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towerofanimus2013-09-07 04:40 pm
god_damned) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-07 04:40 pm
To see a world in a grain of sand
Characters: Kirei Kotomine and OPEN
Setting: The Dormitories (1-04). Floor forty-eight (the graveyard). Aaaand wildcard meanderings which you can happily place at your leisure!
Format: Brackets.
Summary: Kirei wakes in the Tower and explores his new surroundings.
Warnings: General disclaimer that Kirei is an awful person, discussions of suicide in his thread with Claudia, and specifics will be added as necessary.
Dormitories
[ He reads the letter, and he feels nothing.
What should he feel? Sorrow? Perhaps another person would label his utter lack of response as a state of shock or disbelief, as if he were denying the gravity of the message. However, while Kirei is reserved about taking those words as full truth, it is not a fool's hope which motivates him to such skepticism. What was lost in that world that he could mourn? Very little, in the end.
However, there is the War he left behind – and with it, he left behind the Grail, and his one chance to have his questions answered.
Perhaps it isn't nothing after all, but the feeling in his chest is not that of an honest man. But does it matter? Now, there is no remaining trace of his life save for a trunk of impersonal, unimportant things.
Regardless, he opens it, changes into his vestments, and exits into the hall. ]
Floor Forty-Eight
[ It is only natural that he finds himself in a place like this.
The graveyard stretches before him: like an echo of the world which he has been told is gone. He steps toward and kneels before a stone, trying to read its worn lettering with no success. It is difficult for him to determine why he makes the effort; perhaps he expects to see a name he recognizes.
Perhaps he expects to see his own. ]
Wandering
[ It is similar to the day he woke with the Command Spells, in a way, when he finds himself in this place. He was thrust into a world of unknown to him, of magi and their Holy Grail War. At the beginning, he had not understood his involvement in such a battle. Then, he spoke to Archer...
Perhaps this Tower is the same: he does not understand it now, but he can explore. He can discover more of it, and of himself.
But will what he finds favor him, or destroy him? ]
Setting: The Dormitories (1-04). Floor forty-eight (the graveyard). Aaaand wildcard meanderings which you can happily place at your leisure!
Format: Brackets.
Summary: Kirei wakes in the Tower and explores his new surroundings.
Warnings: General disclaimer that Kirei is an awful person, discussions of suicide in his thread with Claudia, and specifics will be added as necessary.
Dormitories
[ He reads the letter, and he feels nothing.
What should he feel? Sorrow? Perhaps another person would label his utter lack of response as a state of shock or disbelief, as if he were denying the gravity of the message. However, while Kirei is reserved about taking those words as full truth, it is not a fool's hope which motivates him to such skepticism. What was lost in that world that he could mourn? Very little, in the end.
However, there is the War he left behind – and with it, he left behind the Grail, and his one chance to have his questions answered.
Perhaps it isn't nothing after all, but the feeling in his chest is not that of an honest man. But does it matter? Now, there is no remaining trace of his life save for a trunk of impersonal, unimportant things.
Regardless, he opens it, changes into his vestments, and exits into the hall. ]
Floor Forty-Eight
[ It is only natural that he finds himself in a place like this.
The graveyard stretches before him: like an echo of the world which he has been told is gone. He steps toward and kneels before a stone, trying to read its worn lettering with no success. It is difficult for him to determine why he makes the effort; perhaps he expects to see a name he recognizes.
Perhaps he expects to see his own. ]
Wandering
[ It is similar to the day he woke with the Command Spells, in a way, when he finds himself in this place. He was thrust into a world of unknown to him, of magi and their Holy Grail War. At the beginning, he had not understood his involvement in such a battle. Then, he spoke to Archer...
Perhaps this Tower is the same: he does not understand it now, but he can explore. He can discover more of it, and of himself.
But will what he finds favor him, or destroy him? ]
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'Usually not.' [ He repeats with cautious skepticism. ] Who are these people?
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Psionics. Ruana's the oldest one. She used to be an experiment until she killed the researchers studying her.
[There's no censure in his tone. None at all. From everything he's seen and heard, the researchers deserved to die.]
Then she started running this place and pulling us in. And so far, the best guess is that she made the other three. Jason, Zo, and Dax.
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These collars. [ He touches his own, lightly. ] Is that how they contain you?
[ Since restraining a Heroic Spirit is no easy feat, and something must stop them from rebelling. ]
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[He flexes his hand.]
They're part of the bodies that Jason built. And the administrators can screw around with them.
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It makes a moment to truly register. The phrasing is so odd that he simply wonders if he has misunderstood, however... ]
Explain what you mean.
[ This time, it isn't a question. ]
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[He pokes himself in the cheek.]
You see, these bodies aren't really our bodies. They're move like wire frames covered with gel and filled with whatever fluids are going through our collars.
[He taps the collar.]
Yeah, even my kind end up getting stuck like that. Apparently, Zo only took our souls and we get put into bodies that Jason builds.
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Kirei stills, his gaze lowering to his hands. Slowly, his hands clench into fists. It feels real, but it is not. Nothing but illusion. ]
... I see. When our worlds ended, our bodies were taken with them? [ Perhaps it makes sense, given the circumstance. However, to imagine it... ]
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Well, uh...I'm not sure what's going on with our bodies back home. Haven't had the chance to find out. And I'm not sure I want to find out.
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[ Would they not be reduced to ash, with the rest of the world? Or is that another piece of deceit? ]
That seems unlikely.
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Hey, I'm not one of those people who've gone back, so how the hell would I know. You'd need to ask Saber for that or something.
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[ He almost catches himself. It could be any of that Servant Class, and meaningless, however... ] Do you know her true name?
[ And is her master alongside her? ]
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...You're some sort of Master, aren't you?
[Only Masters, it seemed, could immediately jump to the conclusions that the Servants went by classes and not real names.]
Just gotta tell you, there's no war here. It wouldn't give you any sort of edge to learn any Servant's real name.
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I am not looking for any advantage. I am simply curious.
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[He's a tad bit wary about just giving away another Servant's identity.]
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And would you tell me yours?
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[He lingers for a while and then...]
...Cu Chulainn.
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[ He responds in kind; it's only natural. ]
Do you have any Master here which binds you?
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[He whispers the word. In a way, it hurts to admit it. He no longer has a Master.]