sarumi | Horror Tower: Floor 2!

[Despite having dashed off ahead of Yata, Diarmuid doesn't let himself get too separated from the boy. While there doesn't seem to be any dangers in the stairwells, he had no doubt that could change at any moment and it would be irresponsible of him to leave his ally unguarded no matter how skilled said ally is.

Once Yata makes it to the next floor he will find Diarmuid waiting by the door into the floor.]

Floor two.

[He winks at Yata.]

If I'm reading those tricky markings right...

[Yata doesn't realize he said something that, had he been in a bad mood, Diarmuid could have taken as an insult, so he's not going to apologize for making it seem Diarmuid was kinda dumb. But that's because he doesn't realize it...if he had he'd have apologized immediately. Luckily Diarmuid was taking it lightheartedly.]

Hey! You beat me!

[Yata's a skateboarder so he's used to being a bit faster than everyone else...how did Nii-san beat him again? ~~Probably because he's the big brother, not you, Yata~~]

[Diarmuid can't help but chuckle.]

I wouldn't be much of a Lancer if I hadn't. Speed and agility are what I do best. There are a great many ways I could have gone up those stairs, each faster than the other.

[That he had not just leapt from railing to railing or wall to wall was showing a fair amount of restraint on his part.]

Besides, you are fast on your skateboard. I don't know that skateboards work so well on staircases.

[Yata gets a little hufft here, but to Diarmuid it should look nothing more like the agitation of a small child. It might even be kind of cute. He's not really a sore loser, he just has a lot of pride.]

I'll beat you for sure next time, though...!

[However, something distracts him...]

I'm still not sure what a Lancer is I'm guessing it has something to do with your spears. I wanna be a Lancer too!

[Yata, please, that's not how it works...you have to die and be summoned...and you'd most likely be a Rider...calm down, kiddo...sorry, Diarmuid, he just really likes that red spear and thinks you're about the coolest thing since Mikoto Suoh.]

You are welcome to try.

[He smiles warmly at Yata, though the smile fades when the boy mentions wanting to be a Lancer.]

It is a class title, but it really doesn't matter. This...destiny isn't yours. You have your own path ahead of you. One that will be just as impressive seeming as mine someday. Don't give up on it so quickly.

[Diarmuid turns and raps a hand against the door to the next floor in an effort to change the topic.]

Ready to give this next floor a go?

[Yata pulls down his shirt to reveal his Homra tattoo. He can't remember

This mark is a symbol of my pride. I won't give up ever.

[Yata does look a little troubled at Diarmuid's fading smile. Apparently being a Lancer was something that bothered him. He'd have to make sure he didn't bring it up again.]

Yeab, let's go on to the second floor now...

A tattoo? If it is a symbol of your pride, I would guess from your king? Or at least someone in your clan...

[Diarmuid catches that troubled look and shakes his head.]

Being a Heroic Spirit is not bad itself. I am honored I was chosen for whatever reason. However, the war I was called into...

[He looks away from Yata for a moment, his eyes distant.]

It...was not as it seemed. None should have to suffer that. Hero or not.

[Yata's seen that jaded, "it's not as cool as you think it is" expression many times before. Hadn't he seen it on Saruhiko's face every time he'd come to the Homra bar long before he'd even realized what the expression was? In fact, Diarmuid's expression so closely resembled his former friend's at the moment, Yata had to literally bite his tongue to keep from saying "Ih cheer up, you fucking monkey..."]

Maybe I won't be a Lancer after all. I'm sorry about whatever war you got pulled into. I was in a big fight myself. One of our guys got murdered, and it was an important guy...we were all pissed...he shouldn't have died...

[Yata trails off here, turning his attention back to the door.]

[Diarmuid nods, letting the topic drop. It seems that they both have their share of tragic stories to tell which is sad to him because Yata is far too young in his mind to be carrying such troubles.

He shakes his head and moves again to the door, taking the door knob in his hand before looking back at Yata.]

Ready? After that last floor, who knows what might be waiting here...

[Yata nods, bracing himself. The first floor wasn't bad, but this felt all too much like one of those video games that Yata loved to play, where things just got harder the higher you go. That reminded him: Didn't video games also give you things you needed to beat the levels?]

