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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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[psychometer]

[She's staring at him, obviously debating whether he's joking with her or not, man how does Ai deal with this pretty man person thing.]

Well, NO, but when you put it that way...

You know what, I'm gonna read the ground now.

[onoir]

I'll leave you to it.

[ How does anyone deal with Diarmuid??? The world may never know. Perhaps one should be more like Kayneth, aka completely unwilling to put up with him in any way.

But here he is, standing a little to the side, alert for any incoming intrusions, if there are any. So embarrassing... ]

[psychometer]

[Her hand is on the ground and the flow of her prana and the look in her Mystic Eyes are immediate. It's as if no outside distraction could get her attention once she uses Reflection.

She only takes about two to three minutes to make her examination, before pulling back, with a frown on her face.]

[onoir]

Anything noteworthy?

[ He asks, when he finds it prudent to break the silence. That frown doesn't go unnoticed, at the very least. ]

[psychometer]

Mmmmmmm.

[She stands up, crossing her arms, trying to think of a description.]

It's like... the age of this place isn't all that old. And the shadow sea we got out there? [She gestures with her thumb.]

I feel like it's a similar or the same substance that caused that disaster in the real Fuyuki ten years ago after the last War.

[onoir]

Something to do with the Grail, then.

[ Which lends itself to their theory that the Grail this time around is corrupt (if it hasn't always been). Troubling. ]

If this is all a result of a faulty system, the only solution becomes to defeat the system itself.

[psychometer]

[System, system... She motions Diarmuid to follow her now that she's analyzed this fake world and has a better idea of where the other two may be.]

Diarmuid, I have a question. Have you ever been summoned in a previous War before or do Servants' memories reset once one is done? Ai knows a little more than me, but I'm just jumping into things if it isn't obvious already.

[onoir]

I've...

[ ...Hm. His head hurts for a split second, and there's a dull ache in his chest that bubbles, for a moment, to boil; a quick grimace later, and he shakes it off. ]

...This is my first. All Heroic Spirits who are given consciousness in the living world return to their core once their duties are done, or if they perish— all knowledge accumulated during that time is restored to the original, so they would be able to recall it.

[psychometer]

[His reaction makes her pause, but his reply helps to settle down whatever creeping doubt that was starting to grow. After all, it makes complete sense.]

That's nifty. [A bit of an understatement for such a fancy and complicated system in the summoning of heroes.]

When Ai contracted you though, that was definitely coincidental, wasn't it? But she was in front of a rift.

[onoir]

The summoning was unorthodox, but I answered her call as she was being attacked near a rift, yes.

[ There's no precise way to describe it, so he works with his words slowly, trying to put it into perspective, himself. ]

[psychometer]

...

[She silently turns around and shifts her position so she can look at him at an angle. Why is she silent? Is Lien trying to decide on something? Observing him? Getting charmed??????]

1/2

[onoir]

[ Again? He returns that look, his loose lock of stray hair swaying across his face... ]

[onoir]

[ ...before he laughs. ]

"Absolutely not"?

[ Third time's a charm. ]

1/3

[psychometer]

[Lien instead, straightens up, shaking her head and waving one hand, a normal gesture for, "No."]

Now, now, I suppose we better make this clear.

[psychometer]

[SHE POINTS ACCUSINGLY AT HIM. OBJECTION!!!!]

There's no way I can fall in love with a man who's prettier and more muscular than me! AND...!!!

[She slams one hand across her chest.]

... WHO HAS A BIGGER CHEST THAN MINE!!!

[psychometer]

... There, I think I made my point!

1/2

[onoir]

[ uh ]

[onoir]

[ He was going to say something about the "prettier" thing (pretty???), but then she goes full throttle with the chest comparison, and he seems to deflate somewhat. ]

—I've never had my chest compared to a maiden's chest before. I suppose the world is still capable of surprising.

[psychometer]

I thought I'd just clear the air! See, you don't have to be worried while we try and reunite with our hapless partners!

[onoir]

Should I have been worried?

[ A dry little quirk of the lips, though he keeps the tone friendly; his code of chivalry does dictate that he be decent to women, after all. ]

[psychometer]

[She walks ahead of him, hands behind her back.]

"Seduce my mind and you can have my body. Find my soul and I'm yours forever."

[Lien turns her head and there's an odd quality to the smile she has on her face.]

I read that in a book once. It stuck with me for some reason, probably because the person I quoted remained nameless.

[They're near the main city now, more quickly than expected; perhaps it's a result of the paths being smaller due to the incompleteness of the world around them.]

[onoir]

[ Anonymous quotations are familiar to him, as are anonymous songs sung by nameless bards and minstrels; Lien's words are vaguely nostalgic, and he closes his eyes between his maneuvering of the empty streets to let that settle in. ]

You and my Master, you both have a tendency towards poetry.

[psychometer]

I just read a lot of books. She's got a bigger heart than me though, so I think she'd be a good poet if she put her mind to it!

In any case, whatever the reason, it looks like you both suit each other as Master and Servant. I can tell; Ai's someone who would do her best no matter what responsibility is thrust on her.

[onoir]

As strange as this may seem, coming from an enemy Servant, I swear to you that I'll protect your sister, with my life and my lance.

[ Despite the difficulties the two may have, he can sense that they care about each other— all the more reason for him to stay vigilant, now that his purpose for being here is largely null and void otherwise.

A beat, and he appends: ]

Do you sing?

[psychometer]

... Mm. You know what? I'll take it. I need that to hear that as the elder sister after all.

[His declaration... Man, they just don't make guys like this Servant anymore, that's for sure. And for a second, Lien kind of wishes that wasn't so, but what can you do with the changing times and values? As for his question...]

Hm? I'm not bad at it. [And then it clicks.] Oh, you heard her sing, didn't you?