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towerofanimus2013-10-18 07:12 pm
looselips) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-18 07:12 pm
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Characters: Shinji Matou & OPEN
Setting: Floor 3 & Floor 83
Format: Brackets preferred
Summary: Browsing books and clothes.
Warnings: The clothes on Floor 83 are kind of gross, yo.
I. Floor 3
[It's not odd to see Shinji in the library. For whatever his faults, he's book smart and likes learning, and he doesn't usually do anything to draw attention to himself besides reading things that seem like they should be a bit too complex for his age. Today, however, he's conspicuously hidden, trying to obscure whatever he's looking at by surrounding himself with stacks of thick books discussing his usual interests.]
[The book he's paging through is nothing that should be illicit; it's a tome from the library in his own home, he realizes, old and tattered and filled with handwritten notes in handwriting that comes from several people. The oldest parts of the book are so faded that they're difficult to read. This is something he's wanted—something filled with information on old world magecraft from before the Great Collapse—and yet he finds himself embarrassed as he browses through it.]
[It's probably something to do with the fact that, as he browses through it, he pays more attention to the names and dates written inside it than he does anything else. Sure, he's never really known any family outside of his mom, but why should that matter?]
II. Floor 83
[It's been months since Shinji has arrived in the Tower, and he's a growing child. So, it's not really surprising that he's starting to outgrow his clothes.]
[Naturally, he hasn't actually brought the issue up to anyone, stubbornly trying be independent. So, presently, he's squinting suspiciously at the clothes on Floor 83. He has examined them, and they don't look like they're anything dangerous, but...]
[Eventually, he decides to take a chance. He tries on a pair of socks. What he expects, if anything, is to have the cloth try to bite his feet off, or maybe to constrict so violently that his bones are crushed. What he gets instead is the feeling of having inserted his foot into the body of a live bird.]
[Squawking in a far more literal sense than normal, he scrambles to tear them off his feet, half-intentionally hurling them away from himself as he does so.]
Setting: Floor 3 & Floor 83
Format: Brackets preferred
Summary: Browsing books and clothes.
Warnings: The clothes on Floor 83 are kind of gross, yo.
I. Floor 3
[It's not odd to see Shinji in the library. For whatever his faults, he's book smart and likes learning, and he doesn't usually do anything to draw attention to himself besides reading things that seem like they should be a bit too complex for his age. Today, however, he's conspicuously hidden, trying to obscure whatever he's looking at by surrounding himself with stacks of thick books discussing his usual interests.]
[The book he's paging through is nothing that should be illicit; it's a tome from the library in his own home, he realizes, old and tattered and filled with handwritten notes in handwriting that comes from several people. The oldest parts of the book are so faded that they're difficult to read. This is something he's wanted—something filled with information on old world magecraft from before the Great Collapse—and yet he finds himself embarrassed as he browses through it.]
[It's probably something to do with the fact that, as he browses through it, he pays more attention to the names and dates written inside it than he does anything else. Sure, he's never really known any family outside of his mom, but why should that matter?]
II. Floor 83
[It's been months since Shinji has arrived in the Tower, and he's a growing child. So, it's not really surprising that he's starting to outgrow his clothes.]
[Naturally, he hasn't actually brought the issue up to anyone, stubbornly trying be independent. So, presently, he's squinting suspiciously at the clothes on Floor 83. He has examined them, and they don't look like they're anything dangerous, but...]
[Eventually, he decides to take a chance. He tries on a pair of socks. What he expects, if anything, is to have the cloth try to bite his feet off, or maybe to constrict so violently that his bones are crushed. What he gets instead is the feeling of having inserted his foot into the body of a live bird.]
[Squawking in a far more literal sense than normal, he scrambles to tear them off his feet, half-intentionally hurling them away from himself as he does so.]
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Aye, you are your own Master, and your Archer is an-- independent-minded Servant. I do trust more to your instincts when alone than I do my own Master's, certainly.
May I ask your business with these books-- or is it some secret?
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[He says this as though thinking better of his decision-making abilities than Kariya's should be a given, but really, he's pleased to hear that, too—as he would be with any kind of praise.]
[At the question of the books, though, he shrugs a shoulder.]
I just felt like reading. [He hesitates for a moment, then, looking down at the tome in his hand. A finger runs along the outside edge of its cover.] One of them popped up in my trunk, so I figured I'd read it first.
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I have no wish to fall afoul of you, certainly-- so of that, I am glad.
[He regards the book in question with mild curiosity.]
Ah, I have not-- opened my trunk in some time. [It is usually full of sorrowful reminders of one sort or another. Any new addition is sure to be in a similar vein, or so Lancelot thinks.]
What is the subject of your Book, then?
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How do they differ then, these dead traditions?
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What you've heard about probably are those dead traditions. [As he speaks, he lets the book's cover fall open again and idly flicks through a couple of pages.] I think I'm the only one from my world that's here anymore.
[He falls quiet, and it seems to take him a moment to realize he hasn't really answered Lancelot's question.]
...Anyway, long story short, something called the Great Collapse happened. There's no mana left, so all this stuff— [he waves the book around, though not so roughly as to damage it] —is impossible.
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[It is rare to see Lancelot surprised, but he seems so now. Shinji has his full attention.]
No Mana-- and so, no Magic. But how can this be? What was it that brought about this Great Collapse?