Iron and Glass

The boy that wanted to become a superhero. A superhero that would save everyone, even if it meant risking his life. He still cherishes that ideal, but learned to stop with his suicidal ways, and protect himself. Independent Emiya Shirou blog. Timeline: Post Unlimited Blade Works

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I’ve been absent for quite a while, I’d say, and to be honest, it’s because I forgot this blog even exists.

Embarrassing as it is, I’m back, and I’ll start doing RP things or something.

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A red demon indeed, and he only fueled it’s fire. 

        “What am I doing here???!” She repeated him in disbelief, her voice still booming with anger. Her eyes were sharp and boring a look of rage into his skull. He could try and run if he wanted but.. There was no escaping this. Rin hands now clenching into tight fists as she took a step towards him. Such closeness might be considered intimate if she wasnt spitting fire at him. “Are you even serious right now?! Our meeting, you idiot! I waited on the roof for an hour!” She scolded, her fist now lifting up near her face and shaking with anger. The only thing that might quell the beast would be an apology. Might.

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Rin’s outburst blew him back 5 steps, and he would’ve gone at least 10 meters if his house wasn’t in the way. What she said was true, he did forget about a meeting. Even worse, he forgot what the meeting was even about. Must’ve been really important if Rin had to walk all the way to his house, possibly fuming along the trip.

“Sorry about that, Tohsaka. Maybe some curry will help you calm yourself.” His first mistake was offering someone curry to someone that might kill him in the next 3 seconds. That doesn’t compare to his second mistake, telling Rin to calm herself. A simple apology would’ve sufficed, but the nonchalant, teasing tone in his voice solidified his fate.

He is going to die. He is going to die. He is going to die.

At the very least, he will not have to worry about the spoon still swimming in the pot.

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maidenburnt:

How interesting- the Ruler class gaining a Master. In most Grail Wars, it was unnecessary for one of her class to need a Master- the Grail itself providing mana to sustain her. Yet complications had arisen, separating her from the omnipotent spirit- resulting in this very state. Oh but how simple of a solution, the woman not needing to even speak a word to accept him, connecting them. It took no longer than a breath for her appearance to once more take form, Laeticia fading away and Jeanne replacing her.

❛ Shirou— ❜ His name falls from her lips like stardust, sparkling and magical all on its own. The feeling of it gives her strength, fills her veins with life. She may be only a Servant now, less than she once was, but the comfort she felt from him was enough to give her strength tenfold. Her voice grows in strength yet still a bell-like whisper- her thanks gracious. ❛ Thank you… You may call me Ruler for now if you so wish. ❜

“Hold on. Ruler? Is that even a Servant class?” Despite being a subpar magus, he still knew the basic mechanics of the Holy Grail War. 7 Servants are summoned, each of them assigned one of the 7 classes. Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker. He did not know of any Ruler class. If a Servant’s class were to be the definite descriptor of a Servant, then the Ruler class would be beyond anything else.

A servant that rules all. Was this a bad decision? Making a contract with what can be considered the Master of all Servants? Can he even maintain someone of that caliber? He can’t answer a single question, not right now.

“Are you hungry? I have something cooking inside the house. Maybe you’ll like curry?” The only thing he could do right now was satisfy his Servant. Better to feed Ruler food than humans. The boy walks back into his home, motioning with his hand for Ruler to follow him.

If there were to be any ill intent coming from the Servant, the Bounded Field surrounding his house would catch, and he would be forced to kill her on the spot. He isn’t cold-hearted, but staying alive is his second highest priority. 

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I should stop making promises. 

Okay, here’s the deal. I will write the replies tomorrow. Guaranteed. 

If I don’t, feel free to unfollow me for my incompetence. 

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✿✯

I graciously accept your flower and star! Eventually, I will give out my Skype name, so be on the look out for that if you wanna plot.

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Okay, now I said I would be doing replies, but I really have a lot of work on my hands, and writing is the least of my priorities.

I promise that I will do them in the weekend. Not a pinky promise, though. I don’t want to jam my pinky on the monitor.

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As a matter of fact, I’ll work on those replies tomorrow. I had a lot of work to do, and trying to write will make my brain explode, possibly literally.

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Stood next to a million dollar car and stole some coconuts. Quite the productive vacation.

I’ll get to those replies eventually, maybe.

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As a note, I will not be active until the 27th since I’ll be heading to Florida.

And the Tumblr mobile app shouldn’t even be called an app.

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The voice that reaches out to her is warm, gentle. Jeanne imagines a hand stretched toward her own, offering help or camaraderie or something else- she is unsure. Her body is heavy, limbs like rocks, unwilling to move toward the warmth- the mana the voice has. Perhaps if she could just- no. It wouldn’t work. She was too tired, too drained to force this body to move any more. Laeticia was exhausted and it would take some time before she would be ready to suppose Jeanne’s soul as she had up until this point.

She groans, trying to show any indication that she is indeed alive, however near unconscious she is. The person, male she thinks, is not a heroic spirit- nor does he seem to have any ability worth regard.

