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Born into a family of Magus with a lineage that makes her brim with hidden (and formidable) pride, Rin Tohsaka is an adversary that could easily rival others in the run for the Holy Grail. And she only stands at 5'2". (Junior , girl’s dorm E-1)

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✟ a servant.

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The tanned fe .. male male looking down at the petite blonde. With as much regality and poise she looked down at the other, trying to maintain that friendly atmosphere. Though the girl, she had seen her before, and she normally had such a happy aura around her despite the deathly silence that came along with her. And this glare seemed a bit .. off. She silently minded that it must’ve been the cause of whatever was doing this to all of them.

That reminded her, as Archer, she needed to maintain the guise of a role model. At least, for now. So, all she had to do was act him Archer? She would’ve sighed if not for the fact that she knew the other fairly well. Rin’s now tall and masculine stature hovered over the girl, brows arching before—

“Is there any reason you’re staring or are you too embarrassed to speak?”

He used that special brand of cockiness that would make you want to punch him and at the same time fluster with embarrassment. So, for the moment, no, she wouldn’t move, not until she made the other prove their point thoroughly.

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Unfortunately for her, Tsuyukusa did a terrible job when it came down to keeping up with appearance. The most he knew about the young girl who is the original owner of this winged body was that she was a mute, and that was possibly the most difficult thing for the kodama had to deal with. Main fact being that he was possibly one of the loudest characters on the campus, even while he didn’t realize it.

And based on the appearances of the tall male before hi— her, whatever, it had brought tiny hands to be placed on unfamiliar hips. While it should be somewhat odd with the actions he was doing, the male was indifferent on the entire ordeal due to this situation.

And man did this guy piss Tsuyukusa off. Already.

It’s not exactly easy to tell someone to pop off when you’re a mute. So his comment had basically forced those lips to curve into what would be similar to Tsuyukusa’s. Or, at least, as similar to it as he could possibly make it with this body of his… which probably didn’t turn out to be much.

But being unable to respond verbally, he had simply shook the blond’s head. Having to push back strands of hair that just so happened to get in the way. Oh, just another thing to add on his list of what all annoyed him most about this day.

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When those lips curved into that demonic and rather scornful expression, Rin couldn't help but pause in her own charade and stare. Because that looked dreadfully familiar. She had seen that face before, the furrow of the brows, creases in face, massive and foreboding frown that matched with a grassy head of green. 

In fact, it was an exact replica. Save for the feminine features and lack of grouchy and slouching figure to go with it. She rubbed her chin inwardly for a moment, choosing to chuckle with the now matured and deep voice she had (she would never get used to the rumble in her throat--) as she spoke. She made sure to speak a bit loosely from how the other normally did, letting her shoulders slump. The plus side of all this? She didn't feel the least bit tired.

" ... Tsuyukusa?"

"Excuse me if I'm mistaken, this whole ordeal makes mistaken identity a common thing."

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✟ a servant.

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Tsuyukusa, on the other hand, gradually became indifferent over the entire ordeal and simply went through his day like he would any other. While figuring out the physical capabilities that this body had left him with little to do — which, he may as well add, disappointed him greatly. Let alone the events as of late in which he had to witness himself cry…

Just another thing on the list of things he’ll never mention to anyone.

Pushing the previous events intothe back of his mind, the kodama had decided that he continue on his day while attempting to do little damage on Nill’s reputation as he possibly could. Which would be easy with the little interaction he did in the first place.

Or, at least, the best he could to avoid these interactions. Which only proved to be an utter failure no matter how many times he had tried — yet he still notice little of it. And this situation just so happened to be nothing more than another bit of proof of how unlucky he was in his attempts.

Especially since someone just so happened to stop with the possibly dumbest look on their face. Only catching bits and pieces of whatever the “male” — who even knows, anymore — before the body of the young girl that he just so happened to have the misfortune to be occupying.

Because being mute didn’t exactly make telling someone to move out of your way easy. And if only Tsuyukusa was able to tell who was currently occupying the body of the male before him or he would have quickly turned around and walked off into the other direction.

But since he didn’t, have a glare. Or the best glare he was able to give right now.

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The tanned fe .. male male looking down at the petite blonde. With as much regality and poise she looked down at the other, trying to maintain that friendly atmosphere. Though the girl, she had seen her before, and she normally had such a happy aura around her despite the deathly silence that came along with her. And this glare seemed a bit .. off. She silently minded that it must've been the cause of whatever was doing this to all of them.

That reminded her, as Archer, she needed to maintain the guise of a role model. At least, for now. So, all she had to do was act him Archer? She would've sighed if not for the fact that she knew the other fairly well. Rin's now tall and masculine stature hovered over the girl, brows arching before--

"Is there any reason you're staring or are you too embarrassed to speak?"

He used that special brand of cockiness that would make you want to punch him and at the same time fluster with embarrassment. So, for the moment, no, she wouldn't move, not until she made the other prove their point thoroughly.

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✟ a servant.

Her eyes fluttered open, arms outstretching (though it was a bit odd, her arms were hitting things), and with little compliance on her body to get up, she had to force herself. She wasn't exactly a morning person and, quite frankly, splashing cold water on her face had always done the trick well. That, and arranging the dual tails on either side of her head to their natural state (though she felt the distinct lack of hair on her shoulders). She had gotten up, went to the bathroom, and finally opened her groggy eyes to see .. ..

" ... .. " if there were any words to describe her expression, or her face, it'd be a mix of pure shock, embarrassment, and anger. At the very least, that would explain her elevation in height and the fact she was-- yes, let's try and do this the rational way. Rational, yes, Rin had to think as calmly as possible .. 

