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towerofanimus2013-09-04 01:00 pm
infesting) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-04 01:00 pm
you should smile, little thing
Characters: au kariya & open.
Setting: out & about. .. ngl he's probs lost.
Format: i action-spam, but feel free to reply in prose if that's more comfortable for you.
Summary: this is one upset little body horror.
Warnings: body.. horror via worm infestation?
[ waking up in a strange place when he'd just been with lancelot had been not only jarring, but extremely upsetting. he'd spent the first few minutes in a terrified haze, vainly searching the room for his servant. he can't sense him anymore, though the seal remains on the back of his right hand. so.. shouldn't that mean he's still here? he'd said he wouldn't leave kariya. he'd sworn it, that he'd be by his side as long as he could.
that had been before saber, though. before he realized he'd have to fight his king for the grail. that he'd have to choose between her and a little boy he barely knew. maybe.. maybe he'd made his decision.
there are letters, but kariya can't focus to read them right now. he's upset and frightened and he hurts. he always hurts these days. father says the pain is a good thing, that it means the crest worms are making him stronger, to take care of his family. kariya doesn't understand it, of course, but if it's what father says, then it must be the truth.
father isn't here. lancelot is gone, father is gone, and kariya is all alone in a strange place and he doesn't know what to do.
he has the presence of mind to fold up the letter, tucking it into a pocket. he slips out, then, little bare feet silent on the floor. he has no idea where he is, and there are rooms everywhere, and stairs, and-- he has no idea where he should go or where he should begin looking. surely, after all, this is a test. father likes testing him. so.. so he can't cry, because crying doesn't do any good. and anyway, it always makes father angry. instead, he takes a deep breath, picks a direction, and starts walking.
residents of the tower may later find a small, white-haired boy with an eyepatch and bare feet wandering the various halls and rooms. ]
Setting: out & about. .. ngl he's probs lost.
Format: i action-spam, but feel free to reply in prose if that's more comfortable for you.
Summary: this is one upset little body horror.
Warnings: body.. horror via worm infestation?
[ waking up in a strange place when he'd just been with lancelot had been not only jarring, but extremely upsetting. he'd spent the first few minutes in a terrified haze, vainly searching the room for his servant. he can't sense him anymore, though the seal remains on the back of his right hand. so.. shouldn't that mean he's still here? he'd said he wouldn't leave kariya. he'd sworn it, that he'd be by his side as long as he could.
that had been before saber, though. before he realized he'd have to fight his king for the grail. that he'd have to choose between her and a little boy he barely knew. maybe.. maybe he'd made his decision.
there are letters, but kariya can't focus to read them right now. he's upset and frightened and he hurts. he always hurts these days. father says the pain is a good thing, that it means the crest worms are making him stronger, to take care of his family. kariya doesn't understand it, of course, but if it's what father says, then it must be the truth.
father isn't here. lancelot is gone, father is gone, and kariya is all alone in a strange place and he doesn't know what to do.
he has the presence of mind to fold up the letter, tucking it into a pocket. he slips out, then, little bare feet silent on the floor. he has no idea where he is, and there are rooms everywhere, and stairs, and-- he has no idea where he should go or where he should begin looking. surely, after all, this is a test. father likes testing him. so.. so he can't cry, because crying doesn't do any good. and anyway, it always makes father angry. instead, he takes a deep breath, picks a direction, and starts walking.
residents of the tower may later find a small, white-haired boy with an eyepatch and bare feet wandering the various halls and rooms. ]
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I do believe you are a fine Master, and I shall serve you as best I may, though you are not my own.
You have what Oaths remain mine to give.
[The Boy is no weight at all, and with his arms already firmly around Lancelot's neck, it's only the matter of a supporting arm about the Boy's body as he stands, drawing himself up to his full height. From over the top of Kariya's head, he looks down upon Hidetoshi with tolerance, nodding once more in thanks.]
Fear can be a Healthy thing, if it keeps you from such a Man-- but your caution and common sense will stand you in better stead still.
[He looks back to the Child in his arms, a thought suddenly occurring to him.]
I wager Kariya has not yet had his first Meal in this Place. I will escort him to the Dining Hall-- will you join us?
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The teenager returns the nod. ]
Hm. Serial killers are out of my ability range, I'm aware of that. I'm not going to charge in and be an idiot about this. [ Then the knight glances down at the kid he'd holding in his arms, and Hidetoshi smiles. ] Alright. Certainly, if you wouldn't mind that. Thank you.
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If-- If it's Second Magic that brought us here, he might not be a lot like the one Lancelot and I fought. B-But.. if he is, he has a-- a Servant, too. [ he tries not to shake at the memory, breathing in a shuddery little breath. ] N-Named Berserker. If he's.. here, then-- then just run away. Okay?
