towerofanimus | Endgame: Gathered on This Beach of the Tumid River

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Endgame: Gathered on This Beach of the Tumid River

Characters: open
Setting: all around the Tower from the 25th of May to the 1st of June
Format: any
Summary: A general mingle for all characters throughout the Tower.
Warnings: Standard Animus warnings; please note anything specific in the subject headers of your threads

[The Tower is stagnant, the only signs of activity confined to the second block. There isn't much time left; it might be a good idea to rest and do whatever strikes your fancy before the timer hits zero.]

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Oh?

[Grainne smiles slightly, taking a step closer to him, then another.]

He has written down the name of every soul that was ever trapped here. Think of what this place is like, and what it would take to do that. Some of us, the ones used to war and fear, would balk at that dangerous work, and yet this small boy has accomplished that much. I think he has the courage of a great hero already.

[He laughs, peering at the few ripples in the pool that remain.]

Courage or foolishness -- a point that would have to be determined when they stand so close together, especially in a place where danger runs rampant.

Hmm... I can agree with that, knowing many fools who have lost their lives in acts of courage and many courageous men losing everything out of their own foolishness. Much like genius and madness...

[Her own eyes follow his line of sight, wondering what he found so fascinating about the pool.]

It could not hurt to acknowledge the boy's efforts though... does the distinction really matter when the end is so close?

[If he looked at the ripples long enough, he could almost imagine the falling feathers of Ayaka's magic. Darts made of black feathers, useless against Servants but still a sign of what made her intriguing beyond her looks.

Not many people would stand up against Servants as she did.]

That is an indulgence I choose not to spend on a child I have no interest in. But he undoubtedly stroked the egos of many with that book of his, and they will respond in kind.

I have noticed one thing about his book... it is a book made up of things other people have said about their heroes. The length of the pages and how people have responded...

[For once, Grainne's voice fades quietly into silence, not finishing her thought. What would the point be? Archer is as he is. She doubts one discussion with someone he hardly knows will give him anything to think about. Just like her discussions with Diarmuid will not change what he has decided.

And yet in her mind, there could not be two men who were more polar opposites.]

It is of no importance, I suppose... I will leave you to your thoughts now.

[He's not so drawn into his own thoughts not to notice the way that Grainne trails off. His brow is raised with interest as he glances over at her.]

I will be the judge of whether or not it will be of importance. Continue.

[Grainne pressed her lips together slightly, folding her arms.]

I was going to say that it seems the measure of how a hero has affected this place is by the length of the writing on their page, and how many people wrote about them. It is ironic of me... I have been feeling very determined lately that I have no use for heroes.

Obviously the status of "hero" is thrown around here without reservation, and the boy wished to be as inclusive as possible.

[He smirks as he makes a leap in logic.]

So is that the true reason you are here? To get away from anyone considered a hero?

And you would think the king of heroes would at least interest himself a little in the project to make sure it is done right.

[That may have been a tease, though she tilts her head at his next words seemingly in thought.]

Not precisely... if that were so, when you came by I would have simply shifted to spirit form and left by now. Just one or two in particular.

That project only showed another level of the boy's foolishness. I felt no need to do more where he was concerned.

[It was easy enough to dismiss the topic with a wave of his hand, finally turning away from the pool.]

Is that so? You seemed too busy falling into the water to shift to spirit form.

[That earns him a disgruntled huff.]

And that is what I get for only trying to move away from the edge. As much fun as it would be, I do not fly, like some of us.

Or walk on water, apparently.

[He smiles at her annoyance, reaching over with the intention to poke her cheek.]

I am cursed by the Sidhe, not blessed.

[That might have come out more sharply than she intended... still, she does not apologize for it. She makes no move to avoid his hand, just simply ignores it.]

Hm? Have the Sidhe followed you here?

[If he minds the sharp response, there is no indication on his face or in his voice.]

...

[She looks away, frowning, a hand picking at her dress.]

In a way. For whatever reason, I was given the guise of a bean sidhe.

[When Grainne looks away, Gilgamesh sidles a little closer and leans over to see if he can still see her face.]

Why do you look away?

Why not?

[It's a classic counterargument to 'why', but she looks back anyway, still frowning.]

One might ask why you are suddenly so close...

Because I want to be.

[As if mindful of how she had reacted before, he doesn't actually touch her this time; he instead angles himself so he can look at her while not moving more than necessary.]

One would say that looking away as you did shows you are ashamed.

This guise mocks me and my reasons for being a Servant. Ones I am no longer sure of. Does that explain it?

[She huffs again, wondering why they were even on this topic.]

Surely it can't be that interesting to you if I am.

You are a Caster. You cannot even do something about your own form?

[She seems surprised by this, biting her lower lip and making an annoyed sound.]

It never occurred to me. My form didn't seem quite nearly as important as keeping an eye on my Master and your friend's... and I... I'm rather limited in what I can do... he summoned me with chickens.

[Blame it on the chickens...]

[Gilgamesh laughs again, but there's a bewildered edge to it.]

Chickens?

[That was easily not the kind of excuse he had expected to hear.]

[Grainne stares at him for a moment before shrugging.]

He was a student.

He had no other methods for obtaining blood?

I did ask him once if there was nothing else to use... I think his response was something along the lines of not having enough blood to bleed out.

[The elderly couple that lived in the house they stayed at weren't too fond of those chickens, either. Imagine what they would do if they had a cow.]

I suggested a cow and he said there were limits to even what he could do. ...it's really quite strange as he was having beef nearly every time I turned around.

[Grainne... eating a cheap fast food hamburger once doesn't count... especially not as beef.]

Have you tried changing your form?

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