That was, at the moment, very hard. When she had the glaring face of Archer staring at her, his brow arching when she would hers (that's because they are hers) and physique no where near her original. She cursed under her breath, not enjoying the spectacle. But there was nothing she could do about it, if anything, she had to wait and hope this would end. Or, take the matter into her own hands.

That thought didn't exactly occur to her as steadily until she walked out, dressed in rather casual clothing across campus because like hell she planned to do janitor work-- and then she wondered ..

"Wait, if I'm in Archer's body .. then that would mean .. "

He was in hers.

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✟ meeting. [closed]

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It would be an understatement to say that Rin hadn’t cared for her sister.

From the beginning, she knew that she couldn’t stop it. She was a child, and one who was loyal to her father (their father). When prompted where Sakura was, she would become crestfallen, small miniature versions of her now long and fluttering pigtails would hang low. It was the reminder that she was an only child, the only child and the successor of the Tohsaka family. And when the time came to accept that responsibility, with the dagger in hand and priest at her side, she did it with initial hesitance.

And then slow acceptance.

As the Tohsaka grew, even when she was small, the chiding and prodding thought of her younger sister clouded her mind. It would be inhuman to not, despite how cold and perceptive.. stubborn and insensitive she was. She had the concern and worries any older sister would, but she could not face her head on. Not like anything else she has, even with her brazen courage and confidence, to approach her with the proper introduction she had wanted was not something she could afford.

While the other watched her, there was no doubt that she initially ignored it (she was staring at someone else, it was as simple as that), but then the magus knew better. What rationality told her true, her wants (her heart) told her otherwise. Prior to the Holy Grail war she had gotten caught up in, she would take it upon herself to look after the girl when she wasn’t inside her home. 

Discretely at school, hiding between alleys while the girl had walked home, becoming her own secret yet private detective when she saw harm emit from a strange figure.

If she were to put it bluntly, Rin Tohsaka had always watched her.

But, of course, she could no longer admit that. It was something that she had to keep to herself since she was a Matou, and at that time was severed from Sakura. She could no longer play with her sister as their mother watched, it was too late for that. Time had told her otherwise that it was too late to make any mention of it, and she knew the truth of it.

All she could do was hope the other was happy, and with all her might, she would. To, maybe, make up for her lack of presence.

“Is there something you need?”

The one thing that troubled her was her presence here, not that she minded, but it was the fact that a war was taking place here.

She was in danger.

Her words came out as the other would expect, precise and casual in all essence. The question was to be expected, since her gaze long bore holes into the other. It was no question that she noticed the other, but she had noticed her long before she had called out to her. Though this occurred often, she felt the pressing need to speak to Sakura. The topic she wanted to address wouldn’t exactly be easy, though .. “Your gaze was rather consistent,” she pointed out, almost silently chastising her for doing so in the first place. 

It was impolite to stare, after all.

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Naturally, Sakura was the first to break eye contact, her gaze swiftly dropping to the floor almost instantly after her sister’s sharp words penetrated the shroud of doubt surrounding her consciousness. Hearing the unmistakeable accusation in the other’s tone managed to banish that incertitude, but not in the way the she wanted. Because now… now, the Matou magus knew for sure that she wasn’t welcome here.

It hurts. Why am I —

Hands tightly clasped behind her back, the lilac-haired girl dug the long, hard nails of her left fingers into the delicate skin of her right palm, using the physical sting of drawing her own blood to divert her attention away from the bitter, pulsing ache in her chest. Dull the pain, harden the heart… like always, detachment was her salvation. Now wasn’t the time to pine over hopeless wishes of things that could have been; her sis— superior was asking a question, and Sakura was being rude.

Purple locks swayed subtly from side to side as the junior shook her head, bangs of a matching shade conveniently shielding her eyes from the other’s glare.

“I - I apologize, Tohsaka-senpai. I didn’t mean to intrude… I was just… surprised to see you here.”

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"As am I," she responded, noticing the movement in the other and what it-- as she suspected, conveyed. She inwardly faltered, chastising herself for having to keep the distance between her and others. She would always let Sakura in just a bit more, but she had to be firm. She had to keep a firm line between friends and acquaintances, it was a natural habit for her. Just in case if anything were to happen, no one would exactly grieve over her departure.

One would hardly imagine that would be her reason, but even if she was a school idol that didn't mean she was bound to that mere title. She was a Tohsaka, a master, and a sister. But .. maybe the last didn't fit her, she wasn't very much of a good sister in comparison to how capable she was as a magus. They were two entirely different levels, from hesitant and watching from afar to confident and proud of her output levels.

"I didn't expect you to transfer here," but that kept a biting suspicion from escaping. She would ask later, maybe, if she were allowed the chance to. However, that phrase didn't exactly mean a bad thing, it was genuine. With Emiya here .. .. Rin's eyes were calm, as her movement and stance, the inner workings of her mind trying to solve something.

"You're not intruding, this is a public school so I doubt there's much to intrude on." she corrected the other, silently telling her that she had nothing to necessarily worry about even with her initially blunt and impassive words.

"How are you adjusting to the classes?"

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a new chance {lalala intro}

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Having just finished half of her classes and hearing the bell ring, the Tohsaka was prompted to return to her usual route up to the rooftop and sacrifice the time she should’ve been using to eat to think. She had been stopped midway her path by a polite voice, she assumed belonged to an older man. Rin put strands of dark hair behind her shoulder before picking up her tone to its usual glory. “There’s no need to apologize,” she began turning around to properly face the stranger.

