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formidable) wrote in sweethymns2014-12-02 04:34 pm
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ғaтe/alт.dιѕтorтιon
 Private AU/PSL RP, set in the Fate/stay night universe. Multiple Servants of each class are being summoned or are rogue and appear from mysterious rifts along with shadow-like monsters, threatening to tear apart this unstable and distorted alternate reality. ➤ FSN AU Ai Thao Kha. ➢ Fate/ALT.distortion Playlist. |
lιen ĸнa + cú cнυlaιnn
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Don't take it too personally. You'll wear yourself out, at that rate.
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aι тнao ĸнa + dιarмυιd υa dυιвнne
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I didn't want to interrupt. [ he says, referring to her exercise; acknowledging her effort. ] And if you've made tea for two, I would gladly oblige.
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It doesn't seem like they sense our presence yet. And they haven't noticed you either, have they Lancer?
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I can't say. But I'm fairly sure that there's a conflict of some s—
[ And, well. He's cut off by the sound of breaking concrete, something that sounds like small-scale demolition efforts in the building.
Huh. ]
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lιen ĸнa + cú cнυlaιnn ii
Geeeez. So my sister is technically a rival Master now?? What a hoot.
[She turns her head to look up at Lancer.]
But, at least it looks like you have an opponent that should give you a lot of fun.
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[ He rocks back and forth on the legs of his chair, like a dog pacing on the ground. ]
Not a good situation for you, but not too shabby for me.
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aι тнao ĸнa + cú cнυlaιnn
She had made an agreement with Lien to meet up a couple of nights later so that they could both make their way to the Fuyuki Church so that they may speak to the person who was the overseer of the War. After all, the official organization itself would have to recognize the abnormalities of several Servant summonings and multiple pacts beyond the seven main classes. The appearance of rifts and rogue Servants would have to prompt some sort of action; while they had two powerful Servants on their side, two Masters and two Heroic Spirits were probably not enough to fix this whole situation. They were set to make their discreet trip in the cover of the night. But then... well, as the phrase goes, things went, "not as planned."
There was another rift that was nearby the Church. And now that were face to face with one, Lien seemed inclined enough to examine it for herself. What they didn't count on was for a very, VERY angry rogue Servant to grab Lien by the arm, pulling her into the crack. Before anything else could occur, Ai Thao felt herself panic, activate her Mystic Eyes, staring directly at the Servant and the rift and then...
She feels groggy. Ai Thao is sitting against a wall of some sort. When her eyes clear up, she takes a look around. It looks like she's back in the city, specifically Shinto, but it appeared to be completely emptied of people. And that was extremely unsettling. Ai stands up, looking for her Servant and her sister.
Oh god, what happened after she used her Distortion ability?? She calls out:]
LIEN!!! DIARMUID!!
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It's not exactly fair or productive to blame the twins' inexperience on their current circumstances, but he does think about the fact that these girls need to exercise a little more caution in the face of a situation that they might not be prepared for. Gallantry is one thing, stupidity, another.
But, well.
He can respect wanting to get things done.
So it's with a slight weariness that he replies to Ai Thao's call, even if she isn't his Master and he has no obligation aside from sentiment to answer: his voice is a low drawl, punctuated by a lazy stretch of his neck to the side. ]
Sorry, miss. You got saddled with the wrong Servant.
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lιen ĸнa + dιarмυιd υa dυιвнne
So, that happened.
Lien is laying on her back, facing the sky. As for where she was... She looks back and forth. It looks like the harbor. Sort of. Her head and her arm still hurts and... Oh, goddammit, her new glasses that she purchased a few days ago already has a cracked lens. First, she checks her hands; good, gloves remained intact at least.
The young woman sits up looking out at... the sea? She squints letting out a low hum.]
Ooooh, boy. Em, what did you get us into?
[From where she is standing, the blue ocean is replaced by the familiar dark shadowy masses that they had been witness to in the past week. It's a haunting contrast against everything else; the blue sky, the neat buildings, the sound of... Oh, wait, there's no seagulls. Weird.]
Aw, crap where is everyone?
