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@anerointheknee
“How can I hel-”
What in the fuck? A swarm of bees? Where did they come from all of a sudden? Nothing like this had happened since last year. Was this some kind of joke or another bizarre occurrence?
“Ahhh, shoo! Shoo! Go away!“ She did her best to wave them away, but that only seemed to agitate them more.
“Wretched things -- Just as we radiate beauty like fountains of gold is no invitation to take a sip!” Nero shouts. “You’re an annoyance!”
And out comes the sword. “Away! AWAY!”
“How nice!”
“I didn’t expect anyone in this pigsty of a city to notice my beauty, buuut I guess there’s always some people that can surprise me.”
“Of course.” She puffs.
“There is no one in this universe or the next one with such a keen eye for beauty as me... Sad that not everyone can be born with such luxuries, however! How I weep for the rest who have thought otherwise towards you.”
LOG10 by そーき Fate/Extra
“An apolo…”
Wait a moment. This girl… she recognized this girl. Her memory was spot on, after all– how could she forget? The girl that tried to command squirrels without at all having the ability to do so. And here she was… in her bathtub.
“Just hold on a minute!”
“Yes, it’s rude. But it’s even ruder to break in to someone’s home while they’re away to use their washroom in the first place! Don’t you have a home of your own? I know for a fact that the apartments have places to wash yourself as well, so there’s no excuse for you to break in to my home here to use my bathtub for your own needs when you should have your own, wherever you live! If there’s anyone that should be receiving an apology, it’s the person whom owns this place– me. But what matters most to me more so than that is that you explain yourself to me! Why are you here using my bathtub!?”
She spoke that all at a rapid fire pace– drilling her words in to the other’s skull with a hand on her hip and another hand extended slightly– index finger pointed and waving around slightly. She didn’t allow the other to get even a single word in before she had finished speaking.
It was the typical manner in which Kasen lectured people.
And she’s off.
Meanwhile, Nero finds this to be the perfect amount of time to lather shampoo into her hair and rinse it, eyes half-lidded on an expressionless face. It wasn’t that she wasn’t listening, she heard every word, but Nero does what Nero wants in Nero’s own time, and if that time happens to be when someone is complaining to her then so be it.
“Are you finished? I’m ready to respond, but I wish not to interrupt you.” Despite this, she goes on ahead anyway.
“You ask why I am here? Well. I will grace you with my answer: I was looking for you but the house was vacant when I arrived. Waiting around in this heat was treacherous, thus I treated my patience to a bath in your absence.” She finally looks Kasen in her eyes, focus away from fingers that lightly skimmed the water.
“There you have it, so do fetch me a towel as is custom of a good host.” She says, smiling warmly with confidence.
anerointheknee
Kasen had been coming home infrequently, the past few days.
It wasn’t out of personal dislike towards her home– though she didn’t much care for it in the first place– but rather, it was out of inconvenience.
The room was small. Even for one person, it felt small. Perhaps it was because of Kasen herself being too used to the confines of her dojo, but regardless, it bothered her. As did the locale, really. The abandoned library proved fruitless upon research, and otherwise clogged the air with mildew.
It wasn’t terrible, no. But it wasn’t great either.
But still, as Kasen returned to her home, she couldn’t help but find the door unlocked. And what’s more… she noticed the bathroom was being used.
She was quick to take action as a result.
“Who’s there?!”
Slamming open the door… she remained in a battle pose, staring at the individual who was using her bathtub as their own with confusion.
-- Ah.
Lids peel away and reveal curious green eyes that stare at the intruder now posing as if she were about to attack. Nero, however, remains relaxed as she were, sitting pretty in the warm bath with rose petals strewn about the water’s surface.
She stares but a few moments before moving her elbow to perch on the tub’s edge, fingers barely breaking into the warm pool that surrounded her. Head canting to the side, she takes her time in addressing Kasen.
“It is most rude to barge in a washroom when it’s occupied... If we were back in my palace I could have you beheaded.” Her other hand waves slowly as if to wash the notion away. “Alas, my heart is too kind for such a wicked deed. Just an apology will do. Alright, I’m ready.”
murderousmorality
“Excuse me, citizen, could you po-- Ahhh!?”