The girl knew her limits, but considering she hasn’t felt much exhausted since her earlier encounter with a certain ginger, she would be fine for a menial task such as this. Bright blue eyes had widened, only by the slightest, as she took a moment to register what was in front of her. Or rather, whom. 

She would question this, most definitely, and she would become suspicious (was she not, already?) .. but, the way that he carried himself and, more importantly, spoke the Tohsaka name with such fondness that she could recognize from her earlier childhood … This was—

— “Father,” and dare she forget the family resemblance, she would’ve thought herself to be a fool. She momentarily chastised herself for failing to respond as quickly as she should’ve. “Of course I will escort you, it’s no trouble at all.” her words were a bit slow, some nervousness and a mix of happiness swelled within as she spoke. The magus made sure to correct her tone, trying to keep that same elegance and poise as it had before.

She didn’t want to disappoint him, after all!

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About to reply with simple words of gratitude, the magus already opened his mouth to speak, but quickly remained in doing so, eyes studying the young lady who had replied to him. She definitely wasn’t a stranger, a certain familiarity couldn’t be denied. No, she wasn’t just some girl of this academy. Her hair, her eyes, her voice; she could be no one but—

“Rin?” He spoke the name of his daughter, almost taken aback by the surprise of encountering her of all people. Of course this was a emotion he didn’t display; it wasn’t that he wasn’t prepared for anything possible at all and considering that obviously quite some years had passed since his lifetime it wasn’t that surprising actually.

The man nodded, silently accepting her offering. She really had grown a lot, but unmistakeable she had kept the attitude he always wanted her to have.

“How have things went for you?” He asked her incidentally. “Did your training went well during my absence?”

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There was a happiness that naturally swelled within her. She made sure to nod (albeit lightly) to confirm if her own words had not triggered the other. He wasn't the only one who was surprised to see the other, the Tohsaka still couldn't believe it. She smiled, almost wanting to touch the edge of the same burgundy suit he had always worn when around the house, but refrained from doing so. 

She was a big girl now (as ... awfully childish that sounded), she wanted to show her father how much she had grown. And to maybe prove that when he had passed, that his efforts did not go to waste. She had wanted to become a magus that not only she could be proud of, but the other, if he were to ever see her again. The thought was foolish, at the least, and she knew it. There was some sentimental value in the thought, she would conclude, and would continue to read whatever text she had been practicing.

But the matter of fact was that this was .. actually happening. And it was still hard for her to believe. All she knew was that she was a bit too excited ..! Rin didn't expect a hug, or perhaps a touch of hands--

--she was fine with him by her side.

"Everything went fine," she said, perhaps a bit too quickly but she calmed herself. "Yes, it worked wonderfully, father. I've progressed proficiently since your," she paused for a brief moment, trying to find the right words for what she wanted to convey, "your absence."

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Fate/reunion [Closed]

Shirou had only been in this school a short time, but so much had happened. He’d met and almost fought with Archer, he’d fought and died fighting Kotomine, he’d been brought back somehow and fought against Caster and Kuzuki, only to have them escape. He’d met Lancer, and Sakura, and many other people. New friends, old friends, and an entire score of old foes brought back from the depths of hell. He’d heard from Archer that Rin was back, meaning he was her Servant again.

How would she react to finding out that he’d been dragged into another Grail War? What was she even doing here? Had she left Fuyuki for the same reason he had? To escape the memories? Or had she followed him? No, that was too conceited a possibility for him to even consider. He’d left notes for everyone telling him that he was leaving, but he’d never even thought for a moment that anyone would be coming to the same Academy. Knowing Rin, she’d come here to further her education in some way. He’d managed to find out through describing her which class she was currently in, and he’d waited outside until the end of the period. As the door to the class opens, he waits until he sees the familiar sight of the girl he’d once been the pupil, and more, to.

“Hey Tohsaka. Long time no see.”

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Sadly, Shirou, she'd doubt she'd get any better of an education she did before she transferred. London had it's own tastes, but at the same time, it's own faults. She had a rather hard time adjusting, but she was at least thankful that she didn't have to do it alone. When she had exited her classroom, she didn't expect to spy a head of red waiting outside before she had even gotten past the crowd.

"Emiya," a formal term, but she decided that she would use this until she allowed the other. His casual address to her irked her a bit, and perhaps his presence -- in this school -- even more. It was her job to guide the other and watch over him, yet he managed (or was it she?) that dragged him into this war yet again. She would curse silently, if not for the fact that she had to keep the expression of small surprise up. She knew more than she let on, thanks to Archer.

And thanks to her knight clad in red, she knew even better that she would have to make the other know that what he was doing was not being approved of by the Tohsaka. 

At least, she assumed.

"What are you doing here?" 

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Get it right, get it tight

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[ Her ears were already ringing, and they were filled with a mix of shrill laughter and soon, the same voice twisted to a shriek as they connected foreheads. She could feel the sudden heat from the other, transferring between contact of skins. Rin let go unconsciously, the timing a bit off for she had meant to when her eyes had widened initially. Her hands dove to her own side, fingers becoming clenched into her palm in anticipation of what was happening to the other.

— She heard something. She couldn’t identify it by ear (but it had the sound of..) but could with her eyes. She glanced down, spying the small fragment of … skin? Her eyes immediately went up to the pig tailed girl’s, her expression reading confusion and alarm. She could care less of how tight the ribbons holding her pigtails felt, or how disheveled her hair looked.

Alarm, she felt it, and it was the first thing she had to address ..! ]

…?!

