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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]

[ It's one thing to be fast, and it's another thing to be Gae Bolg. That comparison works precisely in one context, but this is the right one: when Lancer gets into stance, holding his spear against his side to launch it up and towards the falling fridge, the deed might as well already be done. ]

Gae...

[ The magic spear that reverses causality. What's important now isn't speed or skill, it's an inevitability, the inevitability being that his spear will hit. ]

...Bolg!

[ So. Sorry Rider— that flash of red that flies past him and directly into that box, splitting it cleanly and destroying whatever is inside (he has a good idea of what) is a result of inexorable circumstances. ]

[psychometer]

[And he was so close too.

A shriek rings throughout the building. The fog and mist is washed away by a wind of released prana that is quickly disappearing. The Headless Horseman is without his head and his stolen body cannot sustain him even with the used Spells.

The headless monster from the unassuming legend that originated in a sleepy town has been defeated.

When the box is split, there's an explosion of light that blinds Lien slightly and she has to cover her eyes. Rider begins to fall and as he does his entire being begins to disappear in luminous wisps that fade away making it so he was never there to begin with. There's a rewarding sense of serenity that settles throughout the entire area now that he is gone.

Victory to the Hound of Chulainn and his Master. Lien takes a deep breath of the clear night air in relief.]

... What a hero.

[lansaigh]

[ His sigh of relief curls in the air, a sentiment that isn't borne from uncertainty of his actions but because he doesn't have to deal with that particular Servant anymore; what a handful. There's only so much contempt he can have before it gets old.

He retrieves Gae Bolg, taps it once, twice against the ground as if to get any residue off of it (there is none), before turning back to Lien with a half-exasperated smile. ]

What, you finally realized?

[psychometer]

[Finally realized that he was a hero? Well, it wasn't hard to get that part figured out. She doesn't retort though and instead squats down on her knees to look back at him.]

You did it! What more would you like me to say?

[At least for her, it's a satisfactory win. This Rider was a tough opponent and it took more than one try to really get an edge on him. It's the feeling of elation that makes it hard for her to choose words. But...]

... You did great, Cu Chulainn. It's your win.

[Lien smiles down at the hero after calling him his true name. There's a gentle, but deep admiration in her eyes that isn't concealed by her veil of inscrutability. It was as if she was allowing her true feelings to be unabashed as possible.]

I'll come down to you, ok? Not much else to do, but call it a night.

[lansaigh]

[ There's no doubt that Lien looks at him with a fondness that wasn't prevalent in the first few days of meeting him, and Lancer laughs about it, a low, private sound that would be inaudible to his master, way up there.

And, on a whim, he take a few steps towards Lien's vantage point, directly under her, and holds out his arms. ]

Come on down, then, little lady.

[ Does he need to spell it out? He hopes not. ]

[psychometer]

Oh!

[Lien was going to use the elevator, but she sees him hold out his arms and of course it clicks. Hrm. Should she...?]

... Ah, what the hell.

[She preps herself by taking a deep breath before dropping down. The funny thing is, she didn't feel scared at all. Lien feels she could fall a million times and instead of breaking apart and scattering into pieces, there was a possibility she would be completely fine.]

[lansaigh]

[ Sure enough, he catches her. He times it perfectly, drops his arms a little when he feels her weight falling into his grip so she's not landing too heavily: a consideration he affords her, if only because he knows that this probably isn't something she does very often.

One arm under her legs and the other up around Lien's shoulders, he bounces his Master once, twice. ]

Nice fall.

[ Preemptively, before she can say "nice catch". ]

[psychometer]

[Her braid has come undone due to the tie getting loose during all the action. At his remark, she laughs lightly.]

I'm getting better at it.

[lansaigh]

Good thing the Hound of Chulainn is just as good at catching as he is tossing.

[ He hefts Lien in one arm for the moment it takes to strap his lance to his back— how he manages that is anyone's guess. ]

Where to, miss?

[psychometer]

[Don't wish, don't focus on the touch, don't focus on the movements, don't...

Lien sways her head back and forth as if thinking as she holds onto Lancer, her long hair moving along with her.]

What do you usually do after winning a battle? My treat.

[lansaigh]

Feasting and finding women to spend the night with, mostly.

[ He says, with a blitheness that suggests that he's being more honest than teasing, but he knows how well Lien'd take to this suggestion. (Not well.)

Instead of setting Lien down, he starts walking with her in tow, moving out and away from the building into the streets of Shinto proper. ]

Hey, I'll take you somewhere good.

[psychometer]

[She snorts although not so much in derision as it is with humor.]

The former, doable, the latter, not so much.

[Huh. He's still holding her. She doesn't protest, but she blinks and is quiet about it, as if wondering how long he'd keep it up.]

Really? You actually have something in mind?

[lansaigh]

What do you think I do during the day, just sleep on your couch?

[ Mildly exasperated, but in good humor. He trots along the street, stops, and takes a moment to let his clothes switch to civvie gear. It only takes a moment, and he manages it without setting Lien back down. ]

Trust me, it's not bad.

[psychometer]

... Good point. [LIEN...]

Alright then, I'm in your hands, literally and metaphorically; lead the way.

[psychometer]

[ Continued Here ]