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towerofanimus2013-10-09 09:05 pm
destructiveprinciple) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-09 09:05 pm
☠ 007 | here is no water but only rock
Characters: Avenger and OPEN to all.
Setting: Wildcard wanderings, the thirteenth floor, the seventy-seventh floor, the seventy-fourth floor and the hundred-and-one floor.
Format: Preference for action spam.
Summary: Aftermath regarding the regains from last month's event along with an open log for this month.
Warnings: lol Angra Mainyu (also nudity in one of the prompts)
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 13: CATHEDRAL ]
[ In the church, there's the usual silence—solitary and deepened by the evening's dimness—dust particles drifting in dim shafts of light.
And there's also a boy whose modesty is only preserved by his red mantle, seated on a front pew right near the altar with one tattooed leg crossed over the other leg, head tilted back to gaze up at the vaulted, airy ceiling and the faint murmuring of some invisible mass. He's quite obviously not here out of any reverence for religion. Avenger is quiet and his dark eyes are mildly discontented.
But what's actually strange about the scene is this; the Servant had a long, red cloth in his hands, the ends trailing carelessly down onto the floor. To whose with the capability to sense such things, there's a lingering touch of divinity in the fabric: a sigh that the useless shroud had once been holy, but was no more.
Avenger himself wasn't too sure what to... do with it. ??? ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 77: SAUNA (mixed entrance) ]
[ It's several days after the crowds have drained out of the bathhouse that. It's not so much Avenger gives a fuck about his personal hygiene and the fact he's starting to smell as it's that occasionally his desires are very simple ones, and today they happen to include a long hot bath.
He backs up, naked amidst the clouds of steam, before taking a running leap and doing a cannonball into the hot pool with a gleeful shout.
The sauna is nearly empty today so luckily there's nobody for him to inconsiderately splash in the face with a wave of hot water. ]
[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 74: CAVERN ]
[ After several days of forced abstinence from murder, Angra was feeling itchy for it again, needing something to sate his bloodlust. And hunting down the less powerful of the Tower-generated creatures was a superficial escape from boredom.
Therefore, one can find him fighting monsters and indulging in a bit of violence in the cavernous darkness of this floor.
There are one or two already-dead creatures nearby. He is, as the casual observer can notice, very untidy about his kills and delighted in mutilating them, always leaving a bloody mess behind him. ]
[ SCENARIO D || ANYWHERE IN THE TOWER: YOUR PICK]
[ Generally, Angra wanders through an assortment of floors at night (or during the day) and shows little concern for which ones he ends up on as long as they are neither overly threatening or extreme. It's entirely possible to cross paths with him at some point.
Though, that begs the question of why on earth are you choosing to strike up conversation anyway? ]
Setting: Wildcard wanderings, the thirteenth floor, the seventy-seventh floor, the seventy-fourth floor and the hundred-and-one floor.
Format: Preference for action spam.
Summary: Aftermath regarding the regains from last month's event along with an open log for this month.
Warnings: lol Angra Mainyu (also nudity in one of the prompts)
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 13: CATHEDRAL ]
[ In the church, there's the usual silence—solitary and deepened by the evening's dimness—dust particles drifting in dim shafts of light.
And there's also a boy whose modesty is only preserved by his red mantle, seated on a front pew right near the altar with one tattooed leg crossed over the other leg, head tilted back to gaze up at the vaulted, airy ceiling and the faint murmuring of some invisible mass. He's quite obviously not here out of any reverence for religion. Avenger is quiet and his dark eyes are mildly discontented.
But what's actually strange about the scene is this; the Servant had a long, red cloth in his hands, the ends trailing carelessly down onto the floor. To whose with the capability to sense such things, there's a lingering touch of divinity in the fabric: a sigh that the useless shroud had once been holy, but was no more.
