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towerofanimus2013-09-14 03:43 pm
vasavishakti) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-14 03:43 pm
i will storm the gates of hell
Characters: karna & you. yeah, you.
Setting: room 1-12, then wherever you wanna run into him, idc.
Format: again, i write in action spam because i'm lazy, but feel free to respond in either.
Summary: this is probably gonna be terrible.
Warnings: none yet, unless you count the traumatized hindu deity.
[ he can't believe what he's reading. his world is gone? his entire world? it's not possible. not yet, not now, and certainly not like this. karna understands what he is, of course, but why does that make him worthy of saving? he served in life, he served in death-- if anyone should have been protected, should have been spared, it should have been his master.
he can't.. think about this right now. he can't focus on how empty he feels. ten years he'd been connected to his master, knowing one another body and mind and soul. ten years their bond had existed, and now-- and now--
he wants to scream. it's like a limb is missing, ripped away and bleeding, and it's all he can do to breathe, to move. he's not ready. he'd known he'd lose him eventually, but he'd thought-- he'd thought he'd have years, not like this. they were supposed to have a lifetime together.
he doesn't have the presence of mind to banish his armor for something less conspicuous. all he can think of is how desperately he needs to get away. he leaves the letters on his bed, stumbling away, all but fleeing the room as the void inside him shrieks its loss. he has no idea where he's going, only that he has to keep walking. he needs to walk until he finds the end of-- of whatever this is.
this is fate, surely, but it's a fate that he was woefully unprepared for. ]
Setting: room 1-12, then wherever you wanna run into him, idc.
Format: again, i write in action spam because i'm lazy, but feel free to respond in either.
Summary: this is probably gonna be terrible.
Warnings: none yet, unless you count the traumatized hindu deity.
[ he can't believe what he's reading. his world is gone? his entire world? it's not possible. not yet, not now, and certainly not like this. karna understands what he is, of course, but why does that make him worthy of saving? he served in life, he served in death-- if anyone should have been protected, should have been spared, it should have been his master.
he can't.. think about this right now. he can't focus on how empty he feels. ten years he'd been connected to his master, knowing one another body and mind and soul. ten years their bond had existed, and now-- and now--
he wants to scream. it's like a limb is missing, ripped away and bleeding, and it's all he can do to breathe, to move. he's not ready. he'd known he'd lose him eventually, but he'd thought-- he'd thought he'd have years, not like this. they were supposed to have a lifetime together.
he doesn't have the presence of mind to banish his armor for something less conspicuous. all he can think of is how desperately he needs to get away. he leaves the letters on his bed, stumbling away, all but fleeing the room as the void inside him shrieks its loss. he has no idea where he's going, only that he has to keep walking. he needs to walk until he finds the end of-- of whatever this is.
this is fate, surely, but it's a fate that he was woefully unprepared for. ]
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[It seems impersonal to call him that, but since the servant hasn't given him another name, it is what Diarmuid must use. He quickly reaches out to help the other servant sink to the floor and then kneels next to him, hand on his arm.
If Diarmuid's words had been like a blow to the chest for the other servant, the look that is now on his fellow Lancer's face is like a blow to Diarmuid's chest. He knows that look. He knows that lost, heartbroken, soul-shattered look. He's worn it himself.
It's love. More specifically...love lost.
While he cannot be sure without the other servant saying it, Diarmuid is almost positive now that this Lancer loved his version of Waver.]
We're going to fix the worlds. I promise. We will get him back for you. Just...don't give up before then. He wouldn't ever forgive you if you did.
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he clutches the other servant's arm, eyes wide and unseeing where they're fixed on the floor. ] We knew this would happen. [ it's faint, dazed. ] The Grail's curse would surely see to it. But not this soon. Not this soon.
[ he closes his eyes, draws a breath through his nose. he can't-- fall apart. not here, not like this, not in front of this servant. ] How? [ he finally lifts his head again, pale eyes sliding open. ] How can the worlds be repaired?
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I wish I could tell you we have a detailed plan as to how, but we don't.
[Diarmuid has a genuine look of regret in his eyes.]
We have been told by someone who we have no reason to distrust that there is a way. Unfortunately, we have been left to find that way. Every so often we find parts of this man's research and that helps us, but we have only just begun our work and so things are still somewhat chaotic.
Waver and I are working on part of that research. Once you are more settled, we would be honored to have you help us if you wish.
[Without really thinking about it, Diarmuid speaks of Waver's thoughts as if he knows what they will be. That is because he knows is friend well enough that he has no doubt Waver would want this man to help them once he knows what is going on. Of course, those who don't know how close the two are might wonder just how he can be so certain.]