First Person: [ The view, when the feed steadies, is of the darkened streets spread out before the camera from somewhere impressively high up in the city, and judging from the way he handles the device, the person toying with the pocketwatch camera has no real idea of how to work it beyond turning the feed on and pressing the buttons; the video keeps flickering on and off erratically from the video option to the voice function to text and back again to video.
Or maybe he's just messing around with it for kicks. It's hard to tell.
Whose who aren't deterred by the rapid changes may catch glimpses of ragged, red cloth and dark hazel eyes. Since this is a purely video recording, the aura of palpable darkness and corruption that rolls off him isn't noticeable thankfully. Then the pocketwatch is set down on the ground and aside from the occasional noises of rustling, like fabric shifting and footsteps, Avenger is silent and isn't visible in the feed. The viewers instead get treated to the sight of the starry night sky, a blanket of stars spiraling across the fading black in the meantime. The watery light at the edges of the horizon indicates dawn is fast approaching.
Apparently he's got a little bored with the technology and wanders off to toe and peer over the edge of the building he's on. Eventually, a snatch of his voice drifts back to the recording. ]
—... isn't Fuyuki City?
[ It sounds like he's talking to himself more than anything. Soon, a hand reaches down and unintentionally covers up the camera as he picks up the pocketwatch again. Guess Avenger thinks it's worth another attempt. The feed cuts off, leaving only the sound still recording as he fiddles with it aimlessly, his brow furrowing slightly. ]
Alright... uh, wait. Okay, if I—
[ A few moments pass before there's a bit of a clatter and then we have the video recording back! And casually seated on the edge of one of the buildings, we have the newcomer to this fair city. Unruly black hair, an obstinate facial expression, and more noticeable of all, almost every inch of dark skin inscribed with savage glyphs. He has a very important question to ask; ]
Hey, somebody tell me what the date is?
[ Avenger, it's too fucking early for this, goddamn. ]
Third Person: This isn't the void, ■■ thought in bewilderment.
It's the first intellectual thought he's had in a long time—or maybe it was seconds ago. It was... hard to tell, really. Such a concept like time had creased mattering to him ages ago.
When the train finally lurched to a stop at its destination, and Avenger had been kicked off disembarked, stumbling slightly on the stairs of the train, into the depilated station, he already had a throbbing headache from the sudden onrush of overwhelming clatter and noise that assaulted him in unwanted greeting. His temples ached in protest of the clamor. Re-adjusting to possessing physical senses would take a little bit, much less the entire ordeal of having a physical form again. Ignoring the mutters and gawking of the insignificant humans hanging around the station, soon he'd exited the station and was wandering aimlessly through the foggy streets.
Avenger walked slowly and dazedly stared (it wasn't Fuyuki City, no chance in hell. he knew that city like the back of his tattooed hands and this wasn't it) at the unfamiliar buildings that surrounded him, the old-fashioned streets and attempted to figure out what was going on. He grimaced. Let's start with the most pressing issue; how in the void was this personality still existing?
Hadn't the previous Self ended after all?
He remembered it clearly now, returning to that empty place outside of the world. His own end. Back to the original existence. Nihility. Fucking nothingness. The Self had known of death. Not that had mattered. His wish had been fulfilled, he had done what he couldn't before. What could compare to that?
His tired legs eventually took him to a worn, stone bench in some forgotten corner where he sat down and rubbed his face. Had another magus Summoned him to grant their wish? Another Grail War? What kind of magus was downright stupid enough to do that? The answer is almost all of them. And if they were that idiotic, what sort of assholes would drag him to a dreary place like this without asking his permission first? Frankly, it rang out as implausible to him. The Servant was a one-time only mistake and upon becoming nothingness, shouldn't be possibly be feasibly brought back with the same copied intellect again. There was no chance this illusion could revived, since the Holy Grail was destroyed and the Wars that had accompanied it finished for good.
Yet, it was seemingly exactly what had happened and Avenger stood, alone and lost, in this foreign city as proof. The strength to pull off something on that scale was more than a little scary to consider.
Even if it wasn't magi at work, there was definitively unsavory scheming underfoot here that he didn't want to bother with. Ugh...
And finally; okay, if he was existing here, fine. He had no problem with that. Many things could be accomplished as long as there is life, even a mere semblance of it. Avenger had completed his duties, and fulfilled his obligation to Bazett, and hence had no reason to not dawdle here for awhile. Didn't have any goals that would be delayed by this ridiculous occurrence. Why quibble needlessly over the details? It was pleasant to able to breath, move and consciously think here, in this place.
Well then, that begs the question of where was here?
His stomach growled loudly. Avenger put a hand over his bare stomach, flushing for a second at the unfamiliar sensation.
... Amendment to that first question: where was here, and did it have any food places where he could get a hamburger? Physical incarnation, strings probably attached or not, warranted a celebration for himself in his mind.
