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towerofanimus2013-12-15 08:36 am
no_longer_a_king) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-15 08:36 am
ITP: Tears in reality
Characters: Arturia and OPEN
What: Arturia does her job pre-event and investigates Floor 23 mid-event. Further prompts to be added as the event progresses to avoid spamming the comm.
Where: Circus Floor and Floor 23.
Warnings: Clowns. Possibly other things that come up.
[A: FLOOR eighty; CIRCUS FLOOR; PRE-EVENT]
Two in the afternoon: Time to go to work. As embarrassing and boring as her assigned 'job' in the Tower was, it gave her something constant to do during the day. Busy as she was between the research, her maps, and training Shirou, it was somehow comforting to know she had somewhere to be during the day. Something she had to work her day around, even if in her mind it was entirely optional.
Now if only the ring leader would stop sounding so disappointed about her performance. What did he wish her to do: dance? Her job was simply to take this too-lacey umbrella from one post to the other on a tightrope, nothing else. For a being like her it was a simple matter, something that took less than a minute. The only reason she stayed longer than that was to ensure no one got too close to the clowns. No need for them to make jump ropes out of the audience's intestines, if they had an audience at all that night.
Anyone wishing to speak with her after her minute on the tightrope would find her patrolling just inside the audience's seating, Caliburn in hand, occasionally glaring at a few clowns who strayed too close.
[B: FLOOR 23; Elevators; EVENT]
There was no better chance to map this particular floor than right now, even if she knew she had to be quick about it. There was much to be done and now that Aria was out in the open. Many opportunities, but that would have to wait until Between knowing what they did about the collar fluid now and the fact the chipped units were making a safe house of sorts for them, it felt like things were about to come to a head. In a way they were, as the residents of the tower were surely about to actively oppose Jason.
What looked like a rip in reality itself in the floor did not bode well in any way. It was not too big, no, but there was definitely something trying to push through and for the life of her Arturia had no idea what. Some part of her was thinking Jason, but no. He would be too busy right now. So what was it in there and was it one of the many things they were supposedly being protected from?
Once she was done with a quick sketch of the floor and a few notes on the tear, she knelt down by it, studying it closer, Caliburn in one hand just in case. For all she knew the tear could give way at any moment and whatever was on the other side intended to tear everyone here into a fine paste. If such a thing happened, she needed to stall it for as long as possible.
But what could it possibly be?
What: Arturia does her job pre-event and investigates Floor 23 mid-event. Further prompts to be added as the event progresses to avoid spamming the comm.
Where: Circus Floor and Floor 23.
Warnings: Clowns. Possibly other things that come up.
[A: FLOOR eighty; CIRCUS FLOOR; PRE-EVENT]
Two in the afternoon: Time to go to work. As embarrassing and boring as her assigned 'job' in the Tower was, it gave her something constant to do during the day. Busy as she was between the research, her maps, and training Shirou, it was somehow comforting to know she had somewhere to be during the day. Something she had to work her day around, even if in her mind it was entirely optional.
Now if only the ring leader would stop sounding so disappointed about her performance. What did he wish her to do: dance? Her job was simply to take this too-lacey umbrella from one post to the other on a tightrope, nothing else. For a being like her it was a simple matter, something that took less than a minute. The only reason she stayed longer than that was to ensure no one got too close to the clowns. No need for them to make jump ropes out of the audience's intestines, if they had an audience at all that night.
Anyone wishing to speak with her after her minute on the tightrope would find her patrolling just inside the audience's seating, Caliburn in hand, occasionally glaring at a few clowns who strayed too close.
[B: FLOOR 23; Elevators; EVENT]
There was no better chance to map this particular floor than right now, even if she knew she had to be quick about it. There was much to be done and now that Aria was out in the open. Many opportunities, but that would have to wait until Between knowing what they did about the collar fluid now and the fact the chipped units were making a safe house of sorts for them, it felt like things were about to come to a head. In a way they were, as the residents of the tower were surely about to actively oppose Jason.
What looked like a rip in reality itself in the floor did not bode well in any way. It was not too big, no, but there was definitely something trying to push through and for the life of her Arturia had no idea what. Some part of her was thinking Jason, but no. He would be too busy right now. So what was it in there and was it one of the many things they were supposedly being protected from?
Once she was done with a quick sketch of the floor and a few notes on the tear, she knelt down by it, studying it closer, Caliburn in one hand just in case. For all she knew the tear could give way at any moment and whatever was on the other side intended to tear everyone here into a fine paste. If such a thing happened, she needed to stall it for as long as possible.
But what could it possibly be?
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[....she hasn't exactly done much in a heroic sense in her time ehre. Mostly keep to herself and aid others in their efforts. Never gone to do anything of her own volition. So why would she end up in a book of heroes?]
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[She had to at least know that Lancelot would have mentioned her, seriously.]
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Why would anyone mention me at all. It's not as if I have done much here.
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Oh, all right, he'll finish up some other time. She's obviously not in the mood.]