, as anything she set her mind on now. Perhaps she would fail even this Tower. She had been one of the ones responsible for destroying the power cores. The people here would die soon, too. And soon.... soon she had a feeling the crowd would get their fill of her.
Even now, her energy failing, she searched the crowd of them, looking for that familiar smile and clutching the card in her hands.
[Day 5; Closed]
It was on the fifth day, when she had no choice but to sleep in her bed that he finally came. Arturia could not even delude herself at this point. These things were who they said they were. They had to be.
That was why when the crowd went silent and parted for one particular shadow child, she knew exactly who it was. The smile was just as white white white as the one in the school ID she had been clutching in one hand, but with a bit of a crook to it she would recognize anywhere.
If there was ever a time she thought Shirou most attractive, it was when he was smiling. It was a shock to realize that accounted for him in this form, too.
"Hello, Shirou."
Hello, Saber.
"I'm sorry."
I know. I'm sorry I waited this long. I.... I wasn't sure if you would try to hurt me again or not.
"If I could do it over again, I wouldn't have done it."
I know.
"....stay with me? For a little while?"
All right.
And the shadow laid down beside her. Not touching her, no, the ghost of its hand reaching out to cover hers. She was so weak she couldn't even feel it, but she tried to imagine how warm the hand had been in life, the way it felt to be held by him. Even though she asked for it, his presence alone brought no comfort to her, brought no joy. All it did was remind her she did not deserve this, did not deserve comfort or warmth or love or joy.
She was supposed to save her nation and had wound up destroying it.
She had sworn to protect the boy laying beside her and wound up killing him with her own hand.
She was supposed to protect the world itself and somehow she had messed up even that.
Arturia had been nothing but a failure. That's all that she ever would be. It was time she finally accepted it.
It's a few hours later when her collar finally goes completely clear, that she finally drifts off and lets the darkness take her. The very last thing she feels is the press of something--she isn't sure what--to her forehead and she shudders. Not even a kiss could bring her comfort. The very thought that even like this Shirou is trying to comfort her only drives the point home. If she couldn't protect kindness like this, then who could she protect?
Which I'm pretty happy about. :3
"I'm fine with that! I have a knife too, so it's okay!"
I might just toss up a log with nothing but fluffy prompts if this keeps up.
And once she did, Arturia began to educate her on the art of flower chains. How to judge the thickness of a stem for if it could be tied alone or if it would be better to split it, the sort of knots to tie so it would be secure, how to get the night as close as possible to the base of the previous flower before moving on to the next.
Slowly but surely they worked through Yotsuba's flower pile.
Which would be a sugary treat that most of the Tower denizens need at this point. ><;
At that, Yotsuba would give a small little..salute with her right arm before sitting next to the woman, looking like a kid in a candy store, or like it was Christmas. Even though she didn't know about Christmas yet. Yotsuba carefully took in all the information the woman gave her, and even helped her out with the flower chain they were making when she understood enough to help.
"This is awesome! The flowers look luvley!"
Fluff idea I had for next month: Yostuba and Arturia drop flower crowns in everyone's mailbox.
"You look like the May Queen now, Little One."
..Thanks to an entirely different thread, Yotsuba was planning on stuffing flower crowns and-
Yotsuba wasn't expecting the woman to take the chain from her, but she smiled as she watched the woman finish it, that grin only getting bigger when the crown was placed on her head.
"Really?! What's the May Queen?!"
Sweet.
She studies Yotsuba for a moment. "With your hair color, you look even more like the May Queen than most. The flowers look like they're part of your hair as well."
Yup. :3
"Really?! Yotsuba didn't have a festival like that where I lived! It sounds like a lot of fun though! It's fun to sing!"
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When they only have a month left. On Mordred's birthday, too, though she doubts the boy (?) ever knew Arturia had found out about when it was.
"The meadow here would be a nice place for it. We could name you the May Queen formally and have a May Pole and everything."
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"We should! That would be awesome! Are other people called months and run around the pole too?!"