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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 Lien Kha. ➤ FSN AU Ai Thao Kha. ➢ Fate/ALT.distortion Playlist.

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[onoir]

[ This is...puzzling. Diarmuid blinks, looks back and forth between Lien and Ai and Cu, and then heaves a quiet laugh of his own. ]

I've already been told, "absolutely not".

[ It's a light retort, as polite as ever. ]

[emotive]

[Oh, good. At least Lien's own resistance to magic was almost about as good (probably because of her prana that was in constant motion; she was still affected and yet (terribly) aware of the charm). She composes herself enough to stand up and face everyone.]

W-We have other matters to discuss. I'll take care of notifying the local authorities so the children can be returned in a few hours without me being tracked.

And WE... [Points to herself and Lien] Need to talk about how there's both of YOU. [Points to the Lancers.]

I don't think it needs to be said, but we're obviously in a truce right now. Understood?

[lansaigh]

Some war this is, huh.

[ His voice is a low breeze, almost like a hum, before he relents to the proffered truce. He has a feeling that "no" isn't an answer, no matter how much he'd like to see how good Diarmuid is with his lances.

The circumstances seem different, anyway; there aren't supposed to be two of a Class, no matter how someone tries to play with the rules of this game. Until they figure out what's going on, he's fine with a little fooling around.

So, amiably— he lets Gae Bolg fade, puts his hands on his hips, and waits. ]

[psychometer]

Yes, m'am.

[Lien has to fight back the urge to yawn after her sister has said her piece.]

Let's get going though; my place, since I live nearby.

↬↬

[The important things are taken care of and the police sirens can be heard late at night as they rush over to retrieve the missing children. Everything else would have to run its course.

Right now, Lien has guests to treat! Well, two guests and the temporary spirit familiar roommate. The walk back home was more or less uneventful, but Lien had made a stop along the way for some reason...

And she holds up a box from a patisserie, looking extremely cheerful.]

I forgot, we didn't have dessert after dinner! And besides, what better time is there for cake, then VICTORY cake???

[Ai Thao here will just. Sit down at the table shaking her head at Lien.]

[onoir]

[ More and more, Diarmuid feels like they're getting farther from the actual point of the war itself— not that he can hold it against the young ladies, but a Master that buys cake for other Masters and their Servants? How perplexing.

Even more mystifying still is that Ireland's own Child of Light, a demigod of legend, is settling down in front of the dining room table, in full modern regalia, peering at that cake without much protest.

What is even going on anymore........ ]

As far as victory feasts go, it's modest.

[ He says, a bit dryly, though he stations himself behind Ai Thao without taking a seat. ]

[emotive]

[The first thought that comes up in Ai Thao's mind is how on the surface, Lien and her Servant seem to share the same relaxed attitude; one, while acknowledging the direness of the world around them, still found time to indulge themselves because it would be now or never.

Secondly, the Bounded Field...]

You've taught yourself how to make a good Bounded Field, didn't you, Chị.

[Lien shrugs, not bothering to confirm. In a few minutes, everyone has a hot cup of tea in front of them. The cake would remain untouched for now because it's clear Ai wants to get down to business.]

First thing's first... How long have you both been contracted with each other?

[lansaigh]

[ As much as Ai Thao seems to want to get to business, Cu is reaching to cut himself a slice of cake after they all settle. He might as well. ]

A couple of days. Four, five.

[ A good fourth of the cake is piled onto Cu's plate, and he sets it in front of himself languidly. ]

Don't get so uptight, little miss. Feasting's supposed to be a happy occasion, even with sworn enemies.

[psychometer]

[Lien seems content to warm her gloved hands with her cup of tea and she leans forward, elbows on the table.]

Basically, it happened around the same time you first found the rifts, Ai. I got off the bus, it started raining, and I thought the area had an off feeling about it too.

[onoir]

That could be the reason behind my abrupt summoning. There was no formal ritual involved.

[ He says, from his vantage point against the wall. His own cup of tea is untouched, but he seems to relent halfway between his words and moves to sit down. ]

[emotive]

And our first encounter was also near a rift.

[Ai Thao, takes a sip of her tea, letting her mind settle.]

An irregular summoning and contracting is one thing, but those rifts are what worry me. It makes me wonder if the Holy Grail for this War is heavily flawed in its magic.

[lansaigh]

Probably. If it's not playing by the rules, chances are that something or someone's gone rogue.

[ Shoveling a good portion of that cake in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. ]

Either way, this isn't a real Grail War, that's for sure.

