and when you gaze long into an abyss...

[sageprincess]

Characters: Everyone!
Setting: Everywhere!
Format: Every format!
Summary: General mingle log for the first day of the Into An Abyss event.
Warnings: General Tower warning.

[Freak out, organize, stick your hand into the tear in reality on floor 23, etc.]

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SOB HE'S NOT IN A GOOD PLACE RIGHT NOW

[bashfulshifter]

[Oh no--now that wasn't something Rick was expecting to hear. It was an afterthought, hardly a concern, and yet--]

[He visibly balks, stammering in flustered confusion and embarrassment, before his face goes full red, he looks away, and falls silent.]

[There's a considerable pause.]

...I-I'm s-s-sorry...I-I-I d-d-didn't m-mean to... [How does he even explain himself? He can't, can he?] ...I-I'm j-j-just...a l-little, um...a-a-anxious...

A (DARK) KNIGHT IS MERCIFUL

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Again Lancelot waits patiently, his dark head tilted slightly as if in readiness to hear the younger man's answer.

Which he can hear is not all the Truth, but close enough to it.
Lancelot raises a hand, palm outward.]
I will beg your Pardon then, even though I meant you no Offense or Threat by my asking.
You need not apologize. I am aware that my appearance is somewhat-- forbidding.

[Seeming content with the exchange, Lancelot pauses a moment to unstrap a long knife from his belt, where it hangs with other similar weapons. He presents the knife to Rick by the blade, the handle towards his hand.]

Take this, then, as you are not wrong to be anxious.
My Master approaches and soon I must leave you here, but be of a Good Courage, whatever befall.

bless u lancelot

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick is about to launch himself into further apologies when--more surprises!--he's presented with a gift. He stares at the knife in befuddlement, unsure at first if he should accept it since...well for one he has no idea what to do with it, and second he doesn't deserve it, not after so egregiously misjudging the man's character. But refusing it might make him angry!]

[The dilemma plagues him for some time. Finally, the blonde man casts a cautious glance at Lancelot and, with considerable hesitation, accepts the hilt. The knife is weighed in his hands with a sort of awkward appreciation, confused and unsure but, ultimately, grateful.]

...I...I-I-I d-d-don't know w-what to s-say... [Rick looks back up with a warm, albeit befuddled, smile.] ...Th--Thank you. I'm...I c-can't...

[...No, he really doesn't know what to say to this. He trails off into silence.]

Ancient Tag: Feel Free to Ignore If You Wish!

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Lancelot's appraising eye does not take Rick for an expert knife-wielder--still the blade might well come in handy in other ways.]

It is well to be armed, even if you have no intent to fight, or little skill-- a weapon is as valuable as a talisman of courage as it is a killing-tool. Wear it well, Rick.

[Lancelot glances aside to watch the movements of a slight, dark-haired man aiding a small group of younger residents. The man is his Master, Kariya Matou.]

I will bid you Farewell, then-- though it is as like as not that we shall meet again.