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Listen...he's not here for another fuckup, that would be so distressing. ]
It would be prudent for us to figure that out.
[ As earnest and urgent as ever, when it comes to emergencies concerning the one he swore loyalty to. Despite it, he does pause to look at his Master's sister, knowing that he can't very well leave her behind. He can imagine how well that'd go down. ]
...Is the Child of Light not here with you?
[ he's gonna have to stop calling Cu that sometime soon ]
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↫ croѕѕroadѕ ii ↬
More importantly, her sister hasn't made Diarmuid walk backwards or put a bag over his head. When they finally close the distance Ai, runs up to them both.]
Thank goodness! You're both alright? No trouble on the way right??
[Lien just blithely nods, still whistling slightly.]
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A few quick strides, and once in front of Ai, he bends a knee and bows his head.
(Cu whistles, discreetly points at his fellow Heroic Spirit, and looks at Lien as if to say "you want me to do this too?") ]
Master. I've no excuses for my inattentiveness and my lack of diligence, but permit me the insolence of expressing my relief to see you safe.
[ (Again, Cu whistles and looks at Diarmuid with a raised brow. Kids...these...days....?) ]
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lιen ĸнa + cú cнυlaιnn iii
Tonight was different in a way; again this dream was not hers, but it was a part of her being somehow.
She sees a child, exuberant, bright, a boy above all others in a scenery of emerald green landscapes untouched and almost pure, a sign of ancient times. She sees him display his strength against a canine beast, but show his shame in doing so. The boy grows into a young man, a warrior who started to gain infamy among all others. He fights wildly, celebrates wildly, and then is at ease all at once.
He falls in love, impudently and passionately. The warrior goes on a journey to grow stronger. He has a teacher, a friend, and challenges he's glad to overcome and conquer.
The dream begins to fade. It ends with what can only be described as a war. The warrior fights. He's fierce, deadly, and slays many...
The dream ends.
Her eyes blink open. 7 AM. Earlier than she wanted to wake up. She's in bed and continues to stare up at the ceiling trying to register about what just even occurred in her mind. After about half an hour, Lien sits up and lets out a loud yawn, muffled by her sleeve. She reaches for her gloves and glasses... Oh wait, her new glasses broke. She had to get a new pair.
She makes her way downstairs, still dressed in her knit sweater and black shorts, keeping her legs and feet bare, giving the morning chill no mind. Lien looks around the kitchen and living area, eyes half-squinted in sleepiness.]
Lancer??
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When he's called, he materializes while still nestled in the couch cushions, waving at her languidly, carefree as ever. ]
Morning, little lady. How're you feeling?
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aι тнao ĸнa + dιarмυιd υa dυιвнne ii
Bend.
Ai Thao barely flinches as one of the more formless and weaker shadow beasts tries to get the jump on her. Instead, it finds itself twisting and its being fully contorted until it disappears, nonexistent once again.
A rift had appeared in Riverside Park. The size was not as dire and it did not seem to harbor a Servant that would close its passage. Better safe than sorry though. Despite what had gone on in the alternate dimension, Ai Thao felt that she did not need a long recovery period. Being idle wasn't an ideal way to spend time so she decided that patrolling at night would be a better alternative.
There's one larger beast left. It's approaching her and fast.]
Lancer!
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An ear-splitting shriek, one that sounds too vengeful for comfort, and it disappears. ]
—Are you hurt?
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aι тнao ĸнa + dιarмυιd υa dυιвнne iii
Tonight was another play, one that occurs only in a dream, one of vivid colors, emotion, and pure memory. She was a young girl again, in that front row seat and tonight was the tragedy of the knight and the maiden who turned her love to him and the lord who pursued them to exact his revenge.
She was a beautiful maiden, but the bitterness and resignation were reflected in her eyes; that is until she saw him. Upon her throne, next to her husband-to-be, a grand hero himself, she only has eyes for the man whose face shone brightly and who smiled at them both. He and the other knights celebrated, happy for their lord, and blessing the bride and groom on this grand occasion. The maiden's eyes changes; longing, a hope for another life, one that wouldn't be bounded to someone she couldn't want and instead fate or magic (or both) told her that she needed this man, this beautiful shining knight.