“From where did this swarm of bees come...?!” Suddenly, bees; hundreds of them -- ! Why!? Where!?
photohideous
“It is always good to see someone in this city who cares for personal hygiene and appearances.”
“Umu, I commend you for the efforts you must go through! Or could it be just natural beauty...?” AKA, congratulations on your face.
ensurer
“It’s a beautiful display.” She remarks aloud, striking up a conversation with the nearest stranger so naturally. Staring at the large fountain before them she tilts her head.
“But why, I wonder, are all these bronze and silver coins piled in the pool? Some form of donation? I see no sign, no indication nor prompt for coins to collect there...”
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Only 1 {hakuno}
It had only been a handful of days since this catastrophe had begun, and already had Hakuno played victim to the efforts of her own double. Had her life been lost that night, or had she been spared? To be honest, her memories were fuzzy about the whole ordeal from the wounds she’d sustained. But time had passed, and she felt a lot better now. She was an AI, her wounds didn’t stick around as long as they might a human’s. And if Saber found out, she’d only blame herself.
Hakuno didn’t want to put her through that.
“Saber…!” Upon encountering her Servant, the Master was quick to wrap her in a tight embrace. She’d known Saber would be fine with all her powers back, yet she’d still been worried that something might have happened to her, since they hadn’t been in contact.
Brown eyes moved from the woman’s gentle eyes to the blade at her side. So she was better equipped, it seemed. That was fortunate. After several moments, she let Nero free. This likely wasn’t the time for such touching reunions, not while nowhere was safe. “…What are you doing here?”
Relief comes with the comfort of her Master's arms around her, if only allowing her just a moment's peace in this danger.
Once released from the embrace Nero immediately goes into Servant mode, having found that which she needed to protect. From here on out the Emperor would be ready and willing to lay sword and neck on the line.
"What am I doing here?" She repeats, quirking a brow with honest confusion. "I was searching for you!" Worries slip through composure and turn her words to bullets of scolding, but not only at Hakuno.
"How could I let you stray from my side, in this savage Hell that has come upon us now of all times!?" She takes it back a step, realizing her emotions are now tainting her speech and cadence.
"Nevermind it, at the very least my heart can rest easy seeing you unharmed." Her Master was tough, after all. Glancing over Hakuno to scan for any signs of injury, Nero then readies the very sword that grants her usage of the title ‘Saber’.
“Quickly, Praetor, there is no path to safety not stained in struggle -- at your command, my blade will come to life!”
“…”
Damn it, the other had a small point in her idiocy. That being said, someone like this just bothered the girl more than anything.
“Hmph. A show, huh? Right, right… but, I can think of something more entertaining than listening to your attempts at making me deaf. Hold still.”
Whether or not the other was listening– Tenshi firmly doubted she was– she took a glance the other’s feet, before she stomped on the ground. In response, a keystone popped up from one of Saber’s feet, and instantly jutted upwards to knock her off balance, or on the ground.
“Hah, like that! That’s much more entertaining.”
“Now if I could only get your ego to take a stumble as well…”
Unbeknownst to the schemes of the peach-hatted stranger, Nero continues to sing loud and proud as if she really were facing an audience of 1,000 instead of 1.
when suddenly her voice jolts and wavers, her balance thrown by the sudden presence under her foot.
The Servant teeters and totters several steps before firmly digging her heels to the floor, knees bent into a stance akin to preparing for battle.
“...”
She looks to the ground, to the girl, and stares.
“...Hah, that was on purpose of course!”
“The next portion of my show shall include a marvelous dance!” And there she goes, ballet-ing all around.
Only 1 {hakuno}
An overgrown garden of chaos in continuous bloom surrounds the Servant as she ran, sword in hand, through the streets. Though she had been thrilled to receive back her powerful state and weaponry, any excitement transformed into a panic-filled duty.
She was not afraid for herself, not when she had her abilities and strength to her disposal. Yet, still, worry plagued her mind and stained a wavering image of long brown hair and eyes.
Hakuno Kishinami, the only person in the world who Nero could claim to love as much as herself, and more. Separated from her, how was she faring in this haphazard hell? Nero dared not think of it -- her Master had wit and willpower, she had to trust in her.