[ As the others voice began to distort, the magus took a step back, a concerned at the sudden change. Her feet felt like lead and it was hard to keep her demeanor strong. Rin had made sure to put some distance between the two, her mind and her gut told her that staying closer to the girl when she couldn’t fathom the situation wasn’t ideal. ]

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[The kaibutsu also took a step back. Her face felt hot and scratchy and her hands rose to cover it in attempt to hold it all together. But it was just so itchy and sticky she just had to tear it off. It had to come off. More insults slipped from her mouth through the cracks of her fingers as she fought the urge to dig into her own skin. But it was in vain and soon enough the monster’s fingers flung ferociously across her cheeks, gouging into her flesh and ripping away bits of skin that dropped to the ground.]

Y̨̛͕̟̞̒͆ͫ̽́o͔͈ͩ̆͒ͤ͂̇̊̚͘u͔̲͇̬̣͔̜̘ͪ̈ͪ̎̌͗̑͆ ̡̟̲̠̼̰ͤ̈́̆̋ͣͅs̞͖̦̺͍̑̆ͯͯ̔͐͆͘ţ̷̹͉̪͍͔̯̮͚ͧ͝u̡͖͍͈̻͉̮͎͛̔ͦ̏͆ͩp̩̗͌̇͐ͥ͠ḯ̷̙̥̞͈̍͐͑̀d̵̤̪͚̙́͑̎́͘ͅ ̱̮͕̣̺̃̐̌́̿́̚͠b̢̦̬͒ͤ͢i͎̪͚͇͆ͯ͗ͤͦ̄́̎͠t̻̥̲̬͂́͢͡ç̠̊̿ͨ͆͊ͨ̑h̸̝̩͖̹͚̦͖ͦͬ͆̚͠!̸̽҉̙̮͈̩̼͚̝ ͙̻̻̼͆͆͒̍́̒̕T̵̮̤͍̭̼̦ͨ͋̿͟͞h̴̵̦̩̖͕̱͕̄̈̈͐̏a̶͔̜͎̻̮̣͍͒̄̑͂̍ͮͫ͜t̨̤͊́͐͒̔̎͐́ ̵̛͓̝͍͕ͣ̓̃͜h̖̽̀u̲̣̐͑ͥ͊̍̇̈́r̹̬͕̠̼̙ͦ͂͐̈͜͡t͊͏҉͚̫̺̪!̨̫̗ͦͬ̋̒͐͘ ̩̟̯̔ͥ̏Ṫ̪̠̞͈͚̼̦̫́̂͂͛̋̇ͮ̑͟͟ͅh̓͏͎̫̬͍aͤ͆҉̶̰ť̹̖̟̃̑ͮ̽͒͂ͣ͟ ͓̪̥̗̬͎̋̾̀ͪ̍H̶̼̹̹̳̘̰̟͉̻̔ͧ̋͗͋̓͌̚Û̶̬̝̤̤̿͑ͬR̴̸̡͔̻̺̠͑ͣ̎Ţ̛̤̺̯̼̳̯͈ͭ͋̀ͮ͠!̲͈̘̹̱̹͙ͥ̄̀̒͂ͩ̃ͅ!̱̺ͮ̉̑̎͐ͣͫ͛ͫ

[The green grass surrounding her feet slowly became littered with bloody patches of skin and the kaibutsu let out a shrill shriek. Her face was completely coveted by red-stained hands. Finally after a moment of this her fingers separated like curtains that revealed a twisted deformity of what was once the girl’s face. However instead of eyes, nose, and the works there only lied a single enormous mouth, soaked with hungry saliva and dripping with other bodily fluids left over from the wreckage.

She didn’t say a word, but her actions conveyed her intent quite clearly. The other girl had already put some distance between them, the kaibutsu couldn’t risk her slipping away. So she began to run, full speed, arms stretched out.]

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[ She was awestruck, her breath hitching silently as she gathered herself together. Her mind told her to immediately run, to not stop to think, to just do it. Everything inside her screamed to get as far away, as far away from the girl as she could-- was she even a girl? That deformity ... no, she wasn't a girl. But she was something else. As the mantra inside her continued, she picked up her feet which felt like lead as she began to race to a safe destination.

There was no exchange of words.

Just the silent, but ultimate fear of what might happen if she were caught.

Rin knew the moment she ran, this was it. And she was well prepared to keep a good run until she was in an area where she could successfully inform Archer that she was in danger, or better, until she could find a way to lose this girl. When she picked up her feet, she booked it. With the other trailing behind her, she had to make a split decision between attacking or running. One way, she'd have to stop, risking a quick and gruesome capture. And the other, an inevitable race. 

There was one thing she had to do, and that was find an open area--! She needed to play to her advantages!

The magus pushed her legs farther, refusing to show the other what she had in mind. As she was told before, she had good legs, so she could last a bit until she found a field of some sort. She quickly took a turn, making her path completely random as to shake off the other. ]

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Honestly ...　

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first day [ open ]

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Oh she noticed that mimicking, Lancer, “And by whose standards?!” and she seethed silently as she decided to move one hand on her hip and the other drop to her side elegantly. Pouting rather childishly at the other, Rin’s bright blue eyes caught sight of the other’s casual action.. she doubted that he had trouble with where they were talking, considering this was the safest they could even meet by “chance”.. so she assumed he was—

“Then they must’ve done a lousy job on the perfection you claim to have,” she said jokingly, letting a bit of her wall fall to take some minimal joy in this. She let her lips slide up into a small, small smile. She refused to give the other the satisfaction to toy with it, after all. She doubted she would get another chance like this, so maybe bickering as per usual would be the ” perfect ” way to spend it. Her brows quirked silently upwards, observing the other in the silence between the responses as he yet again glanced around the area.

