20 September 2013 @ 02:07 am
So I hear tell about some pretty interesting people around here- namely, all you 'Servants' or Heroic Spirits or whatever.

[She leans forward, chin in her hands, and taps her fingers against her cheeks.]

You guys have got to tell me some stories. Being all legendary has to make for some interesting stuff to share.

[She makes a slight face.]

It'll sure beat waiting for terrible stuff to happen at least, right?

[You can all blame Archer and Lancer.]

[ooc: this post is in the afternoon after this log.]
02 June 2013 @ 09:30 pm
*It's a recorded video. Enoch stands before the terminal. He eyes the screen before taking a breath and beginning to speak.*

Shall I tell you a tale, Animus?

In another world, there was a dark and foreboding tower with no name, ruled by seven Fallen Angels. Heaven sent a man to capture these rulers, but in the three hundred years this man searched for them, the Tower built its own story. Inside the Tower, people thrived, and enjoyed a life of luxury and abundance in beautiful, otherworldly lands. Each level was as its own world, and had beauty all its own. Even the land of cold steel and eternal lights was breathtaking in an eerie way. But all was not as wonderful as it seemed. The people lived luxurious lives surrounded by beauty and wonders, yes, but when they died, their souls did not ascend to Heaven. They were taken from their rightful course and sent to The Darkness, to sate the gluttony of the demon prince Belial. No one seemed to know this but Belial himself and a resident of the Tower named Ishtar. Ishtar heard the voice of God, and knew that the Fallen Angels were not to be trusted - she gathered followers. It meant severing their connection to the safe and the familiar, to spurn the luxury of trust and plenty and ease of life. It meant turning their rulers against them. But...

*Enoch pulls something from his pocket - something small. Those who look hard enough might be able to catch a faint green glow before he closes his fingers around it, and a strong female voice speaks.*

They became the Freemen. The Fallen Angels became angry and rebuked us. I knew then that God's Word was true.

*Enoch's fist lowers, and he continues.*

But the Freemen knew the truth. Ishtar died in battle against the children of the Fallen Angels, who were in such misery they ate one another to end their brothers' pain. But she left behind prophecies. Messages that outlived her, to aid the Freemen that had sworn to follow her. The prophecies promised Ishtar would return to save them, but until then, they had to work hard to survive when those who were as gods in the realm were against them. And then, when the time came, they surely would not stand by while the resurrected Ishtar fought alone.

That is the story of the Freemen, a story that I did not know of until my own intersected it. Do not forget, Animus, that there are always stories other than your own. Thank you for hearing me.

*The recording ends, showing Enoch sitting at the terminal, feed live to hear responses.*
01 May 2013 @ 10:06 am

[Lancer takes a deep breath before speaking.]

So I'm gonna be throwing my brother a birthday party. Who wants to come? And do any of you know what people do for birthday parties in this day and age?

[A pause.]

Oh yeah, Archer, stay away from the party if you know what's good for you.
19 April 2013 @ 08:29 pm
[Lancer looks outright haggard as he appears on the feed. However, he at least has his normal form back.]

Master. Brother. I'm okay now.

[And then he shuts off the feet.]
28 March 2013 @ 12:28 am
[ Greetings people of the tower, have the King of Evil who cursed the tower this month appear on the terminals, for the first time in over six months. He looks fairly neutral, with a very light smile. ]

So long as it been since I last posted here, and yet I see nothing changed. The same cycle has been repeating over and over again, both here and where we come from. Higher powers play with those they see as inferior... Cruel and pointless games meant to satisfy their own amusement. From the tortured crowds sometimes a voice arise, then many--

But at the first bone tossed their way, the mindless masses go back in rank behind the higher powers they chose to venerate as deities. At the first occasion to forget, they chose blissful ignorance. Yes... In the end, complacency reigns. People always return to their meaningless preoccupations and lose of sight what should matter most.

[ He pauses and shakes his head in disapproval before continuing. ]

Have voice even been heard in this tower? Many entertained -and without a doubt still do- the idea that following certain golden haired women would bring them what they longed for. Yet, nothing happened. All they did was replace a deplorable situation with another, build a false hope they could comfort themselves with. All they did was turn a blind eye on reality.

Not a voice arise to stand against the status quo. [A very short and deep chuckle.] How pathetic. Tell me, Tower of Animus, do you not believe time has come for you to awaken and bring about an end to this?
01 March 2013 @ 05:14 pm
[The Cu Chulainn that appears in the feed is a far cry from his normal, cheerful self. His hair looks even more disheveled than it usually is. His eyes have narrowed into slits and vein are popping all over his face. And his spear is out for all to see.]


[He screams into the monitor, slamming his fist down on the keyboard and shaking the entire terminal.]


[He takes a deep breath before he screams again.]


[He knows. He knows that these are usually indicators that people had left the Tower for good. But he doesn't want to admit it. If he does, it means he's failed his Master again...]
07 February 2013 @ 12:52 am

[ As is usual for Data, his message is simultaneously sent in both video and text formats. ]

There has been a weeding recently and in one week is an event known as "Saint Valentine's Day", a holiday associated with romantic love. It is an occasion in which lovers express their love for each other in a special manner, most often depending on their culture and past.