The shining knight is approached by the maiden and now she's in his arms. In his heart, he knows that she has fallen victim to his curse. And yet he sees her desperation and the thought that perhaps something about this love that could be true...
He fights. He fights for her. He has friends who defend him, but the lord has men who would go after him in order to correct this dishonor. The shining knight runs and fights, his lances fearsome and deadly. He slays many for there were few who could match this fierce spear-man, all for the sake of the maiden's love. And after many had died, the lord decides to cease the fighting. Lives over love was too much. And for now, maybe for a long while, the knight and the maiden could have something that could be called true happiness...
The knight is lying in a pool of his own blood. Perhaps a fitting end because of his dishonor? His lord is near. His lord had said he had forgiven him.
Forgiveness did not come so easily a second time. And the light fades...
She knew how the story ends. She wants to leave. But the curtains have not closed.
Blood.
It spills from his heart.
Blood.
Spills from his mouth.
Blood.
From his eyes.
There's the heat of anger and it burns her chest like how his chest was burning from the heat of his lance in his heart. She sees him glare through lenses of red; fragments of blue and silver, white, more red, people who were there, but were gradually disappearing.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, DAMN THEM, DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL, DAMNTHEMALLďåɱñțȟ£ɱåȽȽț¤ȟ£ȽȽďåɱñțȟ£ɱåȽȽț¤ȟ£ȽȽďåɱñțȟ£ɱåȽȽț¤ȟ£ȽȽďåɱñțȟ£ɱåȽȽț¤ȟ£ȽȽďåɱñțȟ£ɱåȽȽț¤ȟ£ȽȽ•?( ďåɱñțȟ£ɱåȽȽț¤ȟ£ȽȽ •._.·°¯))؟••?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟••?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•
Ai Thao wakes up with a jolt, letting out a short yell. She's in a cold sweat and she pants heavily, one hand over her heart. The burning sensation lingered, but nothing had touched her. She even feels her eyes burn and her hands reach up to cover them instead, afraid that her Mystic Eyes had activated inadvertently.
There were so many feelings running through her brain and through her very veins all at once and she couldn't focus on a single one. She lets out a choked sob, trying to regain her senses.]
D-D-ia... Dia...
[She couldn't call his name. She felt fearful for a reason she couldn't describe.]
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It hurts, he says. Why, he says. Why, why, why.
The prevailing sentiment is the rage that seethes like an ocean, spills over like the red of his spear, screaming his despair and blaming the world for his unanswered prayers.
It hurts, he says.
Why, he says.
And under that fire, that burning, is the sorrow; potent in its coldness, chilling in its depth.
Why, he says.
[ From his resting position against the wall, Diarmuid stands up straighter, sensing a disturbance in Ai's prana— a spike of pain, a white-hot burn that sears through his Circuits. Quick steps take him to her room to fling the door open, and though he's aware of the poor manners, he can't be bothered at the moment. ]
—Master?!
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lιen ĸнa + cú cнυlaιnn iv
The young woman lets out a yawn and realizes that the lecture is over and that papers were to be turned in. It's a curious thing to the professor about how this overseas student manages to finish her work ahead of time, but what can you do? Lien was thorough enough.
It's only late noon when class is done and Lien walks past other classmates, her tote bag hung over one shoulder and her free hand, adjusting her second piercing on her left ear. She was going out to meet with a certain person, but before she can do so and quickly, a somewhat acquainted female classmate goes up to her excitedly gushing:]
Lien-san! There's someone out in the front gate and I believe he's asking for you? He's got a wild look about him, but it's kinda cool...
... Oh. You don't say??
[Lien's smiling in an entirely calm way.]
Do you know him?
[They both walk outside and Lien takes a deep breath as she looks out to the front gate.]
Well, after this, we'll have to see.
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...her school.
It's one thing for him to get onto campus but another thing entirely to actually go into the buildings, so he'd stationed himself around the entrance, a pack of cigarettes in one pocket, a can of coffee in the other. One is bound to get bored with only those two items to keep him company, however, so he's taken it upon himself to talk to the few girls that passed by and asked him if he was lost, if he needed help finding anything—
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"You're from Europe? Your Japanese is so good!"
