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yamaboshi2017-08-24 08:51 pm
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[ It was by complete accident. There was a flash of light in the storage shed and then the feeling of his hand pretty much on proverbial fire to the point where it hurts. There's definitely something on his left hand now, and it's something that's unnatural. But when he looks up again, what he sees is even more strange than that.
A person, appearing out of nowhere before his eyes -- like some sort of magecraft. But that's supposed to be impossible. At least, he's certain that he couldn't be the cause for it all, given that he's not exactly a good magus.
All he can do after all, is reinforcement, structural grasp, and projection magecraft. And two of the three he can only do with a limited amount of success.
So he can't help but eventually work his mouth in a sheer attempt to say something. Anything. ]
Who... are you?
[ Absolutely nailed it. ]
A person, appearing out of nowhere before his eyes -- like some sort of magecraft. But that's supposed to be impossible. At least, he's certain that he couldn't be the cause for it all, given that he's not exactly a good magus.
All he can do after all, is reinforcement, structural grasp, and projection magecraft. And two of the three he can only do with a limited amount of success.
So he can't help but eventually work his mouth in a sheer attempt to say something. Anything. ]
Who... are you?
[ Absolutely nailed it. ]
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[He walks slowly further into the light. Every step sounds loud in the sudden stillness. His memories are vague but, his connection to this magus feels weaker than the others. He kneels down, offering his hand to him.]
It seems like you're in a bit of shock. How about we talk about this outside?
[The Black lion shifts under the veil, and the shed fills with a low rumbling growl. His eyes still on the Magus that summoned him forth, Shiro speaks.]
Settle down, there's nothing threatening around.
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[ The confusion in Shirou's voice does not shift in the slightest bit, although he definitely grabs the hand that's given to him to pull himself up.
Normally people who participated in the Holy Grail War would know what's going on, but not Emiya Shirou. ]
Ah... outside should be alright. Nobody else should be around besides this late, and it's spacious.
[ One of the good things about living in a Japanese mansion. ]
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How much do you know about what just happened?
[His eyes are on the stars. He always finds it easier to talk while looking at them.]
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Besides the fact that you just showed up? Nothing.
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You summoned me. That makes you one of seven Magus to participate in this era's Holy Grail war. We can't fix that. Like it or not, you're going to have to fight eventually.
The other masters will come for us. [A lion's rumbling snarl echoes in the yard as he steps closer. Yellow eyes flare a long way up as he lowers his voice.] Right now I can't fight at my full strength. If you use one of the command seals on your hand to push me that far.
I'll burn out. You'll be defenceless.
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[ It's that alone that causes Shirou to feel confused, brows raising to question the situation he's in. It doesn't make any sense. ]
I don't have the magic circuits to do a single summoning, much less summoning a human...
[ Or something that looks similar to a human, at least, from his comprehension. ]
The command seals...? [ He glances at his hand with the markings that indicate that he is a Master. ] You mean this?
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I think you have it confused. We're a heroic spirit called to fight for you for the grail. Your connection to us is too weak for me to ultize everything we can do. That's the first thing-
[He jerks his head up as a crash from the front yard slaps at his senses. He turns to face it and the shape at his side lifts its head.]
...looks like we're about to be tested. [His hand sparks and ignites with purple light as a blue clad stranger walks towards them. The shape at Rider's side fades until it can't be seen. His armor returns. Faint flickers of memory drift up of a red armored man moving fast towards him. The black lion's roar. Voices. Faces. He waits.]
Let me fight freely. We can repel Lancer but only if you let me fight without orders.
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[ Because 'heroic spirit' means 'ghost', or something close to it, he assumes. All this language, however, is going right over his head. But that isn't important right now, as he hears the ringing of bells from the Bounded Field, however weak it was.
Although this whole thing, being tested, fighting, it's all news to him. And it's all too much. ]
Fight? Wait, why-- [ He doesn't need any grail, and more importantly, did he say the Holy Grail? Like the stuff of legends? ] I...
[ He's hesitant. He doesn't know what to do. ]
Alright. But you can't- you can't kill them.
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'Well, a man of the future. I wonder, what did you do to become beloved of others? Usually, heroic spirits of your ilk are faceless and the weapon is what it held in high esteem.'
His own visor partly rises up as he holds out his Nonsparking, energy infused hand. 'Have to say fantasy characters are rarer than I am. Rider.'
'Lancer,' The other takes his hand, clasping warmly and up close he can finally see the man's golden slitted eyes and the ginger colored cat tail that the Black Lion had fed him images of. 'You know how it is. Everyone has a dream. Every story has a hero and some of us beloved enough become real.' Lancer lets go and his own chest with his fist. 'Complicated sometimes. I was summoned like this. To be the freedom in the skies and carve my path in a blazing road of light.'
Rider smiles a bit and laughs. 'How do you want to do this?' No asking him to turn back. His voice. His eyes said it all. Lancer drops his visor down and searing red eyes flare within the slits of the helm. 'How else? We have a go at each other. Give me a good show, alright?'
Blue threads of light rise up in glimmering dragon coils and a dragon's roar shakes the yard. Rider leaps back as the lance splits the air too fast to be more than a blur. They clash in the ring of steel and the hum of energy as it cracks on the air.
Flower petals swirl and dance as the fighters twist and slash. Rider's eyes flare yellow, matching the brilliant scarlet of Lancer. Lancer grins, his teeth a white flash in the dark. 'Pretty. Going to show me what you can really do now? I only have so much time to play with pretty boys like you.'
He shouldn't. But Lancer grips the center of the shaft of his spear and turns it sideways, a flat line against his body. The blue coils of a dragon whirl faster, the eyes in his helm burning azure to match. A dragon's head forms above his own, the coils all becoming more real, jaws open wide.
He has no choice now. He steps back away from the sudden pressure of azure light and lines of power that spread out of the dirt. The Black Lion kneels down, opening its mouth just as Lancer calls out. 'Give it all you got.' Yes, he quite likes the smaller man with his slight accent and dazzling smile.
He sits down in the Black Lion's chair and displays light up. The veil that obscures it from all comers falls away as the Black Lion rises back onto its feet. It shakes the world harder than the dragon's cry had with a challenging roar and Lancer grins wide. 'Dance with me, beautiful.' The lion shoots upwards in a burst of rockets and Lancer follows, wrapped in a dragon. Their twin roars, lion and dragon echo down towards the ground.]
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But regardless of all that, he can't seem to look away from the ensuing fight that's been captured in his eyes, something that would stay there, in his own memories for the rest of his life. That much is certain.
Awe seems to fill his expression, and even though he wants to do something, to move his feet, work his mouth, anything, he's instead stilled to the ground, feet rooted there as his his subconscious was quietly telling him that he had no chance of helping, much less doing a single thing. He knew that one single misstep could lead to his very own death. And that wouldn't be good, considering his dream of becoming a hero of justice.
So all he can do is watch, even as his mouth works out the single word- ]
Rider!!
[ He can't just stand still like this. Not when he's a magus, the supposed 'Master' in this fight. Even if he knows that it's useless, that there's no point, he still has to. ]
Trace, on.
[ He might fail. But it's better, as they say, to die trying than to die doing nothing at all. As long as he can get the parts right then maybe he can do it for once.
And what shows up in his hands is a rather crude sword. Even if the situation is being handled, there has to be something that he can do while those two are fighting. If that's another Servant... there has to be a Master somewhere, right? His eyesight is fairly decent so he can spot things from far away that most people can't, since he's enhanced them with magic. ]