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mayfield_rpg2012-05-12 10:19 am
afieldofswords) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-12 10:19 am
Entry tags:
imitation/fake 01
[Morning - 768 Bunker Street - Action/Phone]
[Out of one hell, into another. The last memory Archer had was fading away at the end of the Grail War and hearing Rin promise not to let his past self follow the same road he did. He smiled at her and spoke with his old voice, then faded away. It was a nice, hopeful memory. But that was the first thing that was wrong as Archer slowly came into consciousness...he shouldn't have been able to remember that so vividly if he had truly resumed his role.
Shouldn't in a flesh and blood body, either.
Or in a bed.
Or in really, really terrible nightwear.
Archer's good at hiding how he feels about things, so while he looked like someone had only stepped on his toe, Archer was rapidly trying to piece together where the hell he was and why he had somehow been demoted from Counter Guardian to some random person in a suit. Once the initial confusion wears off, he eventually finds his way over to the phone and makes use of it.]
Alright. I'll bite. Where is this, when is it, and why am I here?
[The very blunt way of asking this did a poor job of masking both the head-spinning confusion of suddenly being human again and the irritation he had apparently entered the bizarro world of the 1950s.
Boy was he in for a few unpleasant surprises.]
[Out of one hell, into another. The last memory Archer had was fading away at the end of the Grail War and hearing Rin promise not to let his past self follow the same road he did. He smiled at her and spoke with his old voice, then faded away. It was a nice, hopeful memory. But that was the first thing that was wrong as Archer slowly came into consciousness...he shouldn't have been able to remember that so vividly if he had truly resumed his role.
Shouldn't in a flesh and blood body, either.
Or in a bed.
Or in really, really terrible nightwear.
Archer's good at hiding how he feels about things, so while he looked like someone had only stepped on his toe, Archer was rapidly trying to piece together where the hell he was and why he had somehow been demoted from Counter Guardian to some random person in a suit. Once the initial confusion wears off, he eventually finds his way over to the phone and makes use of it.]
Alright. I'll bite. Where is this, when is it, and why am I here?
[The very blunt way of asking this did a poor job of masking both the head-spinning confusion of suddenly being human again and the irritation he had apparently entered the bizarro world of the 1950s.
Boy was he in for a few unpleasant surprises.]