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emiya shirou ⚔ 衛宮士郎 ([personal profile] peopledieifkilled) wrote in [community profile] 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. ]
spaceforged: (I got the magic hand!)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2017-08-25 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Rider.

[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.
spaceforged: (Concerned for everyone else? You bet.)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2017-08-26 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He exits the shed and the cool night winds hit his face as his battle gear fades away. Rider turns to study his surroundings while his lion paces out after him. He lays on a hand briefly on it, looking like hems touching air.]

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.]
spaceforged: (Have to reign in the space cats.)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2017-08-28 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
That explains a lot. [He turns to his master as the dirt is kicked up enough to give the impression of a massive shape coming up to his side.]

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.
spaceforged: (Leader leader so much talking)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2017-08-29 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. [He winces at the mention of humanity. The eyes glowing in the dark over their head narrow. Rider puts his hand out and the eyes move down, visible to Shiro now. A giant shape is barely discernible.]

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.
spaceforged: (Black Lion standing tall)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2017-08-30 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Didn't intend to. [His opponent walks slowly towards him, a long lance held point down as he strides sedately into their midst. Tassels sway with every step he takes and Rider walks out to meet him. The Lancer steps entirely out of the shadows. His helm is a dragon's face, the visor up. Flaring wings on the sides match the tight fitting dragon scale armor covering every inch of him.

'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.]
Edited 2017-08-30 21:36 (UTC)