ғaтe/alт.dιѕтorтιon

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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 mockingly covers her ears with her hands and in the same monotonous voice.]

Whoa, pure maiden here.

[lansaigh]

What, you didn't see that part?

[ Spoken so blithely: it's not even a big deal to him, let's be real. ]

[psychometer]

...

[She covers her face with her mug because she's the immature one here and let's be real, she's only been living a real life for about a decade so these things are kind of out of her range even if she's technically an adult. Sort of. Not really.]

No comment.

[lansaigh]

[ Another short laugh and he settles back on his perch, legs thrown out in a distinctly ill-mannered fashion. ]

That's private, so we can both forget that you saw it.

[psychometer]

[She doesn't feel like a Master right now, not when she's feeling this awkward about a shared dream and he's not worried about it at all. It's a change of pace as Lien was usually the one who blindsides people and throws them off.

She's off balance here and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

Change of subject, change of subject, change of subject, something that doesn't have to do with ADULT RELATIONS ummmm...]

... When we were younger, Ai and I switched classes when we started middle school. It was my idea. No one noticed for about a week.

[lansaigh]

[ He'll conveniently leave out the fact that he probably slept with half of Ireland... he can tell that the topic of conversation is, in a word, mildly uncomfortable, so— here we go, switching gears.

But not before a quick: ] You're red, you should watch out for that.

[ OK NOW HERE WE GO ] And wow, that uptight sister of yours let you do that? Color me surprised.

[psychometer]

[WHAT IS THIS THING YOU CALL COITUS lbr, she knows what it is and has probably seen it before because reflections, but she'll just scoot away from that

She ignores his comment about her blushing which is fainter now that the topic has changed]

You think she's uptight? She's just serious, not what I call overly strict.

And yeah, we stuck to each other a little more closely back then. I took her place in piano class and she replaced me in choir. Ironic really. We found out we were good at each others subject.

[lansaigh]

She's a worrier. Those usually tend to have a hard time being flexible, but I'm not passing judgment on her, not yet.

[ A wave of the hand. He feels like she reminds him a bit of someone, equally as serious and maybe a bit clumsy— a woman with red hair? It's vague, and he moves on from that particular train of thought. He doesn't know Ai enough, anyway. ]

And that's a twin thing, isn't it? I wouldn't know, but it seems like a thing that'd be possible.

[psychometer]

Hm. Probably just a coincidence. [She stands up to refill her coffee cup and holds out the pot, offering the same to Lancer.]

Besides maybe she seems that way because she was with you, Mr. Hound.

[lansaigh]

[ He hands her the mug, red eyes sweeping the room for a sign of a piano, since she's mentioned it. ]

What's that supposed to mean, huh?

[psychometer]

You're... You. [Wow, good explanation. She refills his cup and sits down again, brushing her hair behind one ear.]

You don't exactly scream, "safe to be around with."

[lansaigh]

Well, yeah.

[ A quick stir of his coffee, and he tilts his head. ]

I'm a warrior. Since when are we ever considered "safe to be around"?

[psychometer]

Huh. Point. But Diarmuid's one and they get along really well from what I can see.

[A pause.]

Does that mean all warriors strip in the living room without a given warning like you?

[a grudge maybe kinda yes]

[lansaigh]

[ A beat, before his grin turns a bit wider, a little jokingly malicious. ]

You want me to ask Mr. Handsome to come over here and see if he'd do that for you?

1/2

[psychometer]

[psychometer]

Nah, I already know his chest is bigger than mine. Stupid muscles...

1/2

[lansaigh]

[ He unabashedly looks at her chest area for a second... ]

[lansaigh]

[ ...And then, yeah, looks like he's about to burst into laughter. He holds it in, though. ]

Yeah, well. Don't worry about it, kiddo, I've seen smaller.

[ Cu???? ]

[psychometer]

It occurs to me that this conversation started about us talking about your past life and now it ends on chests.





And, uh, thanks. I feel glad???

[lansaigh]

My past's ancient history. Chests are still relevant in this day and age: guess which one is more important.

[psychometer]

I choose option D: Don't look at my chest again.

[lansaigh]

[ a soft chuckle, and he gets up to deposit his mug in the sink. ]

Understood, Master. You sure you don't want to use a Command Spell for that?

[psychometer]

[Her cheeks puff up.]

I'll be fair and trust you'll listen.

[lansaigh]

Well said.

[ The sound of running water cuts their conversation, before Lancer tosses her another question. ]

Don't you have work or school to go to?

[psychometer]

I won't have work until tomorrow unless someone calls for a shift. Class...

Eh. I "read" all the required books and that means half of my assignments are done.