But what is love? How would you define that feeling? I have been told about love before, but it is a most... complicated emotion and no explanation I have heard truly conveyed an understanding of the feeling.
05 February 2013 @ 11:51 am
[The fatigue and the feeling of unease from after Lancer woke up following his death on the circus floor hadn't gone away with time. If anything, he just felt even worse. In addition, his feet felt strangely hard and heavy, a feeling that progressed as the day dragged on. Trying to eat and drink, if only to taste strange new foods for this month's menu outright burned his mouth. At this point, he could only conclude something was very wrong.]

[However, as a Servant, he wasn't supposed to be vulnerable to human diseases. This narrowed the cause of his current conditon to either an effect of the Tower's experiment for the month, or the effect of some curse. He just had to figure out which one.]

does anyone else in this tower feel like shit
like, kinda sick
always tired
legs sorta heavy
eating or drinking burns your mouth
anyone getting these effects?
21 January 2013 @ 05:14 pm
During the past week, when we were thinking differently, I told some people that I have a wife and children.

That isn't true, and I didn't mean to mislead anyone. I've never married, and I have no children. My apologies.

–Kariya Matou
21 January 2013 @ 11:00 am
[Lancer is slowly getting better at this network thing, though he still doesn't know how to do anything fancy with it and doesn't really like it.  He would much rather be talking to people face to face, but he knows in this case, that is just not a feasible option.  Not if he wants to find what he's looking for in an acceptable amount of time.

The face that greats the network this afternoon is somewhat pale and uncertain, though very focused on his task.

Forgive my intrusion, but I was wondering if I could ask for some assistance from the residents here.  After last week's experiment, I would like to try and find a few things to gift to others.  I arrived shortly before the experiment started and so, I'm afraid I don't really know where to start looking for these things.

Specifically what I'm looking for are things related to tea and serving it, but I'm open to other suggestions if you have them.  I don't have a whole lot since I'm new, but I am a skilled fighter among other things and very willing to offer my services in trade for any assistance I receive.

I thank you all in advance for your help.  It is greatly appreciated.


(OOC:  This post is open to anyone who would actually like to help Lancer with his task, but also to people whose characters would like to troll, hurt, or otherwise take advantage of this poor sap who apparently still hasn't learned his lesson about being so trusting.)

01 January 2013 @ 02:20 pm
[Lancer had some reservations about making anything for the administrators after hearing about the month with the infighting, but he had promised to get something for Ruana and Dax. Even if he wasn't sure how he felt about them, a promise was still a promise.]

[So he had made something for them for New Year's day. And then gotten something back. Restaurant tickets. From Riki. Who served poison fish once.]

[He spends an hour or so just staring at them and wondering if it's a trap. Then, he decides to try and figure out what he wants to do with them.]

So, what's the restaurant here like
is it any good
if, say, someone gets his hands on a free coupon for it, what's he supposed to do?
29 November 2012 @ 05:46 pm
Well, everything's back to normal, or what passes for it around here. Isn't that right? So I've got a question.

Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't usually care much what others think. The only one worth listening to now is myself. But some of you guys have been here a lot longer than me, so I thought I'd ask.

What do you make of the claims about the destruction of the worlds?

That's quite a subject, I know. Feel free to take your time in answering.
23 November 2012 @ 06:00 pm
[For the most part, Lancer had been avoiding the comms. He knew where to find his friends and Master in person. The language barrier wasn't that much of a problem because both he and Ayaka spoke Japanese, and most of the other Servants should be speaking it too unless they had been caught up in the language switching.]

[However, right now, there was something he really wanted to ask the tower at large. That is, something besides whether or not he could still communicate with his fellow Servants. That morning, he had found a stack of papers in his room. Papers that told him he was now a janitor. He's not quite sure what it means.]

[So now he's standing at a console, papers in hand. He also has a pen which he snatched from one of his roommates, just in case he ran into someone who didn't speak the same languages that he did. He speaks in English first, as slowly and clearly as he can.]

Hey, my name is Lancer. How many of you can still understand me? How many of my kind can still understand me? If you understand what I am saying, contact me back, maybe with video. I have a question I want to ask.

[He repeats the words in Japanese, and then Gaelic on the off-chance that someone can speak that.]
21 September 2012 @ 02:46 pm

[Lancer doesn't care that it's anon. His vision is blinking in and out. It's hard enough to type as is. And videos and voices were out of the question. He was coughing too hard to say anything coherent]

This is Lancer. I've got a confession to make. Haha. Confession. I'm in a Cathedral. Get it? Anyway, if you ran into a blonde girl in armor calling herself Ruler or Jeanne the last few days, it's probably me. If she flirted with you, then it was mostly likely me. If she made out or groped you, then it was definitely me. I got changed into her body and I've been there a couple of days now.

Forgive me, everyone, for doing such things to you.

Forgive me, Ruler, for my crime against you.

Forgive me, God, for Sinning.

Ruler, please be alright. Even if my form is a sinful one compared to your own, it would be best if you could live in it. You are a good person, an important one, and a better hero than I could ever be. I am sure that God will protect you.

[He feels like dying, and at this point, he can't tell which memories are his anymore. So he just wants to get this out while he still can.]

Can you...pray for me?
14 September 2012 @ 07:18 pm
Cut for length )

[His words come out as a whisper.]

What the fuck is the fifth floor all about?

[It seems obvious enough, but it could possibly be an illusion. He hopes that the other tower residents could confirm this guess.]