"Praetor!" Feet pounding, sword swinging, vibrant emerald eyes scanning the surroundings. Again, she'd call, fighting the frantic concern that gnawed at her throat.
"Praetor! Show yourself, pray tell where are you!?"
Hakuno was glad Nero was happy, truly. She’d thought about this before, but how much happiness had the girl had in life? From the tale she’d been told that time, and from the hints she’d picked up in her speech, it was likely there wasn’t much. One couldn’t live in happiness when they were constantly wary of being poisoned or killed otherwise, even by their own family.
While Hakuno also hoped that there would be no actual float of flowers to ride upon, since she had no intentions of being so blatantly in the spotlight as her Servant so enjoyed, she couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.
She followed along, saying little at first while they were hand in hand. They of course garnered unwanted looks, mostly because of Saber’s garb, but she didn’t really mind too much. “You want… a flower crown? I could make one, I learned the other day…” When one had as much free time as she did, such things came natural. “Also…”
They were still walking, but she tugged her Servant a little closer. “Saber, I was thinking… You’re probably pretty lonely when I go home, aren’t you? What would you think about moving in with me? I could ask Kanbaru-san…”
“Mm, yes! A crown made from the finest flowers!” Nero’s voice bounces around in excitement, coloring her speech with a vibrancy unique to someone as flashy as her.
"Roses are a must, of course, an--” And suddenly, the color drains, leaving the Emperor with a cold expression of sinking realization. While it was true she became rather lonely returning to an unrecognizable room with unrecognizable people, saying it so blatantly in publiclike Hakuno knew exactly what she was talking about was a little humiliating!... Of course, it was true. And of course, Nero rather liked that Hakuno knew so much about her... But humiliating.
However that was not the main issue here, no. A name that rolls off the other’s tongue with such friendly casualty, it sets the Servant’s sensors off immediately.
“Ah...?”
“Kanbaru... ... ...” She’s quiet for a while, one might have assumed such a heavy silence would be accompanied wth a deep emotion -- But soon this matre atmosphere is broken with a pout. "Obviously, I-I would need to be by your side! And -- Not only for protection, but to think you’re already getting so friendly with the inhabitants here! I...! You must be careful! For what if they’re to poison your food and steal your liver!? Or, or worse, your heart!...”
The issue was clear here, yet Nero had no intention of outright stating it. A big ego is a fragile ego.
“What song? Is that obnoxious rant of yours a song? Please.”
She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the other.
“Who are you talking about, anyways? Didn’t you notice you were scaring people away from you by shouting all this nonsense? You’re messed up.”
“… Did you hear me? Or is your ego so loud you can only hear yourself?”
Like a car screeching to a halt Nero’s movements paralyze, expression suspended over the edge of snapping. The way this girl kept interrupting her performance was getting quite aggravating.
Sharp eyes turn to the stranger, narrowed as she ponders over the other’s words.
And then, unexpectedly, a smile shows up.
“...I see.”
“Though annoying, I am not a stranger to this type of passive-aggressive affection through a thorny, insecure tongue. Perhaps the area has cleared, for reasons unaccredited to my song, but here you still stay vying for my attention. An audience of one is still an audience who deserves a show, indeed! Come, feel free to bask in my glory!”
Twirling a step away to pose, Saber starts to sing again. “Who do you love ever so much? SABER!”
Stop being so... wait you're perfect already.
“Umu! There is no need to remind me of what is already known.”
...The huge smile on her face says otherwise.
"Stop being so -" finish it in my ask.
“… Hey, are you even listening to me?”
Without thinking, bonks the other’s head with the back of her hand.
“What kind of dumb name is Saber, anyways? How uncreative.”
“Hah--!?”
Whipping around with fierce confusion in her eyes she stares at the blue-haired girl who had been so bold as to attack her like that.
“Pray tell this is just ignorance that clogs your throat, girl!”
“Did you not listen to my song? Saber is the best and most prominant, I will say it again --” Huffing and inhaling, she begins to clap again.
“EVERYONE LOVE, LOVE, LOVES ME BECAUSE I AM... SABER!”
