ITP: Elevators

[no_longer_a_king]

[Arturia had been among those in the elevator the previous night. Not that she remembers much of it aside from a loud noise and then.... something strange. When she had finally been allowed to move the next day--after the Glamour briefly glitched and she had the curious sight of floating within a pod of violet fluid, unable to move whatsoever--she had checked the Network and seen the bombing.

Arturia is not the best at being sneaky about things. She knows this. But this Tower changes people and she has resigned herself to the fact she cannot be honorable all the time. She no longer sees herself as a proper knight, no matter how she tries.

So she takes a page out of Archer's book, collects her papers and pens for mapping the Tower, and spends the morning mapping things out. When she reaches the medical clinic, she stands outside it, looking thoughtful. Then heads inside. Once there she asks aloud if there had been anything strange about her collar checkup on the third, as her recent resurrection had been unusual. The units do not answer, but Arturia scribbles down a message for R-037 and hands it over.

"Was it your group?"

The reply that is written is:

"It wasn't my group. I don't know WHAT that was."

Arturia asks a few more questions out loud, receives no vocal answer, then feigns a sigh and apologizes for wasting their time. They have duties to attend to after all.

To complete the deception, because she knows the Administrators' are listening, she spends another half hour pretending to try and map out the Tower some more, only to be distracted. Then she goes to one of the terminals on the media floor and makes a post:]

[Text]
To anyone who has died withing the Tower, has anything strange happened when you are brought back lately?

[Some part of her wonders what Archer would think if he knew about this little ploy of hers.]

Comments

[no_longer_a_king]

So it's the things we've learned in the Tower?

[Her other self, swimming, Shirou, Veigar?

Her memory has been sketchy since she came here, something she had assumed was related to simply how long she had been alive. But now?

....what if that wasn't it at all?]

[savedbyasong]

At first yes, and then I began forgetting things about my life before. They seem to be larger more important memories each time.

[no_longer_a_king]

....how many times have you died? When did this start?

[She's doing her best to hide her alarm, the only sign being how her posture gets just a little stiffer as they speak.]

[savedbyasong]

Eighteen, the memory loss started the fourteenth time that I died.

[no_longer_a_king]

I'll keep that in mind, then. Thank you for informing me. No one has ever said anything like this to me before.

[Then again, she tends to keep to herself.

Still.... that means she has six or seven deaths to go before she begins to lose herself.

Better make those deaths count.]

[savedbyasong]

You're welcome. I haven't heard of anyone else who has experienced it, so perhaps no one else has died fourteen times... [Though that is a little worrying, not that he wished more deaths on people...]