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towerofanimus2013-09-16 10:56 am
gloryseizing) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-16 10:56 am
first chord: your messiah was never mine
Characters: Van Grants and you poor unfortunate souls.
Setting: The cafeteria, the library, and the cathedral.
Format: I am equally comfortable doing either. I'll start with prose but will follow the format you reply with.
Summary: The Tower has pulled in another arrival from Auldrant. He doesn't seem too upset about being here.
Warnings: It's Van. He won't be outwardly hostile unless you're part of the Abyss party or are hostile to him first, but he can escalate things very quickly if need be.
Floor 001 Cafeteria.
Some people pitch a fit when they see the oatmeal. Some put off eating for as long as they can. Van takes neither course of action and simply brings his bowl to a table, sits down, and begins eating.
It isn't very tasteful, but he has had far worse. Most importantly, it's sustenance.
If he is to undertake the task of familiarizing himself with the Tower, then he must have energy. That means he must eat.
He has no hint of the air of a frightened new arrival with him, though the oatmeal clearly marks him as new. He doesn't seem to opposed to company, either. He meets people's eyes as they walk through the cafeteria and acknowledges them with a nod.
(There is no point in being dismissive of these people just yet. He might find some use for them.)
Floor 003 Library.
He isn't sure what he expects when he steps off the staircase. On the one hand, their hosts claimed to have rescued them. Their library, then, may contain useful information.
On the other, if the letters are a lie and this isn't as it seems, he can be assured that he will find absolutely nothing that is worthy of his time here.
There is only one way to find out. He walks through the library, examining the spines of books on as many shelves as he can find. Occasionally he strokes his goatee in thought, as if imagining how he may use some meaningless information in one book to combine it with meaningless information in another to create something meaningful.
Floor 013 Cathedral.
This cathedral pales in comparison to Daath.
He is at the back of the cathedral now and he could almost swear that he hears mumbling, though the place seems mostly empty. It seems to be coming from the front, and so he walks to the altar. His frown, only slight at first, deepens when he reaches the head of the cathedral and everything is silent.
He retreats to the back and hears the mumbling again.
"How very curious..."
Setting: The cafeteria, the library, and the cathedral.
Format: I am equally comfortable doing either. I'll start with prose but will follow the format you reply with.
Summary: The Tower has pulled in another arrival from Auldrant. He doesn't seem too upset about being here.
Warnings: It's Van. He won't be outwardly hostile unless you're part of the Abyss party or are hostile to him first, but he can escalate things very quickly if need be.
Floor 001 Cafeteria.
Some people pitch a fit when they see the oatmeal. Some put off eating for as long as they can. Van takes neither course of action and simply brings his bowl to a table, sits down, and begins eating.
It isn't very tasteful, but he has had far worse. Most importantly, it's sustenance.
If he is to undertake the task of familiarizing himself with the Tower, then he must have energy. That means he must eat.
He has no hint of the air of a frightened new arrival with him, though the oatmeal clearly marks him as new. He doesn't seem to opposed to company, either. He meets people's eyes as they walk through the cafeteria and acknowledges them with a nod.
(There is no point in being dismissive of these people just yet. He might find some use for them.)
Floor 003 Library.
He isn't sure what he expects when he steps off the staircase. On the one hand, their hosts claimed to have rescued them. Their library, then, may contain useful information.
On the other, if the letters are a lie and this isn't as it seems, he can be assured that he will find absolutely nothing that is worthy of his time here.
There is only one way to find out. He walks through the library, examining the spines of books on as many shelves as he can find. Occasionally he strokes his goatee in thought, as if imagining how he may use some meaningless information in one book to combine it with meaningless information in another to create something meaningful.
Floor 013 Cathedral.
This cathedral pales in comparison to Daath.
He is at the back of the cathedral now and he could almost swear that he hears mumbling, though the place seems mostly empty. It seems to be coming from the front, and so he walks to the altar. His frown, only slight at first, deepens when he reaches the head of the cathedral and everything is silent.
He retreats to the back and hears the mumbling again.
"How very curious..."
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[It's a snap back, sarcastic and angry. Pure logic dictates that Van's plan to erase the Score by killing the originals means killing all the originals. The idea of taking themselves out in the end isn't even one Asch particularly minds - it's well within the bounds of his intentions now, if that is the only way to escape this place.]
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[The apple does not fall far from the tree. Luke was easily blinded by emotion; Asch is the same way, though he expresses it differently. It's a small wonder that Van didn't realize the similarities between them sooner. Not every original-replica pair could be like the Ions, he supposes.]
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...No, I don't think so.
[His voice is almost unexpectedly honest, though not without a hint of anger.]
If I regret anything, it's that I let my anger blind me to what you are for so long.
[The source of his suffering - it isn't his replica, the way Asch let himself believe for years because it was easy. It's the man in front of him.
Asch turns his back on Van and starts to leave.]