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kaisou2024-02-01 09:27 am
twofoldfury) wrote in kaisou2024-02-01 09:27 am
Entry tags:
2; take my love take all i am
WHO: Diarmuid and the Network (+one closed prompt)
WHERE: Libra app!
WHEN: Early 2/2
WHAT: Mr. Sleeping Beauty is awake after canon update.
WARNINGS: Discussion of death. Nasuverse bullshit. Loose drowning imagery as metaphor, will update as needed
[It began as a breeze.
A standard flow of wind, a light disturbance over the primordial sea of his consciousness. He took his leave of the line of loved ones seeking to give his Master the scolding he deserved, turned away from the Necromancer whose resolve matched his at least in their method of what should be done if Waver Velvet perished. Conflict loomed overhead. It would get worse before it got better. They would need the time to rest.
His encounter with Sola-Ui’s Lancer… with Fionn Mac Cumhaill, Counter Guardian Archer, the other Masters and Servants of the Fifth Holy Grail War, Pieces of fractured, hazy memories from a young mage’s past he couldn't put together at first.
The surge of magic that brought him as Saber into a new war. These memories were clear, they were recent.
Then he fell into the sea. Gusts grew, the ocean stirred and the clouds darkened like the opponent which hung over them.
There was a city.
He heard himself speak of an organization that needed change and an azure jewel he swore another oath upon. He saw a tall tower, and shared tales of the Fianna with a pirate. The wind and waves surged and lashed chaotically as though the sea god's wrath itself orchestrated it, with each wave crashing into him another rush of images. He gave compliments to an eclectic centaur man, greeted a Miqo'te woman in her home and read stories together. He fought by the side of an antiquarian to defend his home, by other residents to quell the threat of an ancient yokai.
He saw the pirate’s escape with another Master. He burned. He remembered a life coming to an end in his arms, his failure. A conflict there was no time for. A cabin, a library, past lives, a tale of looking Heavensward, Krusnik, a promise. The current pulled harder at him as he felt himself struggling to tread the water’s surface.
The surge of magic that brought him as Diarmuid into a new world. Lightning struck. Spouts of water rose into the clouds. The roar of the wind was like a mourning cry shouted into the storm of death.
He saw his nineteen year old Master make his oath as he faded with a smile. Two world-ending Noble Phantasms clashing. He saw sir Lancelot, Kayneth Archibald’s Berserker he felled. The King of Knights, Artoria, robbed of her will.
A tale shared of a star destined to burn bright but brief. A different star that even trapped in this maelstrom of memory he saw, clear as day and forced himself against the current to chase it.
He saw Irisviel– Kiritsugu Emiya's Archer Gilgamesh. A time before he was the Counter Guardian. Caster's abomination in the river, his lair’s destruction, Lancer's first admonishment of his Master. His Master's outbursts, his constant dismissal of his own talent, his insistence on being treated equally.
Waver.
The surge of magic that brought Lancer into a new chance. The typhoon took him, submerged him under the unforgiving sea.
He heard himself.
"I ask of you," I swear.
He saw a hand branded by a sigil of two wings surrounding a blade reaching out to him in the sea...
"Are you my Master?"
I'll do it right this time...
... and took it.]
[All Diarmuid felt was a pounding in his head. Like a cyclone had gone through and thrown everything every which way. Trying to open his eyes was a struggle he didn’t succeed in, the natural light far too bright for him to handle in this state.
He could organize nothing in his mind, save for one unconscious action.
Check his pulse. See if he is there.
The hand he didn’t know was being held was taken in a loose grip, thumb pressing against a scarred wrist he knew well. Still breathing, steady heart beating, warmth radiating. Good. He was...
He was...
Where was he?
He managed to force his eyes open, though with difficulty to find himself in an apartment far from where he last rested. Within the chaos of his mind, a few things fell into place as he pushed himself up on the bed and scanned the room. He knew where this was. He was here before.
"Kaisou".
And the first thing that locked his attention after that realization was the man sleeping beside him, whose wrist he checked for signs of life. It was somewhat quiet the way he called out, two names hovering over his mouth. The one voiced was a recent habit.]
Master...?
video; un: goldenrose
[Contrary to the past day, there’s a friendly face on the network this time.
Diarmuid is on video today looking somewhat disheveled with his hair laying half flat rather than fully pushed back with a loose braid tied on the left side. No worse for wear otherwise. He sounded groggy, fitting for a man who’d been sleeping for five days but somehow it managed to add to his natural charm.
This was not his preferred method to address the network by any means. He had reservations about his curse even on the best of days, but for now he would put some stock into the app users’ magic resistance. And the fact that magic would not work over a screen.
He looked apologetic, but still managed a bit of a smile.]
I seem to have caused some worry in the time I’ve been resting. Allow me to apologize for that, but as you can see I'm fully recovered, so to speak. [He tried to manage a laugh, but it just came out as a little huff.]
As Waver mentioned, Heroic Spirits such as myself aren’t supposed to remember their past summonings. I came to this world as "Lancer". I am entering it again as "Saber", and should not have remembered the former. [There’s a pause with a tangible sense of relief.]
Kaisou seems to have proven that theory wrong. I remember my most of time as both and my time spent here… however my memories are in flux. There’s much I recall loosely, but more that I'll need a refresher on. If anyone is willing to lend me their assistance on that front, or tell me what I've missed in the time I've been asleep, I would appreciate it.
