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last_free_city2012-05-30 09:32 pm
emptysword) wrote in last_free_city2012-05-30 09:32 pm
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001; Sword of Fate
[Action; Palace District]
[...Well, chaotic introductions aside, Shirou had been spending his time wandering around and getting a grip to this place as he just tried to get a fact through his head: That he's not home anymore and that he's actually fighting for the sake of his own world. But... to Shirou, what's even more worrying was the presence of certain individuals here. Ilyasviel von Einzbern and Kiritsugu Emiya. The former he knew was never a combatant of any sorts, and he quickly found out that this one is from another world where she's... a magical girl.
That one's still hard to swallow.
Kiritsugu Emiya, though. Is a different thing entirely. The man's his father, and he looked pretty much ready to keel over from whatever was ailing him before his death. Not only that, it appeared that he... had given up on living? Whatever that was, he knows that right now, there are two people that he needs to make sure of their safety.
In any case, Shirou is now just wandering around, a thoughtful face in place rather than his usual gentle one.]
[Video]
This place's really interesting, isn't it? It's totally different from my hometown, I guess. What about you guys? How different is this place from the one you're from?
Oh, and my name is Shirou Emiya. Pleased to meet you all.
[...Well, chaotic introductions aside, Shirou had been spending his time wandering around and getting a grip to this place as he just tried to get a fact through his head: That he's not home anymore and that he's actually fighting for the sake of his own world. But... to Shirou, what's even more worrying was the presence of certain individuals here. Ilyasviel von Einzbern and Kiritsugu Emiya. The former he knew was never a combatant of any sorts, and he quickly found out that this one is from another world where she's... a magical girl.
That one's still hard to swallow.
Kiritsugu Emiya, though. Is a different thing entirely. The man's his father, and he looked pretty much ready to keel over from whatever was ailing him before his death. Not only that, it appeared that he... had given up on living? Whatever that was, he knows that right now, there are two people that he needs to make sure of their safety.
In any case, Shirou is now just wandering around, a thoughtful face in place rather than his usual gentle one.]
[Video]
This place's really interesting, isn't it? It's totally different from my hometown, I guess. What about you guys? How different is this place from the one you're from?
Oh, and my name is Shirou Emiya. Pleased to meet you all.
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He said he--well, she knew. He'd basically declared it to her repeatedly, but hearing him be so blunt about it makes her blush and lets a small smile creep over her features.
Maybe.... maybe this could work? Her only obligations, she believes, is to this place for saving her life. As to the safety of her world, she knew it would be safe until Shirou's time. She had realized she couldn't change the past even if shrugging off old thoughts and feelings was proving to be difficult. Maybe doing this one thing for herself, this one little thing, couldn't hurt?
Part of her wonders if these are the same thoughts Lancelot and Guinevere held when their affair began but she drove the thought from her head to keep from dwelling on it.]
I'm glad. Would you.... would you be willing to cook lunch for me again?
[Is she in love with him as a person? Or just his cooking?]
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[Normally, Gilgamesh is pretty good at reading the mood and not interrupting touching reunions. But something was up with the girl here, aside from her almost Ayaka Sajyou-level beauty.]
The two of you look familiar. You don't happen to be--
[This is the point where one or the other presumably interrupts him.]
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like the maidenly type he is, and brings her still-Invisible Wind-covered sword before her.]What are you doing here, Archer?
[It's around now that it registers he doesn't look quite like the Gilgamesh she'd known.]
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[Gilgamesh seems unsure whether to focus on that impossible-to-see weapon or the oddly familiar face behind it - he settles for staring directly at the face and talking about the sword. The man, at this point, completely escapes his notice.]
You must be another one of Saber's relatives, to hold Excalibur so casually and be dumb enough to re-use the same disguise. I'd ask if you're his niece or something, but I'm more curious how you know what I am when you aren't a Servant.