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towerofanimus2013-09-25 04:38 pm
no_longer_a_king) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-25 04:38 pm
Entry tags:
ITP: Fallout
Characters: Saber Lily and you!
Setting: Floors 101, the cafeteria, and various.
Format: Prose to start. Will match the replies.
Summary: Arturia practices on Floor 101, tries to get lunch while avoiding bumping into "Shirou", and checks in with people she promised to check in with once her memory returned.
Warnings: None
Notes: Backdated to the 17th-20th, as I'd originally planned on adding event prompts, but they're turning out to be unnecessary.
[A: Floor 101; Hanging Gardens; Just chilling]
Arturia never really spent much time here before, but she figured now was as good a time to look through it as any other. While it was very beautiful, it never held much interest to her before. It was actually quite beautiful and if she stayed away from the edge she could almost imagine this was a normal floor.
For whatever amounted to normal in the Tower of Animus, at least.
Caliburn in hand, she swung it in a wide arc, going through the motions of old drills as she had done for hundreds of years. Now that her memory of her life was much clearer, that she'd had a period of time where she hadn't been on the verge of breaking, she felt almost invigorated. Being forced to remember as she had, while painful, had given her a new perspective on things. It still hurt, it still stung, and she still felt uncertain about the future, but there was a peace there she hadn't had before. A certainty that all she could do was move forward.
There were too many people who would be angry with her if she didn't at least try to use this period of freedom to her advantage. Now was the time to do so.
[B: Floor 1; Cafeteria; Lost]
It's strange how lost one can feel without their normal routine. For months, Arturia had gone downstairs to meet Shirou for lunch, then practiced for hours on end with him to help him improve with a sword. For months, she had enjoyed his cooking, spending time with him, getting to know him.
And now? Well, she avoids the kitchen lest it turn out that Avenger wearing Shirou's guise is there. Avoids their usual spots. She might have accepted the fact Shirou was no longer here and had never been here, but that made it no less painful, made her miss it no less. She avoided the usual places she and Shirou practiced in, avoided anywhere she could bump into Avenger disguised as Shirou for now. Part of her wondered if she should tell 'Shirou' the reason why or if it even mattered because it was not truly Shirou. That was a philosophical question she couldn't quite wrap her head around.
But avoiding the kitchen did not mean Arturia didn't need to eat. Not during a month when Riki gave them good food to eat and fine wine. The restaurant was out of the question as she did not want to risk what could be asked of her there, but she could wait until people usually were not eating and take her meal.
On this day she hadn't expected someone else to be in the kitchen and, to her embarrassment, she wound up nearly walking straight into them as they were exiting it.
"Ah, excuse me. I didn't mean to get into your way."
[C: Various; Meetings]
And then there were the people she promised to explain things to. People she sought out now that she knew the truth of Shirou and Avenger in order to tell them.
In a few cases, she would have to ask them why they kept certain things from her.
Setting: Floors 101, the cafeteria, and various.
Format: Prose to start. Will match the replies.
Summary: Arturia practices on Floor 101, tries to get lunch while avoiding bumping into "Shirou", and checks in with people she promised to check in with once her memory returned.
Warnings: None
Notes: Backdated to the 17th-20th, as I'd originally planned on adding event prompts, but they're turning out to be unnecessary.
[A: Floor 101; Hanging Gardens; Just chilling]
Arturia never really spent much time here before, but she figured now was as good a time to look through it as any other. While it was very beautiful, it never held much interest to her before. It was actually quite beautiful and if she stayed away from the edge she could almost imagine this was a normal floor.
For whatever amounted to normal in the Tower of Animus, at least.
Caliburn in hand, she swung it in a wide arc, going through the motions of old drills as she had done for hundreds of years. Now that her memory of her life was much clearer, that she'd had a period of time where she hadn't been on the verge of breaking, she felt almost invigorated. Being forced to remember as she had, while painful, had given her a new perspective on things. It still hurt, it still stung, and she still felt uncertain about the future, but there was a peace there she hadn't had before. A certainty that all she could do was move forward.
There were too many people who would be angry with her if she didn't at least try to use this period of freedom to her advantage. Now was the time to do so.
[B: Floor 1; Cafeteria; Lost]
It's strange how lost one can feel without their normal routine. For months, Arturia had gone downstairs to meet Shirou for lunch, then practiced for hours on end with him to help him improve with a sword. For months, she had enjoyed his cooking, spending time with him, getting to know him.
And now? Well, she avoids the kitchen lest it turn out that Avenger wearing Shirou's guise is there. Avoids their usual spots. She might have accepted the fact Shirou was no longer here and had never been here, but that made it no less painful, made her miss it no less. She avoided the usual places she and Shirou practiced in, avoided anywhere she could bump into Avenger disguised as Shirou for now. Part of her wondered if she should tell 'Shirou' the reason why or if it even mattered because it was not truly Shirou. That was a philosophical question she couldn't quite wrap her head around.
But avoiding the kitchen did not mean Arturia didn't need to eat. Not during a month when Riki gave them good food to eat and fine wine. The restaurant was out of the question as she did not want to risk what could be asked of her there, but she could wait until people usually were not eating and take her meal.
On this day she hadn't expected someone else to be in the kitchen and, to her embarrassment, she wound up nearly walking straight into them as they were exiting it.
"Ah, excuse me. I didn't mean to get into your way."
[C: Various; Meetings]
And then there were the people she promised to explain things to. People she sought out now that she knew the truth of Shirou and Avenger in order to tell them.
In a few cases, she would have to ask them why they kept certain things from her.
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Hello, Rick. How fare you?
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--Uh--w-well, I--I think!
[Okay, so there's a pretty bad gash under his arm and he should probably be in bed right now, but the man's gotta eat. Besides, it's not so bad if he's just standing around, like they are now.]
Just, ah...m-making s-s-some l-lunch is all. [A beat; he motions at the kitchen door he just exited.] --Did you w-w-want to--?
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[Her eyes stray to the gash on his arm and her brows knit in concern.]
Are you all right?
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...Y-Yeah! Yeah, I...j-just g-got into a b-b-bit of t-trouble a few n-nights a-ago. I'm f-fine, though. E-Everyone's fine.
[As far as he knew...Diarmuid got cut up as bad as he did, looked like, but the Servant is made of much tougher stuff than Rick is. He's trying not to worry about him too much.]
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[What had happened and just who were involved. This time Arturia lets her alarm show on her face.]
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Uh...y-yes. [He anxiously scratches the back of his head.] --N-Not a l-lot of--I m-mean--j-just the f-four of us. W-We're a-a-a-all o-okay.
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[Because he's only making her worry more.]
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[What a mess. Rick opens his mouth--shuts it again--raises a hand to gesture and ease himself into speaking.]
...I ah...s-s-stayed up l-late...in th--the l-labs. A-And then m-monsters.
[Oh my goodness, did the monsters happen.]
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And those with you were those guarding you, were they not? Are they all right?
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Y-Yeah, uh...D-Diarmuid t-took a bit of a b-beating, but...Waver did a g-good job h-healing him. He sh--should be f-fine.
[At least he looked that way the night of. Rick hoped he was still okay.]
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--S-S-Sorry, I--I d-d-didn't mean to m-make you w-w-worry--it was m-my fault.
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...S-So uh...you d-d-doing o-okay?
[Asking if "anything exciting happened recently" sounded like a good idea at first, but is maybe not the most appropriate thing to say in this kind of place. He holds back.]
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[Her eyes drift to the bandage again.]
You sure you will be all right, Rick?
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