Since none of the above use the game setting, here's an additional:
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When he awoke, there was nothing but darkness. Though that alone was hardly reason for concern in a place like this, it still took Archer a few moments to realize why.
"Tsk..."
He couldn't help but chide himself as reached upward, trying to find any means to escape whatever container he'd been placed in. He already had a good idea what kind of contraption he'd been sleeping in, but he still wanted to confirm it for himself. At least the bag offered no resistance to being unzipped, letting him free himself quite easily.
"Of course," he grumbled as he sat up, regaining some of his bearings as he confirmed what he'd thought. "A body bag."
So then what was this place supposed to be... a morgue? Grim as it may have been, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at that. As a Counter Guardian, death wasn't something he'd ever been allowed... but still, actually crawling out from a grave was a new experience for him. Still, some thing's never changed - even here death wouldn't serve as an escape.
At least his belongings were nearby, folded rather neatly as if they'd been set there to greet him upon his return. It would have almost been a touching gesture, if the entire situation wasn't so unerringly morbid.
So he'd died. That thought really didn't bother him much... no, what bothered him more was how he'd died. His memories were still a little scattered, probably thanks to how he'd ended up here, but he still clearly remembered why. He'd thrown himself in the path of inescapable danger in a desperate gamble to save someone, so of course this was the end result.
While sacrificing his own life for someone else was admirable enough, it still bothered him that he had. After he'd spent so much time chiding the boy, Shirou, and looking down on his way of life, he still ended up acting much the same as him. Even as he found that entire way of living contemptible, he couldn't resist doing the same foolish things. People really couldn't change, could they? Try though he might to sever it, the bond between himself and that boy was still stronger than he liked.
But dwelling upon it would get him nowhere. He'd already begun to dress himself as he let those thoughts roll around in his mind, gnawing at him. What bothered him more, the fact that he'd died, or the fact he'd died in the same way he would have? ...unquestionably, it was the latter. Somehow, still being similar to Shirou Emiya bothered him more than death itself.
That thought at least earned him another laugh as he finished collecting his belongings, sparing a glance at his device along the way. "PLEASE LEAVE NOW"... at least they were asking politely. Though the thought of deliberately ignoring the instruction crossed his mind, he ultimately decided to do as he was asked. Though he always had been the type to be needlessly contentious, this hardly seemed like the right situation for it.
archer | fate/stay night | not reserved
Since none of the above use the game setting, here's an additional:
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When he awoke, there was nothing but darkness. Though that alone was hardly reason for concern in a place like this, it still took Archer a few moments to realize why.
"Tsk..."
He couldn't help but chide himself as reached upward, trying to find any means to escape whatever container he'd been placed in. He already had a good idea what kind of contraption he'd been sleeping in, but he still wanted to confirm it for himself. At least the bag offered no resistance to being unzipped, letting him free himself quite easily.
"Of course," he grumbled as he sat up, regaining some of his bearings as he confirmed what he'd thought. "A body bag."
So then what was this place supposed to be... a morgue? Grim as it may have been, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at that. As a Counter Guardian, death wasn't something he'd ever been allowed... but still, actually crawling out from a grave was a new experience for him. Still, some thing's never changed - even here death wouldn't serve as an escape.
At least his belongings were nearby, folded rather neatly as if they'd been set there to greet him upon his return. It would have almost been a touching gesture, if the entire situation wasn't so unerringly morbid.
So he'd died. That thought really didn't bother him much... no, what bothered him more was how he'd died. His memories were still a little scattered, probably thanks to how he'd ended up here, but he still clearly remembered why. He'd thrown himself in the path of inescapable danger in a desperate gamble to save someone, so of course this was the end result.
While sacrificing his own life for someone else was admirable enough, it still bothered him that he had. After he'd spent so much time chiding the boy, Shirou, and looking down on his way of life, he still ended up acting much the same as him. Even as he found that entire way of living contemptible, he couldn't resist doing the same foolish things. People really couldn't change, could they? Try though he might to sever it, the bond between himself and that boy was still stronger than he liked.
But dwelling upon it would get him nowhere. He'd already begun to dress himself as he let those thoughts roll around in his mind, gnawing at him. What bothered him more, the fact that he'd died, or the fact he'd died in the same way he would have? ...unquestionably, it was the latter. Somehow, still being similar to Shirou Emiya bothered him more than death itself.
That thought at least earned him another laugh as he finished collecting his belongings, sparing a glance at his device along the way. "PLEASE LEAVE NOW"... at least they were asking politely. Though the thought of deliberately ignoring the instruction crossed his mind, he ultimately decided to do as he was asked. Though he always had been the type to be needlessly contentious, this hardly seemed like the right situation for it.