Tower Floor Guide

[oathshackledbird]

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[While seeming oddly distracted, there is a smile on Diarmuid's face when he addresses the Network.]

My thanks to all those who helped with making copies of the Tower Floor Guide in the library over the last few days. While I don't know how long the copies posted to the actual floors will last, hopefully we will more easily be able to keep copies in the libraries, cafeteria, and lounges so that when people need them, they can find them.  It probably goes without saying, but my thanks also goes out to those who have offered to watch and replenish the stacks should they get low.

As I mentioned in my last post, once the physical copies were made I wanted to put a copy of the guide onto the Network so that we have at least one permanent copy. That is what this post is for.

In the end, I decided to keep the presentation of the information simple so we could get in as much as possible. Anyone who looks over the guide and notices missing or incorrect information, please let me know by posting here.  Posts can be made anonymously since I know that the things these floors do to us are often very painful and personal in nature. I will update all information as soon as I can once it is posted.

Anyone who wishes to repost this information as new people arrive, please feel free to do so. I want it to be kept where as many people as possible can see it.  My thanks goes out to those who have volunteered to watch over this post to keep it from being tampered with.

Please feel free to contact me about the guide if there are any questions, comments, or concerns.  I can be reached through this post, my mailbox which is #0091, or by stopping by my room which is #4-16.

The Tower Floor Guide

(OOC:  As mentioned in his other post, if anyone has questions about what can and cannot be done with the guide, please see this OOC Post.  Because of events that will happen in game after this post, while I will be tagging responses right away, please consider none of them having ICly come until late on the 21st/early on the 22nd.  Thanks!)

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[puppy_lancer]

...If it was night, then we could go might monsters.

[He mutters, giving his brother a little squeeze.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid returns the squeeze before stepping back out of the hug.]

I don't know that I would want to hunt monsters right now anyway. They aren't that much of a challenge. Not like...

[He pauses a moment and looks over at his brother.]

Feel like a spar? You, me, and no holding back?

[puppy_lancer]

Whoa, really?

[His expression is half excited and half apprehensive. He does want to spar with his brother, but he's also afraid that he might go too far. Especially if he wasn't trying to hold back.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid is also apprehensive, but at the same time he knows they can handle each other. They are well matched and the spar would help them both feel better. Besides, it is best they give each other a few cuts or bruises as opposed to accidentally lashing out and hurting someone who isn't as strong as they are.]

I don't see why not.

[He smirks slightly.]

Unless you are afraid I will out fight you again...

[puppy_lancer]

...You're on!

[That little challenge is all he needs.]

Meet you at the meadow!

[And he's rushing toward the staircase.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs as his brother takes off, but very quickly follows him. In fact, he's caught up to him by the time they make the stairs, and Diarmuid can't stop himself from taunting his brother a little as he passes him by.]

Not if I beat you there first!

[Nothing wrong with a footrace to warm one up before a spar!]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer joins in his brother's laughter and speeds up just a little as he heads up the stairs. While he does want to beat Diarmuid, he has to save his energy for the actual spar.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid is thinking the same thing, so he doesn't press his speed up any farther than it already is. Besides, he had been planning on letting the other Lancer win anyway.

Perhaps it will lessen the blow when Diarmuid wins their spar.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer is in the lead as he steps onto the meadow floor. He turns and grins at his brother.]

Hurry up!

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs as he joins his brother on the floor.]

Are you really in such a hurry for me to beat you?

[puppy_lancer]

[He manifests Gae Bolg.]

I think you need to reverse that order. Are you being slow because you don't want me to beat you?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs and summons his own spear to hand.]

Hardly. If you are so confident...

[He makes a few leaps backward, settling into a comfortable fighting position farther into the meadow.]

Come.

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer needs no further invitation. He charges forward and thrusts, right at Diarmuid's chest. It might be a fatal blow to another Servant, but he knows that his brother can probably act fast enough to block his spear.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid is easily able to bring his spear up in time to block the thrust. He tries to use the momentum of his brother's attack to twist Gae Bolg out away from the other Lancer's body, leaving Cu Chulainn open for a quick follow up attack which comes in the form of him suddenly flipping his spear so that he can try to thrust the weighted end into his brother's knee.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer takes the blow to the knee. He winces, but doesn't stop or back away. His spear has now come up for a second thrust.]

[oathshackledbird]

[The fact that his brother not only takes the blow, but doesn't react to it at all startles Diarmuid. While he doesn't want to back off, that startled moment distracts him just long enough that he has to in order to avoid being hit by his brother's spear. He leaps back once to dodge the swing, but before he even really lands, he leaps back in at his brother.

Actually, the leap is over his brother, and once he hits the ground, Diarmuid moves in low at his brother swinging, again, at his legs with Gae Dearg.]

[puppy_lancer]

[When he senses Diarmuid landing behind him, Lancer halts his advance, spins on his heel, and swings his spear backwards in a slashing motion. He doesn't even aim. He's just trying to hit Diarmuid somewhere before Diarmuid's own attack can connect.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Since he is already low because he was aiming for his brother's legs, he drops lower to avoid the wild swing. However, that forces him to abandon his swing at Cu Chulainn's legs. Instead, as low as he is, he takes a chance and moves closer to his brother under the swing, his spear suddenly angled up at his the other servant's chest.]

[puppy_lancer]

[With his spear swung out too far to come back in time, Lancer has to flip backwards to avoid the attack.]

Not bad, brother.

[As he speaks, he starts giving off his killing intent. Maybe he's a little too into this match...]

[oathshackledbird]

Of course...do you really expect anything less from me?

[Diarmuid smirks at his brother. Perhaps he should be worried by the rise in his brother's killing intent, but instead of being worried, his own intent just rises to meet it. It's been a long time since he has been able to fight for real...

...and they both can handle it. They will know when to stop when that time comes. Of that he has no doubt.]

[puppy_lancer]

[There's no answer. Lancer has charged again, this time thrusting his spear at Diarmuid's face.]

Warning for blood/injury...

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid should have expected the sudden, aggressive charge. After all, they are something his brother does a lot--especially when he is caught up in a fight. However, a part of Diarmuid had been expecting this fight to go as their others had. Exchange, talk, reset and exchange again. It's a foolish mistake--one he would not normally make--and one that might be fatal if he doesn't move...now.

He's fast, but so is his brother and in the end, he can't completely dodge the charge. The best he can do is move so that the blow is glancing instead of full to the face.

Still, he can't help but gasp as he feels the blade of his brother's spear grind across his cheekbone as he's moving away. Once he has put some distance between them, his hand goes to his face, to cover the deep wound that is currently gushing blood.]

I'm not so sure that was the best way to go about ridding me of my curse, brother...

[So much for knowing when to stop.]

and now you get puppy eyes

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer goes pale and dematerializes his spear.]

B-brother? Are you alright?

[He cautiously takes a step forward.]

*pats* It's not your fault, Cu.

[oathshackledbird]

It missed my eye. Don't worry.

[Diarmuid hisses as he pulls his hand away from the wound. The bleeding doesn't seem to be slowing, which doesn't really surprise him since he knows head wounds bleed like crazy no matter how small--or large--they are.]

I won't lie. I can't say that I've missed the feel of a blade scraping across bone though...

Re: *pats* It's not your fault, Cu.

[puppy_lancer]

I'm sorry.

[Even as he apologizes, he has to let out a sigh of relief.]

Let me see the wound.