Nii-san, do you wanna open the door, or should I?

I've got it. Just be ready for anything once I open the door.

[Diarmuid gives Yata a nod and then looks back at the door, pulling it open a moment later. However, what he sees is not anything like what he expected.]

Mirrors...

[They are everywhere and covering everything. Light scatters and refracts in every direction. He's hardly stepped into the room and he can see hundreds if not thousands of copies of himself reflected on their surfaces.]

What is this?

[Yata is thrown off by the mirrors. Even the ceiling and floors were basically a giant mirror! Well. at least they didn't appear to be those fun house type mirrors. Nothing was distorted but there were tons of mirrors and some of them were in a pattern that was most unnerving.]

I don't know...but I can't say that I like it...

[Yata thinks he saw a strange reflection in the corner of the room- something that looks like maybe a camera lens, but with all the mirrors, he doesn't trust it...]

I wonder what we have to do here? I'm guessing find the door, like last floor?

Finding the door is probably what we have to do, yes. So simple sounding, but I doubt there will be anything simple about this.

[Cautiously, Diarmuid fully enters the room. He remembers far too well how a seemingly safe room had become dangerous as soon as they both had entered last time. His eyes scan the room as he waits for Yata to enter.]

Try to stay close to me. I have a feeling it is going to be far too easy to get separated in this mess of reflections. That might actually be the point...

[His voice drops off as movement in one of the mirrors catches his eye, but it is gone as soon as he tries to focus on it.]

This is far too strange for my tastes.

Hmm...

[Diarmuid does have a point. It would be all too easy to get separated on this floor, and that getting separated could have bad consequences. Luckily, Yata has a simple solution to this that will work wonderfully unless monsters attack. The redhead simply reaches out and grabs Diarmuid's hand and held on to it tightly.]

S-sorry...but it's what Saruhiko and I did back in middle school when we'd go to the crowded shopping centers to look at games or see movies! I never got lost once...

[There's a faint blush in cheeks that has more to do with admitting childish behavior and less to do with physical contact.]

[Diarmuid looks down at their hands and laughs lightly.]

It seems the most practical solution, doesn't--

[His voice cuts off as he again notices movement in a mirror similar to what he had seen before. Of course, like before as soon as he tries to focus on it, the movement is gone.

But he could swear he was seeing butterflies...]

Shall we begin moving forward? The longer we dally here, the greater the chance is something will happen.

[Yata notices Diarmuid looking intently at the mirrors. He does continue moving forward, but finally pauses a moment in front of a mirror.]

You've noticed things in the mirror, too, haven't you? I know it might be a trick or trap...but I think we should look at these mirrors closer...

[Of course, Diarmuid does have a point in that by staying, they greatly increase the risk that something (the unknown was the most frightening part of it)could happen...]

[Diarmuid pulls back on Yata's hand when the boy gets to close to a mirror for his comfort.]

I have seen things, yes, though I am not sure what. I don't know how good an idea it is to study them either for it might trigger some kind of spell or trap as you suggest. If nothing else, I would advise against getting too close to them physically. Especially since it's obvious they aren't normal mirrors. They could break at a moment's notice and the shards would be deadly.

[Yata takes Diarmuid's advice but is still dead set on investigating the mirrors, if the way he's standing there obstinately is any indication.]

You're right...I don't think getting close to glass is the best idea, either. But...we can look, right?

[And that's when Yata hears a very familiar sounding voice calling his name with a slight chuckle. At least he thinks he hears it...maybe the trick of this room was hearing things?]

To be honest, I don't know if we should even look. I--

[Diarmuid's voice cuts off as he catches a bit more than before in a mirror down the hall from where they are standing. Not only does he feel like he should know that brief flash, but it doesn't help that he swears he feels butterfly wings fluttering against his cheek for a moment, their touch like the faintest of kisses.

Kisses that feel familiar.

Of course, there is nothing there when he lifts his hand to touch his cheek even if the faint touch seems to linger.]

There is something...messing with our senses here. Not just sight...everything.

I don't like this any more than you do, Nii-san but...