… 

…..

“I scared no one away!!”

“If anything your attitude scares partners away!” her suspicions were correct, but the way he went about asking it was not something she could not tolerate. A part of her missed the brief yet memorable bickering and a part of her was genuinely annoyed with it, and the fact that he always had those offhanded comments! After calming herself down, she huffed, “I simply left him to do some unfinished tasks, is all. I thought you’d appreciate the lack thereof.” 

“If you miss him that much, though, I can arrange his arrival?” she asked, not expecting an actual answer, as she flicked strands of dark hair behind her.

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“ Ahahahhahah! You’re ridiculous, Tohsaka. “

Rin was easy to tease, almost sinfully so, if one didn’t fear her plans for vengeance and inevitable retribution. Everything felt so calm and relaxed, the polar opposite of what the grail war truly was, and he almost wondered if the whole thing was a farce to explain their summoning. Lancer knew the thought was stupid and knew that he and the other Servants couldn’t have been summoned otherwise, but he entertained the thought, deeming it more interesting than some contrived plot to have them all appear at a school.

Her response brought a quick, smug smirk to his lips, arms crossing lazily over his chest while the man did his best to not look amused. Pay close enough attention, and any man can tell when a woman is embarrassed, flustered, or just a shade away from blushing redder than a tomato — even the coldest of women had a point that they kept held deep within.

“ Doesn’t seem that way, kid. Man, you really don’t know how relationships work, do ya’? Keep running him off and you might run him off for good. “

Oh, he wasn’t going to let her go without reminding her of that boy, and it seemed that doing so and mixing his words around a bit held the winning combination. With a shake of his head and a exasperated sigh, the Servant disregarded her other statement with a half shrug and redirected gaze.

“ Like hell, “ he spoke, his words accompanied with a soft growl. “ He’s too damn naive, and if you two start doing that annoying shit, I’ll have to kill you both myself. “

Sure, he had a bit of respect for him, but he could only handle Tohsaka’s boy friend in small doses. Of course, he wouldn’t kill her — she was a woman he favored, so she was off limits.

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The girl kept her mouth shut, as to teach the other that if he were to continue, it would be a very one sided conversation.

But as he continued, she looked elsewhere, suddenly finding the floor very interesting as she casually chastised her about how to deal with her own relationship. Begrudgingly, he was right, and the furrow of her brows and lack of answer showed it. "I'm not running away," she replied, confidence bursting through her voice as it always had. "I just have some business here, and I intend to end it quick," she continued, referring to the war that had made her pay the rather expensive (by now she only hated planes for their price--) ticket to fly from London to Japan, once more.

Again ... he was right, she crossed her arms, not liking the fact that he stated something rather obvious yet it seemed to be more of an insult than an observation. If anything, he plucked her feathers the wrong way with that comment. She tossed dark locks behind her shoulder as she stated:

"Lancer," she called calmly, her expression the epitome of her usual indifference .. except, there was a bit of brow lifting-- was that, curiosity?

"Are you jealous?"

She had to remind herself she shouldn't worry about him being one hundred percent true with his words, at least, his idle threats. They were on a more friendly basis, unlike their first encounter. She could easily recall the chill that was sent down her spine as he had spoke of killing-- her-- with such simplicity that it was just as common as breathing. The difference between then and now was astonishing, and a immediate improvement. 

Thankfully, she had a good set of legs on her. 

Rin was able to analyze just enough to jab back at the other with her own clever set of words, and she intended on following through. "I didn't know I had an admirer," she smiled cheekily, you could almost taste the tease in her words.

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[closed] here she comes here comes-

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Unlike the other, Rin was raised to retain that noble air about her. She was a Tohsaka, after all, a family with a lineage that went back as long as she could remember (even more so recite!). Within the Mage’s Association, it was no doubt that when their name was brought up, more than one head would turn. They were well known, and needless to say, masters at their crafts and fluent in their professions. 

Magic, being one of those. Jewels, being second.

“I think you mean overwhelmed—” she has dealt with enough people who have teased her to know what his tone meant!! She furrowed her brows, oh how she hated that cocky attitude of his ..! “—Nevermind, forget I said anything.” she corrected herself quickly, not letting him get the edge over her. “I’m not feeling overwhelmed in the slightest,” she corrected, crossing her arms and keeping her tone firm, ignoring the light heat on her cheeks from the slip up. “And nothing is wrong, Wally.” she responded, putting a childish yet mature emphasis on his name as he did hers.

The only difference was her’s lacked that teasing element, at the moment.

—!! No, she did not, she was just using it as an example! Besides, that would be the last thing to cross her mind, and it would certainly be the last for her to ever outright admit in a manner that wasn’t friendly or teasing. If he had mentioned her being adorable, while Wally would let his head swell, Rin would deny it or dismiss it. She’d like to think she had a mature air around her, not adorable. 

Rin had to hold back a snicker at his correction, though. She felt content, and let the smile on her face show it. It looks like her words reached him, and the magus felt a bit smug at this fact. “Well, the rules are simple. Since I figure we’ll both be running pretty quick, an even twenty laps around the track should be long enough to last a couple seconds. Whoever makes it first, wins.”

“Want me to repeat or did I go to fast for you?”

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He didn’t really want to say it, but the girl seemed kind of…well, stuck up. Still, that didn’t really take away from her cuteness factor, so Wally decided not to let it bother him too much. Maybe she had reasons to be stuck up. Maybe she really believed she would beat Wally in this race. Whatever, not his problem, since she wasn’t going to win.