[ CANON ] Avenger/Angra Mainyu || Fate/Hollow Ataraxia || reserved || 3/3
[ The view, when the feed steadies, is of the darkened streets spread out before the camera from somewhere impressively high up in the city, and judging from the way he handles the device, the person toying with the pocketwatch camera has no real idea of how to work it beyond turning the feed on and pressing the buttons; the video keeps flickering on and off erratically from the video option to the voice function to text and back again to video.
Or maybe he's just messing around with it for kicks. It's hard to tell.
Whose who aren't deterred by the rapid changes may catch glimpses of ragged, red cloth and dark hazel eyes. Since this is a purely video recording, the aura of palpable darkness and corruption that rolls off him isn't noticeable
thankfully. Then the pocketwatch is set down on the ground and aside from the occasional noises of rustling, like fabric shifting and footsteps, Avenger is silent and isn't visible in the feed. The viewers instead get treated to the sight of the starry night sky, a blanket of stars spiraling across the fading black in the meantime. The watery light at the edges of the horizon indicates dawn is fast approaching.Apparently he's got a little bored with the technology and wanders off to toe and peer over the edge of the building he's on. Eventually, a snatch of his voice drifts back to the recording. ]
—... isn't Fuyuki City?
[ It sounds like he's talking to himself more than anything. Soon, a hand reaches down and unintentionally covers up the camera as he picks up the pocketwatch again. Guess Avenger thinks it's worth another attempt. The feed cuts off, leaving only the sound still recording as he fiddles with it aimlessly, his brow furrowing slightly. ]
Alright... uh, wait. Okay, if I—
[ A few moments pass before there's a bit of a clatter and then we have the video recording back! And casually seated on the edge of one of the buildings, we have the newcomer to this fair city. Unruly black hair, an obstinate facial expression, and more noticeable of all, almost every inch of dark skin inscribed with savage glyphs. He has a very important question to ask; ]
Hey, somebody tell me what the date is?
[ Avenger, it's too fucking early for this, goddamn. ]
Third Person:
This isn't the void, ■■ thought in bewilderment.
It's the first intellectual thought he's had in a long time—or maybe it was seconds ago. It was... hard to tell, really. Such a concept like time had creased mattering to him ages ago.
When the train finally lurched to a stop at its destination, and Avenger had
been kicked offdisembarked, stumbling slightly on the stairs of the train, into the depilated station, he already had a throbbing headache from the sudden onrush of overwhelming clatter and noise that assaulted him in unwanted greeting. His temples ached in protest of the clamor. Re-adjusting to possessing physical senses would take a little bit, much less the entire ordeal of having a physical form again. Ignoring the mutters and gawking of the insignificant humans hanging around the station, soon he'd exited the station and was wandering aimlessly through the foggy streets.Avenger walked slowly and dazedly stared (it wasn't Fuyuki City, no chance in hell. he knew that city like the back of his tattooed hands and this wasn't it) at the unfamiliar buildings that surrounded him, the old-fashioned streets and attempted to figure out what was going on. He grimaced. Let's start with the most pressing issue; how in the void was this personality still existing?
Hadn't the previous Self ended after all?
He remembered it clearly now, returning to that empty place outside of the world. His own end. Back to the original existence. Nihility. Fucking nothingness. The Self had known of death. Not that had mattered. His wish had been fulfilled, he had done what he couldn't before. What could compare to that?
His tired legs eventually took him to a worn, stone bench in some forgotten corner where he sat down and rubbed his face. Had another magus Summoned him to grant their wish? Another Grail War? What kind of magus was downright stupid enough to do that?
The answer is almost all of them.And if they were that idiotic, what sort of assholes would drag him to a dreary place like this without asking his permission first? Frankly, it rang out as implausible to him. The Servant was a one-time only mistake and upon becoming nothingness, shouldn't be possibly be feasibly brought back with the same copied intellect again. There was no chance this illusion could revived, since the Holy Grail was destroyed and the Wars that had accompanied it finished for good.Yet, it was seemingly exactly what had happened and Avenger stood, alone and lost, in this foreign city as proof. The strength to pull off something on that scale was more than a little scary to consider.
Even if it wasn't magi at work, there was definitively unsavory scheming underfoot here that he didn't want to bother with. Ugh...
And finally; okay, if he was existing here, fine. He had no problem with that. Many things could be accomplished as long as there is life, even a mere semblance of it. Avenger had completed his duties, and fulfilled his obligation to Bazett, and hence had no reason to not dawdle here for awhile. Didn't have any goals that would be delayed by this ridiculous occurrence. Why quibble needlessly over the details? It was pleasant to able to breath, move and consciously think here, in this place.
Well then, that begs the question of where was here?
His stomach growled loudly. Avenger put a hand over his bare stomach, flushing for a second at the unfamiliar sensation.
... Amendment to that first question: where was here, and did it have any food places where he could get a hamburger? Physical incarnation, strings probably attached or not, warranted a celebration for himself in his mind.