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[pure_as_snow]

Characters: Irisviel Von Einzbern
Setting: Room 2-03 then everywhere
Format: Spamish.
Summary: Irisviel awakes in a strange place and then wanders the tower in search of answers.
Warnings: None.

[The night prior, Irisviel had fallen asleep safe and content in the second-hand dwelling that currently lay in use as a secret base of sorts. Safe in the knowledge that loyal servant and friend would protect her from any ill the world may send her way, it seemed that soon her dreams would soon come to fruition or so she thought . The next day she had woke up in a haze in an unfamiliar room. and, after regaining her balance, manged to find the letter that had been given to her by the admin explaining the place in which she had awakened and the apparent demise of her home world. Such news filled the homunculus with fear and dread, such destruction would mean the death of all those dear to her and the dream she had worked so hard to make real.

After a long time of crying into her pillow and trying to rationalize what had just happened to her, Irisviel collects what little wit she has left and leaves her room with the intent of finding someone who could answer her lingering questions and put her mind at ease. First poking her head into any floor that looked safe enough and politely calling to the emptiness if anyone there could help, she eventually settles at the cafeteria, tired and heavy eyed,  staring down a plate of food that her tired and confused state seems to be barring her from eating,  She eventually gives up on eating and moves on to greener pastures, quite literally in fact, as she finds herself standing in the middle of a great meadow. With no energy to move on, and no food in her stomach, Irisviel quickly lays down and finds herself lazily napping away the afternoon without a care in the world.]

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[greyerrant]

[ A huge figure in grey, battered war-plate stares down at her, and watches over her for a long time, standing watch like a sentinel of some sort. His primary imperative, to protect humans, engaged almost without even thinking about it. He is a silent wolf of war, simply waiting for her to be awakened by his presence, the low buzz of his armor, or the hiss of his respiration through the armor. ]

[pure_as_snow]

[It wasn't long before the ambient noise found it's way to Irisviel's ear and slowly roused her heavy eyes to open and beckon her once more to the waking world. It was not long before the haze of sleep lifted from her mind and the shock of suddenly being in the presence of an enormous man took it's place.]

Oh my! Sorry, I thought I was alone here.

[greyerrant]

No, you were not. But you are safe.

[ He says, quietly. For all the menace his form inherently has, there's nothing of violence about him now. More just a great weight sitting on his larger than human shoulders. ]

Are you lost?

[pure_as_snow]

I just woke up here a few hours ago, so I guess you could say that.

[Irisviel's voice was kind and calm, but just beyond her smiling face sat a layer of sadness for what she had just lost.]

[greyerrant]

[ The grey Angel of the Emperor kneels, and removes his helmet, exposing a scarred if sculptural face, like the facade of a building which has been ravaged by acid and time. His eyes are grey, and his expression is unsmiling, almost too serious. ]

Perhaps I can help you, then. [ Without the muffling helmet his voice is even deeper, and far louder, almost chest-rumbling deep. In terms of size, he's a bit larger than her time's Rider, at some 8 feet tall in his warplate, so even ]

The Meadow

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid does a double take when he sees a familiar face in the meadow as he passes by the floor on his patrol for the day. It is one that he hadn't thought he would see again. Not after the version of her that had been here when he first arrived had been sent away. As he approaches her, Diarmuid makes no effort to hide his presence since the last thing he wants to do is make worried that he might harm her. Especially, since she looks so tired.]

Lady Von Einzbern? Are you all right?

[As he gets closer, he starts slightly. Is she...sleeping? And if so, should he really bother her?]

[pure_as_snow]

[Lancer's words find no home in Irisviel's sleeping mind, as she simply rolled over and continued sleeping despite the verbal intrusion.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid smiles gently at the reaction. He hates to wake her since he can only guess that her arrival has tired her out a great deal. Unfortunately, he has no idea how long she will sleep and if she sleeps passed nightfall, she will be in danger from the monsters that come out at night. He cannot just let her continue to sleep because of that.

He crouches down behind her and reaches for her shoulder to shake her lightly.]

Lady Von Einzbern. I am sorry, but you must wake up.

[pure_as_snow]

[The shaking is enough to finally rouse the Einzbern homunculus awake, causing her to yawn and tiredly flutter her eyes as the light of day fled in.]

Lancer? Is that you?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid nods, letting his hand fall away from her shoulder.]

It is, Lady Von Einzbern, though most everyone here just called me Diarmuid. I have no reason to hide my identity in a place where there is no Grail War.

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer looks down at the white-haired woman lying down within the flowers. She's familiar, but he can't put his finger on where he had seen her before.]

[For a while, he silently watches her sleep. But when it seems that she isn't getting up from her nap, he reaches over to give her a slight shake.]

Hey.

[pure_as_snow]

[After a bit of prodding, Iriviel wakes up, slightly startled to have a man she had never met before greeting her return to the waking world.]

Oh hello! Can I help you?

[puppy_lancer]

I'm thinking this should be my line. Can I give you any help, little lady?

[pure_as_snow]

I was just wandering around and trying to find my way when I ended up here, I'd mostly like some help getting around for the time being.

[puppy_lancer]

Alright then. Where exactly would you like to get to? Another pretty floor? The cafeteria? Your room?

[fionnuisce]

Are you-...

[Waver had been startled by the woman's appearance in a hallway on the dormitory floors. The magus in green halted with those words, hesitated, and adjusted the sunglasses worn on top of his head. Collecting himself, Waver straightened up and spoke with a little more formality.]

...Forgive me, but you're from the Einzbern family, are you not?

[pure_as_snow]

[Irisviel turned to meet the the man talking to her with a mixture of concern and confusion worn upon her pale face.]

Why yes, I am. Are you an acquaintance of my family?

[fionnuisce]

Ah--no, not exactly. I think you and I might have briefly crossed paths, in one world or another. Tell me, was Rider's Master in your experience some short annoying little brat of a kid?

[pure_as_snow]

Oh, you must mean Waver. Though I only met him once, when everyone assembled to fight Caster, so I can't really say if he was annoying or anything like that.

[fionnuisce]

To phrase it simply, in another world that would have been me. [well, that was a LITTLE blunt...]

Lord El-Melloi the second, Waver Velvet. Pleasure to meet you, though I'm afraid your full name escapes me at the moment.

[faithstaynight]

[Just as Irisviel is about to doze off, she might be able to sense the presence of a Servant stepping out onto the floor. After a moment, the presence approaches, revealing itself to be a young woman dressed in plain clothes with a look of worry on her face.]

I would advise against napping here, mademoiselle. Many floors in this tower are not safe.

[pure_as_snow]

[The presence of a servant was certainly an event alarming enough to snap Irisviel awake, however upon actually seeing the servant in question, she drops her guard, if just a small bit.]

Really? I imagine I should go back to my room if I want to nap then.

[Irisviel laughed lightly.]

[faithstaynight]

[When Irisviel snaps awake, Ruler immediately raises her hands in a gesture of surrender. The last thing she wanted was to get into a fight with someone she knew was from a version of her own world.]

That is a fairly wise idea. Unless something terrible is afflicting the tower, it seems like our rooms are the only places those monsters will not enter.

[pure_as_snow]

Is this entire place really infested with monsters?

[faithstaynight]

[She nods.]

It is. They're a bit scarcer during the day, but can still be found on many of the floors. Caution is certainly advised.