“No, I definitely mean whelmed.”

Wally grinned in a very specific manner, intended to irritate her further than she already seemed to be. His best friend’s manner of dropping prefixes had stuck to him a bit, even more so now that he was away from him. He couldn’t help it, but he stated to chuckle a bit at how flustered she seemed, but he decided to hide those snickers.

He listens as she describes the race – twenty laps around the track? He could do that in 20 seconds flat, easy! If Flash were here, he could probably do it in ten. There was no way that Rin was going to beat one of the fastest people alive, no matter what her abilities were.

“You went too slow, actually, just like you’ll be going now.”

He chuckled again as he took his spot at the starting line, pulling his goggles over his eyes. Once the sign to go was given, Wally took off, running faster than the speed of sound and thanking that science experiment for his wondrous speed. He’d predicted a little wrong, and stumbled a bit on the stop, but he managed twenty laps in 23 seconds. Close enough.

Now how had Rin fared?

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She sighed under her breath, crossing her arms before turning her back to him, clearly preparing for what they were about to do. She reasoned bringing a timer wouldn't do much help, in this case. It would be simple enough to see who had beaten the other to the finish line first. She dismissed his retort, looking a bit exasperated at his overall attitude before adjusting the jacket she had on. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered before adding a 'geez'. Honestly, she could only handle so much in one day!

And Wally, was one of those people she would either (begrudgingly) come to accept or treat as a fellow competitor, after all, she was one for competitions and had come to naturally love them. They made her thrive and strive for her goal, letting her determination and stubborn qualities mix in a canvas of iconic red. Rin noticed his own preparations, silently impressed, as she raised her brows in observation. As her mind began to calculate, she clucked her tongue. "Alright, when I give the signal, we start," she said absentmindedly, knowing he was listening without having to check.

Magic circuits flared, exerting prana in check. She quickly concentrated-- her hand raised, index finger pointed upwards as thumb was outward, others curled into her palm-- in one quick motion, the hand that resembled a gun soon shot an orb of black, immediately fired into the sky as if it were a simple bullet. 

The race had begun.

And as quick as the other took off, she had vocalized the spell that slipped past her lips so quickly, assimilated the magic needed in one measure with such expertise, that she need not force her legs off the ground. She needed no momentum to gain her speed--

"Vox, gott es Atlas——!”

She was nothing but a red blur in motion.

Strands of black waved behind her, legs pushing themselves as she was immediately fired up, she would've laughed if not for the chance in time. As they would pass each other each lap, the slight change in speed (when thinking about it, it was a tiny fragment but it made a big difference), leaving her with a finishing 25 seconds, barely hitting the mark. She was close to a one second difference, but she might've underestimated the other. When she could've sworn she overestimated just enough.

As she gained her breath, thanking the situation that she wasn't using this spell in a life or death situation like the last, she groaned lightly, "Haah," she was still a bit breathy but her voice was steady in her words--

"I was pretty close, too." 

A casual observation, at best.

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✟ meeting. [closed]

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A glimpse. A small, second-long glimpse would have been enough. To see those long, flowing pigtails and familiar emerald hues even once — that was all Sakura wanted. Why? To be honest… she had no idea. (Well, she did, but it wasn’t something she was willing to admit or even acknowledge.) It was just… she… she didn’t need a reason, okay? It was just a short glimpse.

That had been the easy part. Even in a totally new environment, surrounded by complete strangers, Rin Tohsaka had always stood out from the crowd — at least from Sakura’s biased point of view. With their last classes only a few rooms apart, the violet-haired misfit had successfully sighted her target mere moments after the end of day bell had rung.

She didn’t know what she had been hoping for. A smile, maybe? A wave? …She really was a silly little girl, wasn’t she? Even if the other could see her from a hundred meters away, it didn’t mean that Rin would notice her. Sakura had realized that a long time ago, so why was she letting herself long for something that would never happen? Why now? Because they had changed schools?

It had been an impossible dream, but she had wished for it anyway.

Of course, nothing had changed. Just by glancing at her, Sakura could tell that Tohsaka-senpai — nee-san — was as cold and proud as ever. A distant stranger, like always.

She should have just turned around and left then. With her dreaded suspicions confirmed, there was nothing left to see. Lingering around would only hurt her more.

So why… why was she still here? The hallway was nearly empty now, the hoard of hungry students having quickly dissipated, with just a handful of figures remaining. Sakura, too, should have been at least halfway back to her dorm now. Instead, she was carefully inspecting a windowsill at the far end of the passageway.

Because Rin stayed behind.

It wasn’t — !

… Fine, so maybe that was partly true. To say that Sakura wasn’t curious as to why her older sister had decided to deliberately loiter alone here would be a lie. Was she meeting someone? Could it be to do with…

Shoulders stiffening, the girl suddenly because startlingly aware that she was being rather… conspicuous. It hadn’t been a problem just now, since her slight frame had been shielded by the crowd. However, as the last of the other teenagers trickled out of the hallway, it occurred to the young Matou that moving might be a very good idea. It didn’t have to be far. Just around a corner should be —

“ … Sakura. ”

… Too late.

Lavender locks falling over a complexion now flushed scarlet, Sakura turned, head bowed, toward her elder sibling. Clouded violet orbs peered hesitantly into sharp viridian, the owner of the former knowing full well that she had been caught in the act of… not exactly spying, but close enough.

“Y - Yes, Tohsaka-senpai?”

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It would be an understatement to say that Rin hadn't cared for her sister.