And, if I may speak more personally. I'd like to thank every one of you who worried for both myself and Waver. [Whether he was Lancer or Saber, he certainly was the same Diarmuid ua Duibhne.]
WHERE: Libra app!
WHEN: Early 2/2
WHAT: Mr. Sleeping Beauty is awake after canon update.
WARNINGS: Discussion of death. Nasuverse bullshit. Loose drowning imagery as metaphor, will update as needed
closed to waver: grant me a single wish
[It began as a breeze.
A standard flow of wind, a light disturbance over the primordial sea of his consciousness. He took his leave of the line of loved ones seeking to give his Master the scolding he deserved, turned away from the Necromancer whose resolve matched his at least in their method of what should be done if Waver Velvet perished. Conflict loomed overhead. It would get worse before it got better. They would need the time to rest.
His encounter with Sola-Ui’s Lancer… with Fionn Mac Cumhaill, Counter Guardian Archer, the other Masters and Servants of the Fifth Holy Grail War, Pieces of fractured, hazy memories from a young mage’s past he couldn't put together at first.
The surge of magic that brought him as Saber into a new war. These memories were clear, they were recent.
Then he fell into the sea. Gusts grew, the ocean stirred and the clouds darkened like the opponent which hung over them.
There was a city.
He heard himself speak of an organization that needed change and an azure jewel he swore another oath upon. He saw a tall tower, and shared tales of the Fianna with a pirate. The wind and waves surged and lashed chaotically as though the sea god's wrath itself orchestrated it, with each wave crashing into him another rush of images. He gave compliments to an eclectic centaur man, greeted a Miqo'te woman in her home and read stories together. He fought by the side of an antiquarian to defend his home, by other residents to quell the threat of an ancient yokai.
He saw the pirate’s escape with another Master. He burned. He remembered a life coming to an end in his arms, his failure. A conflict there was no time for. A cabin, a library, past lives, a tale of looking Heavensward, Krusnik, a promise. The current pulled harder at him as he felt himself struggling to tread the water’s surface.
The surge of magic that brought him as Diarmuid into a new world. Lightning struck. Spouts of water rose into the clouds. The roar of the wind was like a mourning cry shouted into the storm of death.
He saw his nineteen year old Master make his oath as he faded with a smile. Two world-ending Noble Phantasms clashing. He saw sir Lancelot, Kayneth Archibald’s Berserker he felled. The King of Knights, Artoria, robbed of her will.
A tale shared of a star destined to burn bright but brief. A different star that even trapped in this maelstrom of memory he saw, clear as day and forced himself against the current to chase it.
He saw Irisviel– Kiritsugu Emiya's Archer Gilgamesh. A time before he was the Counter Guardian. Caster's abomination in the river, his lair’s destruction, Lancer's first admonishment of his Master. His Master's outbursts, his constant dismissal of his own talent, his insistence on being treated equally.
Waver.
The surge of magic that brought Lancer into a new chance. The typhoon took him, submerged him under the unforgiving sea.
He heard himself.
"I ask of you," I swear.
He saw a hand branded by a sigil of two wings surrounding a blade reaching out to him in the sea...
"Are you my Master?"
I'll do it right this time...
... and took it.]
[All Diarmuid felt was a pounding in his head. Like a cyclone had gone through and thrown everything every which way. Trying to open his eyes was a struggle he didn’t succeed in, the natural light far too bright for him to handle in this state.
He could organize nothing in his mind, save for one unconscious action.
Check his pulse. See if he is there.
The hand he didn’t know was being held was taken in a loose grip, thumb pressing against a scarred wrist he knew well. Still breathing, steady heart beating, warmth radiating. Good. He was...
He was...
Where was he?
He managed to force his eyes open, though with difficulty to find himself in an apartment far from where he last rested. Within the chaos of his mind, a few things fell into place as he pushed himself up on the bed and scanned the room. He knew where this was. He was here before.
"Kaisou".
And the first thing that locked his attention after that realization was the man sleeping beside him, whose wrist he checked for signs of life. It was somewhat quiet the way he called out, two names hovering over his mouth. The one voiced was a recent habit.]
Master...?
video; un: goldenrose
[Contrary to the past day, there’s a friendly face on the network this time.
Diarmuid is on video today looking somewhat disheveled with his hair laying half flat rather than fully pushed back with a loose braid tied on the left side. No worse for wear otherwise. He sounded groggy, fitting for a man who’d been sleeping for five days but somehow it managed to add to his natural charm.
This was not his preferred method to address the network by any means. He had reservations about his curse even on the best of days, but for now he would put some stock into the app users’ magic resistance. And the fact that magic would not work over a screen.
He looked apologetic, but still managed a bit of a smile.]
I seem to have caused some worry in the time I’ve been resting. Allow me to apologize for that, but as you can see I'm fully recovered, so to speak. [He tried to manage a laugh, but it just came out as a little huff.]
As Waver mentioned, Heroic Spirits such as myself aren’t supposed to remember their past summonings. I came to this world as "Lancer". I am entering it again as "Saber", and should not have remembered the former. [There’s a pause with a tangible sense of relief.]
Kaisou seems to have proven that theory wrong. I remember my most of time as both and my time spent here… however my memories are in flux. There’s much I recall loosely, but more that I'll need a refresher on. If anyone is willing to lend me their assistance on that front, or tell me what I've missed in the time I've been asleep, I would appreciate it.
And, if I may speak more personally. I'd like to thank every one of you who worried for both myself and Waver. [Whether he was Lancer or Saber, he certainly was the same Diarmuid ua Duibhne.]