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"Who did you say you were looking for, again?"
[ A small gaggle of girls has amassed around him, and he's responding to it with the same carefree attitude he takes for most everything, which is probably the appeal. ]
Yeah, well, I'm a quick learner— whoa, whoa, not the hair, miss.
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aι тнao ĸнa + dιarмυιd υa dυιвнne iv
Or at least it was nice to ponder over such ideal thoughts as she soaked in a hot scented bath (present #2 from Lien: lavender bath salts. Neat!) Ai had already cleaned her long hair in the shower, but allowed it to float in the bathtub water, absorbing the aromas that lifted itself into the air, creating alluring wafts of steam. She fell into a drowsy, but pleasant reverie, enjoying herself to the fullest.
The rattling of the window on the wall across from her, snaps Ai back to her senses. That was unsettling; it was as if an evil gust of wind had passed through on the outside. Regardless, it seems a good a sign as any to finally end bath time. Standing up, she squeezes some water out of her hair as the rest is drained.
Ai pauses, squinting again at the window. The steam is fogging up the glass, although she could still make out the shapes of trees and shrubbery outside. She couldn't shake off another feeling though. The young Master steps out of the tub, taking a white towel to cover herself up with and then wipes the window pane with one hand.
Her eyes widen at the sight of...
There's a noise of shattering glass, the slamming open of a door, and running footsteps. Ai Thao skids to a stop in front of the kitchen entrance, with steam rising off of her skin, wet hair, and only a towel wrapped around her whole torso while her legs and shoulders remain bare. Her Eyes fade back to normal, but she's still fired up.]
LANCER! Be on alert!!
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The relative peace of his relatively mundane duties are broken quite literally, however, at the sound of fracturing glass, and it's a small miracle that he doesn't do the same to the porcelain in his hands. He's on instant alert at the sound of his Master's call, hand cast to the side to summon at least one of his twin lances: Gae Dearg manifests in a glow of vivid red, and Diarmuid fixes a sharp gaze towards the direction of incoming footsteps...
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—Accounted for.
[ He says, to indicate that he's here and he's alert... but not without first tugging his nice V-neck shirt off of himself to try to hand it over to Ai. ]
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lιen ĸнa + cú cнυlaιnn v
So... What I'm getting from what I'm reading here is that your little black book would be like, what... A trilogy? A saga??
[Lien grunts as she continues a series of slow and steady pushups she had began about 10 minutes ago in the living area in front of the couch. On the floor beneath her face is the large book of European legends and myths that she borrowed from Ai during her last visit when her sister was sick. For every five or so successful pushups, Lien turned the page, amazingly keeping her balance. Honestly, it was about time she actually learned about her Servant's various adventures and exploits and it was a wonder to Lien that she finally got around to it. She stopped right about the part after he trained in the Land of Shadows, gained Gáe Bolg, and then went to war with an opposing army where he captured the war lady Aífe and finding her attractive he...
Maybe there was something more satisfying about learning bits and pieces of who Cu Chulainn was since he was just right there in front of her. Sure, he was a Heroic Spirit, but the fact that he was essentially a demigod and a seriously BIG DEAL in Ireland was... Well. Lien's not quite sure how to feel about that revelation from the book especially since that context makes the fact that he's her Servant seem all the more stranger.
Another five pushups. On the fifth one, she uses one hand to close the book and then continues paying no heed to the strain.]
You know, it goes without saying, but you're actually kind of a crazy guy aren't you?
[This Master has a way of making impudent remarks in the simplest of tones as if it was everyday conversation.]
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Her comment has him raise a brow, laugh a little dryly, and then reach out to put one of the thicker cushions off the couch and onto her back. ]
Define "crazy".
[ His riastrad? Yeah, definitely crazy, he won't deny that. Him being a demigod? Also pretty crazy. But for him, it's just fact, and he looks slightly amused as he tries to see if he can balance another pillow on top of the one he's already stacked. ]
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