Avenger himself wasn't too sure what to... do with it. ??? ]
[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 77: SAUNA (mixed entrance) ]
[ It's several days after the crowds have drained out of the bathhouse that. It's not so much Avenger gives a fuck about his personal hygiene and the fact he's starting to smell as it's that occasionally his desires are very simple ones, and today they happen to include a long hot bath.
He backs up, naked amidst the clouds of steam, before taking a running leap and doing a cannonball into the hot pool with a gleeful shout.
The sauna is nearly empty today so luckily there's nobody for him to inconsiderately splash in the face with a wave of hot water. ]
[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 74: CAVERN ]
[ After several days of forced abstinence from murder, Angra was feeling itchy for it again, needing something to sate his bloodlust. And hunting down the less powerful of the Tower-generated creatures was a superficial escape from boredom.
Therefore, one can find him fighting monsters and indulging in a bit of violence in the cavernous darkness of this floor.
There are one or two already-dead creatures nearby. He is, as the casual observer can notice, very untidy about his kills and delighted in mutilating them, always leaving a bloody mess behind him. ]
[ SCENARIO D || ANYWHERE IN THE TOWER: YOUR PICK]
[ Generally, Angra wanders through an assortment of floors at night (or during the day) and shows little concern for which ones he ends up on as long as they are neither overly threatening or extreme. It's entirely possible to cross paths with him at some point.
Though, that begs the question of why on earth are you choosing to strike up conversation anyway? ]
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Right. It's a. . . slight improvement, gives her a chance to rein in her embarrassment.
He idly ticks off things on his fingers, holding them up out of the steamy water. Sure, he finds sharing the bath with her annoying, but damn if he wouldn't wring some fun out of it anyway. ]
Hmm, dunno. Favorite card games, body counts, all-time greatest sport? The end of the world? C'mon, I don't have a clue what you'd like to talk 'bout.
[ As a sidenote, Avenger also knows nothing about card games that aren't meant for children. ]
....WTF is that icon? Bazett babying him? XD
[She and Archer had spent an hour trying to figure out if she could or not, seeing as the only materialization either of them could remember was simply appearing on battlefields.]
Favorite food?
[Arturia shifts a bit, eyes flicking over to her towel as she briefly tries to figure out how to reach it without showing too much of herself to Avenger. It will require her to stand up, after all.]
lmao Bazett grabbing his face and looking like she's strongly considering punching him, actually. |D
Yeah, unless you've got other ideas?
[ His tone could be mistaken for cordial, if you squinted and ignoring the mocking undercurrents. ]
Link me to the full pic?
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. . . Avenger didn't really have an preference for a specific food thing. At all. Though hamburgers were okay. ]
I don't have one.
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[Stupid questions. She knows they are stupid, but it's hard to think of anything intelligent to talk about when she's trying to figure out how to get out of here with her waning dignity in tact.]
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Oh, fine, be that way. I like naps. [ Basically, he likes being lazy. ]
[ And then he promptly turns the tables on her with a grin. ] Now, I don't think it'd be fair if you asked all the questions. Let's put the spotlight on you. What do ya' like besides food and sacrificing yourself for others?
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[It's an easy, simple thing to answer. A very strange conversation to have after everything that's happened and given who and what Avenger is, but it's simple. Easy. Surreal.
She settles a bit in the water. Video games are something she doesn't have to think much beyond the game with. Something that is of no consequence even when the game itself is filled with violence.]
I find I like fighters the best.
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[ If he thinks anything in particular of the strangeness or the surreality of this conversation, Avenger's face shows nothing of it outside of a casual impudence in his smile. He's not bothering to make this very hard.
He let his legs drift slowly under the water, digging his heels back onto the pool's floor if he started to slip back in; water makes its slippery to lean against the sides. ]
Those are the tournament round ones, right?
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[No more ridiculous than the Grail War, though.]
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Eheh. It's a game. In a lot of cases, a game doesn't need a good reason.
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They're a bunch of pixels on a flat screen, duh. 'course all they ever do is what the script tells 'em. Plus, if you screw around too much, all you have to do is hit the restart button and try again.