At his question, violet eyes open. Through sheer will she forces herself to sit up, fingers instinctively roaming about for her banner, her security. It has long since spiritualized along with her armor, leaving her in Laeticia’s school uniform sans blazer.

❛ I’m— ❜ she begins, touching a hand to her forehead. Her question comes and seems absurd, seeing as she is the one who has landed upon his doorstep, nearly begging for aid. ❛who are you? ❜

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The situation was worse than he thought. She was already beginning to spritualize away, but he was not going to let that happen. The last war, he lost his Servant due to his own stupidity and naivety. There is no way he’s gonna let another one disappear in front of his eyes. The girl actually looks similar to his old Servant, but only a maniac would think they’re the same person.

He only knows two ways to give mana to someone, and he was not gonna do one of them to someone he just met. The other way was to form a contract. He didn’t know the intricacies of making a contract, but so as long as both parties have mutual consent, it should work, but that’s only hopeful thinking.

“You can call me Shirou. From here on forth, I will be your Master. You can agree to that, right?” He didn’t think he ever had to say those words in his life. He only joined the Holy Grail War out of chance, and now it’s happening again. The difference is that he’s more experienced. A year ago he could barely manage to keep a Servant in the same plane of existence, but now, he could do it way better. Yet, he’s no top rate magus. He’s just a boy made out of swords. 

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Perhaps she should not have expended herself so during that last scuffle. Neither of the participants were removed from the war, resulting in the futility of the act. Without a master, she regains mana at a slow rate, leaving her weak and open to attack.

It is in front of an unassuming home she loses consciousness, Laeticia no long able to stand upon her feet nor keep her armaments corporeal. Jeanne curses her foolishness, darkness enveloping her vision.

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The mana force that he felt was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. But even after that dreaded war, he still knew exactly the kind of force it was. He was growing fatigued, but he still mustered the energy to get out of his bed. The source was getting bigger and bigger; he walks closer and closer.

Don’t do it.

He slaps his brain and continues walking. Someone was hurt, he had to help. It was in his blood. The act of helping defines the boy. Not helping is death to him. Yet, most of his near death experiences were because of his naive ideals. But there is no hope for him, it’s just what he has to do.

Reaching the front door, he opens it and heads outside. Nothing could prepare him for what he saw.

“This is a Servant!” To think he was going to use that term again. It was unfathomable, but he walks towards it.

Go back inside. Don’t talk to it.

Once again, he ignores what his brain is telling him and listens to his heart.

“Are you okay?”

[ofgemstones]

       Still no answer?? Oh, he had to be pulling her leg. This had to be a joke. And a very poor timed one. Her brows was tightly knitted and her teeth were gritted. Rin was twitching with anger. With a roar of anger and pummeled the door again; Louder and faster beat now. Her whole body being throw into her fist knocking pounding at the door. She will not be ignored.

       “Shirou! Shirou, you open this instant! Do you hear me?? This instant!!” Her shouting could probably be heard a few houses down.

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The noise is getting louder and louder, stronger and stronger. His worries were growing just as the door was growing, making his steps towards it. The moment he opens that door, his life will be over. If he were to just give up and hide, he knew that door would no longer be apart of the house. Suck it up and open it, that’s what he did.

A red demon, bursting with anger and the intent to kill. He was gonna run away, but after checking his eyesight, it was just Tohsaka. Not that there was any difference.

“T-Tohsaka?! W-What are you doing here?” He knew he was forgetting something, but giving a dumb question would at least give him and answer, even if he loses his arm in the process.

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♦ @aceswords

        One knock should have been enough. That would have been the correct and normal way to get someone’s attention so they would answer the door. Just one simple knock of three beats.. But her patience grew thin. This was the second time he went home and forgot about their meeting. Her anger was already bubbling over. Some partner he was– leaving a girl alone at the school and making her walk all the way to his house. Her brows twitched just thinking about it.

        Not even a full minute later, her fist rose and bore down on the door. This time it was a MUCH louder bang. If he made her wait any longer she might take the door down.

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Steam and heat emitted from the cooking pot in front of him. It was a heat that made a boy whose life was always around fires sweat. He stirred the steel pot with his trusty wooden spoon, a perfect circular motion representing the experience of his cooking skills. He heard a faint sound, just barely reaching his ears. Not worth looking, cooking is more important.

The sound got much louder. So loud, it made him flinch and drop the spoon inside the pot. There is no way he is sticking his hand in it. Taking his apron, he walked towards the front door, still sweating. But this sweat was not coming from the heat, but his own worries. A feeling of forgetfulness.

Wasn’t someone supposed to be here?

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✿✯♡

I will accept your flower, star, and heart with some gratitude! Sending me this isn’t gonna make things faster, man. 

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✿✿✿ !

I will accept your flowers with gratitude! As for RPIng, um, I may or may not make a starter, unless you want to plot something out. Whatever you prefer.

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If you want to RP with me, send me a ✿. If you want to plot with me, send me a ✯. If you enjoy seeing me on your dash, send me a ♡.

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Now I can officially say that I’m gonna start RPing. I’ve been busy the past few days, haven’t even touched this blog for a while, but now I got the motivation.

Please make starters, I suck at them.