[There it is again. A voice...it's calling out to him...it sounded happy, cheerful even...

Yata-chan~ Look in the mirror~ Tell your friend to do the same~

That voice...that laugh...]

Look in the mirror Nii-chan!

[As soon as he says that, he can clearly see a figure in the mirror. An attractive blonde man about Yata's age is standing in the mirror with a friendly grin. He holds a camera and waves merrily in the glass.]

Nii-san, look!

[He tugs at Diarmuid, although getting his attention is probably unnecessary.]

Edited (typos and coding will be the death of me Im sorry for all the notifs) 2013-08-09 06:18 (UTC)

[As much as he wants to ignore what the mirrors are showing in case it is a trap of some kind, Diarmuid can't ignore Yata's reaction to who he sees there. He gives the reflection a look over before looking at Yata curiously.]

I take it that is someone you know? Someone from your world?

[Diarmuid catches movement out of the corner of his eyes, but he forces himself to ignore it and the brush he feels against his cheek in favor of figuring out what Yata is seeing first.

Though...ignoring gets much harder to do when he starts smelling a very familiar smell.

He swallows, closing his eyes to try and refocus himself.]

It's a trick. It can't be who you think it is...

[And that can't be who I think it is...]

[Yata couldn't believe it, but he was looking right at it. There he was...plain as day..Mr Totsuka!]

Mr. Totsuka! Tell him you're real! Show him!

[It's obvious Yata believes in the mirrors even though logic says he probably shouldn't...

Yata-chan, this place is dangerous for you and your friend. I really am Totsuka, but you shouldn't accept everything you see so easily...

Totsuka spoke gently but firmly. It was hard not to imagine a much older sibling or parent correcting a child on an easily avoidable mistake.]

...Oh. Sorry Nii-san, I should have listened...but I think this is real...

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It can't be. It can't be!

[Diarmuid steps back jerking his hand away from Yata and almost bumping into a mirror behind him. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and he's almost...shaking. His reaction isn't caused so much by the person Yata is seeing, but the suggestion that the person he thinks he's seeing and sensing is there.

It doesn't help when a hand breaks free of the mirror behind him and closes over his shoulder. The motion is meant to be comforting as is the voice that speaks next in musical tones. However, all either of them do is make Diarmuid freeze and the color drain from his face.]

He's right, my Little Bird. As impossible as it seems these mirrors act a portals between this place and others...

Don't call me that.... Please... Don't lie to me in that voice...

[Yata looks over at Diarmuid, obviously quite worried about his companion's reaction to what he's heard in the mirror room...]

Nii-san...I don't think this is a lie...calm down and tell me how you think this room feels...

[Yata had noticed it before. The unnerving atmosphere of the room had slowly been lifting ever sense Yata had taken Diarmuid's hand. The mirrors no longer seemed like ominous threats. The room had a peaceful air to it. Of course, it could be a lie but...

Yata-chan...I'm here to help you through this place. I can only help a little, though. I'm not as strong as King, and you know it...]

I think we have helpers, Nii-san!

[Yata's mood is uplifted quite a bit now, although he's still nervously watching Diarmuid...]

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[Diarmuid doesn't answer. He seems far too lost to his pain and denial to do so and his 'helper' realizes this, pulling himself completely free of the mirror to stand in the room with them. It seems to have taken quite a bit of effort for him to do it, but that tiredness lasts only a moment before vanishing.]

It is not his fault that he does not believe. He has been through much and by rights I should not be able to be away from the land I guard. Yet, I am...

[The man falls silent, moving to stand in front of Diarmuid and taking the Servant's head in his hands. The movement also gives Yata a clear look at him for the first time since he pulled himself fully from the mirror. If there are elves on Yata's world, many of the man's features would likely remind him of them--from the pointed ears and delicate features to the long robes he wears that obviously come from a different time. The man's hair is long and wavy, its light red-brown tone seeming to constantly shift as he moves.

The man begins to speak softly to Diarmuid, but the words will not be understandable to Yata as they are spoken in Ancient Gaelic. However, after several moments, Diarmuid will whisper one hope-filled word that is understandable.]

Father...

Horror Tower: Floor 2!

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