[ warning given, he leans his temple tiredly against lancelot's shoulder. the mention of food reminds him that he is a little hungry, though as always, he's not entirely sure how much he'll be able to keep down. he's in relatively good health, considering what's been done to him over the years, but there are good days and bad days, after all. ]
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Though you are not a fighter, you have acquitted yourself well. Should you ever wish to learn any of the Arts of War, you will find me an expert teacher.
Let us go then all together.
[As they set out, Lancelot gives a grimly amused ghost of a smile against Kariya's hair. The Boy is light in his arms, no burden at all. He speaks close to his ear.]
Ah, but there is no need to Run, as there nothing that I Fear-- it is I who am Berserker.
Though here in this Place I am not Mad, even so I am more Powerful even than you knew me to be.
Tell me, what class was I Summoned as, then-- in this Second Magic?
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... That's a gratuitous offer, Lancerlot-san. I might take up you on that, if you would be willing to spare some time from your Master and Kariya-chan later on. [ The teenager nodded seriously as they walks through the hallways, towards the elevator which could take them to the first floor and skip the hazards of the rest of the floors. Kariya was really in no shape to be dragged through all of that after such a scare.
While Hidetoshi could defend himself from the monsters that infested the Tower with throwing knives, he would still be useless in a more intensive fight, and to remedy that, perhaps learning from an expert teacher was necessary; Hidetoshi hated being powerless. ]
[ Momentarily, his attention is returned to Kariya, twig-arm curled around the Servent's neck when the child speaks weakly and then leans against the man when he's done. ] Berserker, is that who 'your' him commanded? Hm. Very well, I promise I'll keep that in mind. Here, I've gotten pretty good at running. My PE teacher would be simply amazed at my rate of improvement.
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at lancelot's words, though, he lifts his head again, blinking at the servant in surprise. lancelot is a berserker..? how can that be? berserker was-- violent, cruel. he'd had no sense of himself, vicious and mindless. he can't even imagine lancelot such a way.
he shakes his head, fingers curling and uncurling in the long hair. ]
My Lancelot is Lancer. [ he leans his head back down, good eye closing, the motion of being carried soothing and making him a little sleepy. ] .. He carries me l-like this a lot. And.. when it hurts too much to s-sleep, he tells me stories about Saber when she was King Arthur, and about Fairy, and the Lady.
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Time, I have to spare, Hidetoshi. I know well enough where to find you. Do you keep such weapons as you have on your person in the meantime.
[Does he ever. Lancelot stalks his castmates thoroughly and without their knowledge. He had vetted Hidetoshi for himself when he had arrived and been assigned a room with the young man.]
ood ed. The bit about Lancelot being Berserker was meant to be read as being spoken only to Kariya, in a low voice close to his ear-- so I'll leave out a response to that part of the comment. Sorry for the confusion! My fault entirely. ♥
Yes, and all of those stories are True. The Lady is still deep, deep beneath the Lake in her Faery Kingdom, and some say Arthur sleeps, deep, deep beneath the Mountains, waiting for Her people to call her Forth in their hour of Need.
[They are True. In their own way. Lancelot has learned in this place that he is not the only one of his Kind, of himself. Yet he is as much Lancelot as any Other of the name. His path in this existence is set, and it is a dark one of his own making. To think that there are Other men with cleaner Hearts, stronger Wills, unstained Hands-- it is no small thing. It is a Hopeful Truth, that though there is no Hope beyond Victory for himself, it might exist for Another Lancelot.
As if having sensed their arrival, the Elevator doors open invitingly. Once aboard, the long descent begins.]
Had you a favorite story then, Kariya? Of those you heard?
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[ He's not surprised as he once would have been that the Servant knows what weapons he carried on him or that he was carrying them at all. It wasn't a weird thing anymore. A short, respectful nod, his furrowing for a moment. ]
That sounds agreeable to me. Thank you, for that. And certainly, I will. To be unarmed would be a risk I would likely to pay heavily for. [ Hidetoshi's gaze is unwavering when he addresses the older man instead of Kariya, even he is still slightly intimidated by Lancelot. Once inside the elevator, and the cafeteria floor is selected by the boy whose hands were not full cradling a sleepy Kariya like his roommates' were, he does vaguely relax as it smoothly starts down on its way. Monsters never appeared in here. ]
[ Deciding he would be needlessly butting in on matters if he inserted himself into the little boy and his knight's conversation about true stories and sleeping ladies and favorite tales, Hidetoshi listens to him relating which arthurian legends he'd been regaled with before the tower.
He inwardly raised a baffled eyebrow when it clicks that Lancelot was referring to King Arthur as a 'she.' ]