From the beginning, she knew that she couldn't stop it. She was a child, and one who was loyal to her father (their father). When prompted where Sakura was, she would become crestfallen, small miniature versions of her now long and fluttering pigtails would hang low. It was the reminder that she was an only child, the only child and the successor of the Tohsaka family. And when the time came to accept that responsibility, with the dagger in hand and priest at her side, she did it with initial hesitance.

And then slow acceptance.

As the Tohsaka grew, even when she was small, the chiding and prodding thought of her younger sister clouded her mind. It would be inhuman to not, despite how cold and perceptive.. stubborn and insensitive she was. She had the concern and worries any older sister would, but she could not face her head on. Not like anything else she has, even with her brazen courage and confidence, to approach her with the proper introduction she had wanted was not something she could afford.

While the other watched her, there was no doubt that she initially ignored it (she was staring at someone else, it was as simple as that), but then the magus knew better. What rationality told her true, her wants (her heart) told her otherwise. Prior to the Holy Grail war she had gotten caught up in, she would take it upon herself to look after the girl when she wasn't inside her home. 

Discretely at school, hiding between alleys while the girl had walked home, becoming her own secret yet private detective when she saw harm emit from a strange figure.

If she were to put it bluntly, Rin Tohsaka had always watched her.

But, of course, she could no longer admit that. It was something that she had to keep to herself since she was a Matou, and at that time was severed from Sakura. She could no longer play with her sister as their mother watched, it was too late for that. Time had told her otherwise that it was too late to make any mention of it, and she knew the truth of it.

All she could do was hope the other was happy, and with all her might, she would. To, maybe, make up for her lack of presence.

"Is there something you need?"

The one thing that troubled her was her presence here, not that she minded, but it was the fact that a war was taking place here.

She was in danger.

Her words came out as the other would expect, precise and casual in all essence. The question was to be expected, since her gaze long bore holes into the other. It was no question that she noticed the other, but she had noticed her long before she had called out to her. Though this occurred often, she felt the pressing need to speak to Sakura. The topic she wanted to address wouldn't exactly be easy, though .. "Your gaze was rather consistent," she pointed out, almost silently chastising her for doing so in the first place. 

It was impolite to stare, after all.

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✟ jewelry infantry.

Infested.

She tensed, her body deflecting any oncoming attacks by dodging, dodging, side stepping, pivoting-- simple but effective steps that would leave her to do anything but parry. They were fast, and did the most simple thing they could do in big numbers when they weren't otherwise preoccupied with hands scraping against the window, staring blankly until loud, loud, loud steps would ring in their ears. When their heads would turn and register through animalistic instinct: 

Food. 

Meat.

Prey.

"Ah----!"

She grunted in surprise, choosing to take a route clockwise to make maneuver the violent slash thrown towards her. Steps resounding through the halls despite the presence of so many flesh eaters, Rin ultimately decided that while this event was a mere mess on her otherwise untouched plate, she'd have to be one of the many to try and end this. Though the magus knew that they were students, and though barely recognizable, held some importance to those they knew.. her rational side convinced her that her main priority would be her own survival.

And second, came others. She was in a well populated area, with other survivors, she assumed, so the next thing came giving them a safe and secure route to exit. The third would be to acquire an antidote, because she definitely couldn't go visit her counselor nor go to her clubs with this ruckus. It simply wouldn't be tolerated, "This is a pain, after all ..!" she spoke aloud, distracting herself from the impeding danger around her. "Geez," she muttered, giving herself a push--

--it was a good thing she left Archer at home today. 

"Let's see how long this'll take!"

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July 23rd, 2012: ISSUE NO. 001.

Hello everyone! While I know you must all be preoccupied with the recent… turn of events, I proudly present to you the first issue of the Tancho Times! This will be a brief paper for reasons twofold— my poor planning and the apparent zombie apocalypse. 

Here, I’ll introduce the sections that will be in every issue.

You must all be busy killing zombies at the moment, but there is never enough time to pick up a newspaper and read! 

Regards, Clive Dove 

(Post-Salutations: I’ve amassed a few tips on surviving a zombie apocalypse under the cut, if it may interest you.)

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First issue of my beloved Tancho Times, here to be read at your bidding.

I believe this came out… relatively well.

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How about a plan? | averageone

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She was thankful that he had quieted down for her to properly read. As he made his own movements to reach that level of comfortable that he often relaxed in, she flipped another page, content with the silence. 

She took another sip of the freshly brewed tea, some relief coursing through her veins. If anything, Archer had gotten better at the flavor. Not that it already wasn’t, the very first time she requested him to make her tea the taste was remarkable, and passed her boundaries easily. This was no exception, and she would have to remind herself to praise the other before the day ended. 

— Pushing herself? “No, not that I’m aware of.” she sighed under her breath, a bit surprised at how easily he caught on. She wasn’t going to tell him, that was for sure, but her expression said what her words didn’t and that maybe, just maybe he was right. “Archer, they’re just classes. I managed perfectly fine before and you didn’t seem to insist back then,” she didn’t see why he was being so protective of her now when he knew she was capable. But, if it cost the safety of his presence, then she could see the urgency.

She turned her head to the side to speak to the other when his arm snaked its way around her shoulder and his head nearing—

“Wha-” she responded.

“W-What do you mean together ..?!”

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“Please. Like if you’re simpleminded ways could ever lead me to believe anything you say. Other than the connection we have with the seals, you could never feel me, Rin.”

Just as the man said, she could not fool his sense. Sure, she was able to attend classes back then, but the extra baggage of clubs were tiring her out when she would once sit at her desk and relax her body. Even for the magic that bound them together, his cunning thoughts were always one with what his master. Rin is such an easy girl to read for an experienced adult, mind you. One could even say she might have just finished a race before coming to her dorm room. Not that she’d risk the Archer fading away for a silly little race, right?

