towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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[ 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. ]

[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.

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?

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.]

Edited 2013-09-05 05:09 (UTC)

[ 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 ]

Edited 2013-09-05 10:29 (UTC)

That would be wonderful. I have so many questions and couldn't seem to find anyone who could answer them.

Edited 2013-09-05 16:22 (UTC)

All right. Start asking them, and I'll try to enlighten you.

...Has my home really been destroyed as the letter said?

Edited 2013-09-05 16:45 (UTC)

I can't say for sure, but I'm reasonably convinced that is the case.

Edited 2013-09-05 16:47 (UTC)

Oh my...

[Irisviel sighed sadly, that is what she had feared might be the case. She cried lightly, wiping away such tears as quickly as they came.]

If that is the case I really hope that my husband and daughter were brought here as well.

What are their names? The possibility exists, but... they may not be as you remember them. From a different point in time.

My daughter's name is Illyasviel, she is a small girl with hair and eyes much like mine. She would be hard to miss, I imagine. As for my husband, his name is Kiritsugu.

THese names are not known to me. [ He is quiet for a few moments, noting her tears and grief reaction, and then adds, ]

I'm sorry.

It's all right..

[she sniffled lightly.]

I'll search some more on my own just in case. I can't give up hope just yet.

Given how dangerous this tower is, I suggest that you have an escort.