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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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[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.

[lansaigh]

Huh. Maybe for the best, considering how much running around happened last night.

[psychometer]

Mm.

[The sun's glow is growing stronger as the morning moves on. She seems to get lost in thought as she nurses her mug in her hands, sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees.

She begins to quietly hum a song. Both she and Ai loved this song when they were younger. They still loved it. She skips ahead to a later verse, one that speaks to her at that moment.]

♫ As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away... ♪

[lansaigh]

[ For all intents and purposes, Lancer should be in spirit form by now, given that he has no business being material other than to linger around and provide a presence. He doesn7t say anything when she starts singing (interrupting seems like a poor choice), and so he contents himself with sitting at the dining room table and roughly combing through his long, blue hair in time to Lien's singing. ]

[psychometer]

[She rubs her eyes. Almost done being sleepy. The song reminds her though and she looks up at Cu.]

Hey. I asked Diarmuid about this yesterday, but you're supposed to remember your previous memories of when you were summoned and in this world right?

[lansaigh]

[ This again...! Do twins have telepathy? Maybe.

He looks up from where he'd rested his chin on the dining room table, and shrugs lightly. ]

Supposed to, yeah. Did he tell you about how the Servant system works?

[psychometer]

[She nods.]

You're supposed to retain accumulate knowledge once you return or perish. Technically, you're just another projection.

[Honestly though, there's another reason she's asking this.]

... So once you're gone, you won't forget me right?

[lansaigh]

[ Ah. He'd told Ai that he thinks Lien is a lonely little thing, and his suspicions are mildly confirmed with this question.

A slow turn of the head, and he smiles with a bit of fond exasperation tingeing the corners of the expression. ]

It's been centuries since I've met some people in my homeland, but I still remember them as if I'd seen them yesterday. So don't worry about me going senile— in a thousand years, I'd probably remember you and your little chest.