Grip on her shoulders tightened, his chest pressed against her opposite shoulder. The look on her face was just to tempting to let fade away, he’ll push just a bit further this time. Hair brushed against hair, tilting his was to use her small stature as support while he pretended to doze off. His act continued with some mumbles from his lips. This was a sort of punishment for not taking things more seriously. rin had been an ideal master at times, but when left alone, she’d do some pretty stupid things. 

At this point, Archer could have been asleep on Rin’s little head. Eyes peeked open to gaze upon her mood now from all his toying. Trying no to laugh himself out of it all was difficult, but he got the job done. Now all that was left was to say a few things in his ‘sleep’ and get her worked up…

“R-Rin…you…transfer….kiss~” Tired servants needed it, Rin.

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OH....NO>> She definitely wouldn't risk Archer fading away due to a ....... silly .......... race-- haha ..! Okay, so maybe she tapped into some of what she planned to preserve and not use for personal means and only for special circumstances. That could be considered special, right? She tensed, only slightly, as she tried to keep her composure in tact.

"I am not simpleminded, Archer." she denied and scolded, sighing as she flipped another page of the book in her lap with some exasperation. If he was going to pull anything, she hoped he'd choose another time. She wasn't up to much else other than sleeping or relaxing, and she most certainly didn't plan on the former. She tried to dismiss his attempts at getting closer, and sadly, succeeding, but it was hard when his stature began to outweigh hers, causing her to lean over unexpectedly.

Her actions seemed gentle, she was trying not to awake the now sleeping servant, after all. She owed him this due to her own childish (and competitive) neglect in her actions. She'd be silently cursing the person responsible for such a race if not for the fact she was busy with the random, and seemingly innocent mumbling. She would have to endure it, she reasoned, and let the other rest on her as she adjusted his position softly every now and then.

Despite how he thought she'd take it, perhaps there was a light blush on her cheeks, but otherwise she endured this treatment of his as she normally would've. He could hear her sigh, her own tired physique catching up with her. She took hold of the cup of tea he made her prior and took a sip of it in the hopes of it making her vision clearer.

But then--

-- WAIT!!!

"A-Archer," HE DIDN'T ... EXPECT HER TO ... Did she .... hear right? The magus stiffened, her cheeks turning an even deeper color at his words and even more, when she wasn't even sure if he was serious or not. "You .. can't be serious?" it was more of a plead, if anything, that she mumbled under her breath. She was hesitant, and if anything, frozen at the words he spoke.

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a new chance {lalala intro}

Disbelief and horror were the both most fitting words to describe how Tokiomi Tohsaka felt when taking a look at Tancho Academy. He had no other choice but staying at this place; his master residing here made any other opportunity equal to zero. Summoned as her servant it was his duty to never leave her side and fight every enemy for her sake so she may obtain what she desired.

He knew that better than anyone, after all he had been part of the previous war, in another role though, but the rules always stayed the same. Oh just how many years had he spent with preparing for his own war just to lose it and get killed, but fate had given him another chance and this time everything would go according to his plan and victory was his for certainty!

But!! This wasn’t the only purpose of his mission at this school. People had changed so much in the times when he had been dead, their behaviour was horrible and was something he couldn’t stand no matter what. This had to be changed and he wouldn’t give up until things were brought back to normal! Honor and pride seemed to be words which were left forgotten in those times and everyone was acting in such a pitiful way that just bearing it for one more second was too much for him. Oh this misfortune to be summoned in this period of time.

And how he couldn’t wait til performing his first class as ethics teacher! This was his chance to educate some of those terrible students and to show them what really mattered in life. Sooner or later they would be really grateful for that, that was for sure.

Unfortunately no one had given him a plan to his room. What an unorganized place this was, but now he was here, ready to change it. Not too much though, a Tohsaka didn’t put himself in the center of attention that easily. For now he had to rely on others though.

“Pardon me for interrupting what you are doing and for stealing your time, but may you guide me to my destined room? My name is Tokiomi Tohsaka and I am the ethics teacher, so I would highly appreciate your help.” He asked the first best person which didn’t look too bad. First impressions could be so horrible wrong though and he wasn’t paying too much attention to them like he usually did, being too absorbed in the chaos of his surroundings.

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Having just finished half of her classes and hearing the bell ring, the Tohsaka was prompted to return to her usual route up to the rooftop and sacrifice the time she should've been using to eat to think. She had been stopped midway her path by a polite voice, she assumed belonged to an older man. Rin put strands of dark hair behind her shoulder before picking up her tone to its usual glory. "There's no need to apologize," she began turning around to properly face the stranger.

The girl knew her limits, but considering she hasn't felt much exhausted since her earlier encounter with a certain ginger, she would be fine for a menial task such as this. Bright blue eyes had widened, only by the slightest, as she took a moment to register what was in front of her. Or rather, whom. 

She would question this, most definitely, and she would become suspicious (was she not, already?) .. but, the way that he carried himself and, more importantly, spoke the Tohsaka name with such fondness that she could recognize from her earlier childhood ... This was--

-- "Father," and dare she forget the family resemblance, she would've thought herself to be a fool. She momentarily chastised herself for failing to respond as quickly as she should've. "Of course I will escort you, it's no trouble at all." her words were a bit slow, some nervousness and a mix of happiness swelled within as she spoke. The magus made sure to correct her tone, trying to keep that same elegance and poise as it had before.

She didn't want to disappoint him, after all!