[psychometer]

[Lien's finally cutting up the cake, giving an equal slice to both Diarmuid and Ai Thao before serving herself. She chews on a piece of fruit thoughtfully before adding:]

And this is why people like us aren't typically part of the ritual. For instance, do we even know where the Grail is supposed to appear once a victor comes out on top?

[A beat.]

There's the Church to answer to as well... [She makes a face.]

[onoir]

Which begs the question of whether or not there are other Masters who similarly have very little knowledge of the current standings. A particularly experienced magus would have detected the irregularities fairly quickly on.

[ He pauses to warm his hands, and then appends: ]

The overseer of this War would have known before anyone, I would assume.

[emotive]

We need to find this overseer then, shouldn't we?

[She pokes her slice of cake with a fork before deciding to take a bite.

... It's good.]

Another thing we found discovered are Servants that have slipped through the rifts. There's no summoning and without a Master to anchor them, they depend on the leylines and the energy that emits from the entrances. It's just one problem after another.

[That gives Lien pause and she glances at Lancer over her cup.]

[lansaigh]

[ Cu rises a brow, finishing up the last of his cake before turning to Diarmuid to ask him if he's going to eat any of that— a light smile and a shake of the head later, Cu has another slice of cake in front of him. ]

Sounds familiar, yeah. That'd make us the lucky ones who found Masters to keep ourselves intact.

[psychometer]

[SIGH. Lien sets down her cup looking fairly bothered.]

And that basically means a Servant would be able to latch onto a magus, whatever caliber they were as long as they have a supply of prana. But if it's not enough and they really did want the Grail, well. Then we get a Hans.

[YES SHE'S STILL GOING WITH THAT.]

[onoir]

[ Hans... ]

That seems to be the short of it. It seems the game is unfolding against our favor.

1/2

[emotive]

Lien... have you tried "reading" the nature of the rifts? That is if you've encountered any in the past few days.

As for me I feel like... It's something we've seen before. Long ago.

[Ai's getting that weird feeling again. Maybe it was the past. But what was the past? She and her sister didn't know except for the moment they woke up. Wasn't that it...?]

[psychometer]

[And that's why Lien's hands tighten around her cup and she replies very curtly:]

No. I haven't seen a rift since, but we aren't near any major leylines. The temple would be a good place to look though.

And I can't say there's anything familiar about them. I can't remember anything at all.

[lansaigh]

[ The two Servants feel a little extraneous in this conversation, but they're paying attention— even if Cu takes it upon himself to make fast work of Diarmuid's cake and look vaguely unsatisfied when the plates are cleared. ]

Hey. While you two have your women's talk, how about me and Handsome go have a friendly spar?

[ Cu... ]

[psychometer]

[Oh, yeah. Ai looks dubious, but Lien blinks, tilting her head as she thinks about it.]

Can you guys spar without die harding a building like the one we were just in?

[onoir]

Unfortunately...

[ Sensible, honest Diarmuid cuts in, blithely amused. ]

...I think that would be unlikely.

[ god kids ]

[emotive]

This "women's talk" concerns you too you know... [This is mostly directed at Cu, but when Diarmuid cuts in, she's apologetic when she speaks up]

It's been a long night... Although I'm sure a battle between you two might be inevitable, we'll have to save that for another time, at least when we have more clarity as to what's going on.

[And while the Masters here might not put a hand on one another, well, that's why Servants are are there.

Lien, you haven't been using your prana sparingly like you usually do. You should rest

[Lien is mildly puzzled, but realizes... Yeah, she was doing a lot of magecraft. And of course Ai would be able to sense it. So Ai Thao stands up.]

We'll head back now. Maybe we can see each other tomorrow night. [Oh! One more thing]

Since you're both of the same class, it'd be confusing to keep calling you both Lancer wouldn't it?

[lansaigh]

[ Again, there's a slightly underwhelming facet of all of this, all things considered, and it's ridiculous to think that he's giving his true name away outside of the context of a fair and equal fight... but there's no point, considering that Diarmuid already knows who he is, and vice versa. ]

The name's Cu Chulainn. He knows.

[ He jerks a thumb over towards Diarmuid, who responds in kind with his own name: a quiet, reserved "Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, First Warrior of the Knights of Fianna".

Man, they've been teaching kids to be polite since he died.

Sitting up in his chair, Cu watches Diarmuid get ready to leave, but he calls out to Ai: ]

Be careful about that shining face, little lady.

[psychometer]

[Ai predictably turns pink at Cu's remark. And Lien just goes "oooooohhhhhh."]

Diarmuid, huh? Well, at least we can't get confused now. Anyways, if anything comes up, call me. Or I'll call you.

[And when they leave, Lien just looks up at Lancer while finishing her cake.]

Still gonna call you, Lancer. I'm really used to it.