towerofanimus | mages are bad swordsmen

Characters: Naoya and open
Setting: Floor 25
Format: Whichever.
Summary: Naoya got a sword, and is trying to remember how to use it properly. Unfortunately, physical skills are not so easily remembered.
Warnings: Naoya is probably only a danger to himself in this log, really. ~~At least he has a healing spell.~~

[Naoya - or rather, Cain - had used swords before. It wasn't an uncommon weapon through the years, and it wasn't always that he'd had relatively weak physical strength. In some lives, he'd been extremely physically strong.]

[However, this life - Naoya - is… less so. He's still strong, but when he lifts the arming sword he struggles slightly with the weight. He needs to practice, and the meadow has enough space to wave a sharp object around with a minimal risk of hurting someone other than himself.]

[Which is how he's come to be in the meadow, going through old drills. His movements are a mixture of various styles, but he's rusty with them. His movements, while quick, lack power. The weight of the blade is significant enough that he occasionally has to set it down and rub his wrists, which is a good time for anyone who's been watching to speak or be noticed.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Grainne's eyes flick to the motion and her eyes widen slightly. She's slightly unnerved at how quickly he knew who she was, though she hadn't been exactly secretive about her name or her status... but there's a number of Grainnes that she could be.]

Yes, that is... me, or was, once. You were a Master?

Here, I was. I am not from the world that has the Grail Wars. Still, I made a pact with a Servant here - Avenger, if you know of him. He's no longer here.

Oh... I-- what?

[Grainne has gotten used to the idea of the different worlds, with Second Magic being behind it, but she hasn't been aware of people from the outside being able to create contracts with the Servants. She knows it's possible for... them, but hadn't thought of it as a universal thing. ]

You were able to make a contract? I thought only a magus could do that. But then I shouldn't even exist without one... I suppose you must qualify...

[She's lost in her thoughts for a moment, before something he said registers.]

Avenger? That isn't a class I'm familiar with. I only know of the seven. I've heard of the other wars only vaguely... but I am from the Fourth.

I'm not sure which one he was from. But I do have magical power that can be drawn on - and so it seemed to sustain him just fine. I think he was not a 'regular' class, though I admit the Grail Wars of your world are something I'm not terribly familiar with.

I don't know very much, myself... and the more I find out, the worse everything gets.

You don't have to concern yourself with it here, at least.

I suppose not, but what can one do in fifty days of madness?

That depends on your outlook, now doesn't it?

[Picking at her dress, Grainne shifts her eyes to look at the flowers. Needless to say, hers is bleak. Even she knows this, but she refrains from saying anything. He hardly knows her, after all.]

Mm... that's as good a case as any. Outlooks have a way of changing suddenly.

They do. I, for one, have spent too many lives wallowing in self-pity and inaction. If we're to do anything, we need to prepare as much as we can. There's definitely going to be some sort of final event where all hell breaks loose. Even if our efforts end up being in vain... we can say that we did all we could.

[It's somewhat startling, and even a touch worrisome, that as Grainne thinks that over, she finds herself not caring overmuch what ends up happening.]

Did you make many friends here?

... I think so.

[The answer surprises him, now that he thinks about it.]

People who know who I am and who I was and don't treat me badly because of it. It's a rare thing.

Then that is something worth fighting for.

That's true. I wonder... what will you fight for?

[Grainne does try to think on the question, turning over the things she has seen and heard so far in the Tower. It's almost a minute before responds again, shrugging her shoulders.]

I don't have anything.

You think so? I'm sure you'll find something.

[Shaking her head, Grainne laughs softly.]

I had something until I came here.

And what was that? Just the Grail?

The Grail was only a means to an end. If there are other ways I would have taken another.

And what end did you wish to achieve?

I'm afraid I should not say right now. It's rather private.

Fair enough. There's still a chance to achieve it, as long as we restore our worlds.

No... unfortunately there's not. But it doesn't matter anymore. It's impossible to change the past.

But one can always find a future.

Even if you're dead?

[Grainne sounds confused, even slightly skeptical. True, she's technically dead already and had been brought back by the Grail to fight in the War, but even there she was a second away from being erased...]

(no subject)

crouching_sin - 2014-04-16 00:32 (UTC) - Expand

athousandcurses - 2014-04-16 00:47 (UTC) - Expand

crouching_sin - 2014-04-16 01:39 (UTC) - Expand

athousandcurses - 2014-04-16 01:42 (UTC) - Expand