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Wish upon a coin and throw them down a well.

Keep this wish a secret, don't ever tell.

...and its bound to come true, huh?

Cheria felt a sigh escape her lips as she looked down at the quarter on her palm. The idea used to be romantic to her. How a simple fountain or well could grant you one wish. Now here she was, at a war where she was given the same privilege, in exchange for getting rid of all those who stood in her way.

I guess...things don't really come that easily do they?

Frustration bubbles up from within her, and she throws the coin as hard as she can, sending it in the direction of the Trevi Fountain.

She may have been thinking too much, or perhaps she was not able to control her strength that well. For what happens after is that the coin is sent hurtling past the fountain, the crowd of people gathered around it, and finally, hits the brick wall of a nearby church. Despite it being a mere coin, it had embedded itself deeply in the same way a powerful bullet could have done. Then again, not even bullets could accomplish that feat.

Startled, the pinkette awkwardly coughs, her face roughly turning the same color as her hair. She just hoped that no one was able to notice that superhuman display of strength...

#the birth of railgun cheria #guerra open

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o1 . emotive pianist

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It’s less the sensation of a potential threat and more a curiosity spread by the ever-growing crowd that had Yuri stepping into the building, his stare flickering between heads until the source of mass interest was finally identified.

A pianist nothing short of professional, it seemed; the piece played was of a gentle nature far more calming than what one may have expected from a soon to be soldier. Even knowing that, the peaceful song was appropriately welcomed and wholeheartedly adored by the awed spectators about them so much that, despite his general indifference for aesthetics, he was impressed.

A moment of hesitation on her part revealed that his presence may have been noted however, causing him to shift subtly enough out of sight once her eyes briefly scanned over. It had never been his intention to draw attention nor interrupt what had been a perfectly fine performance, but there was little that could be done concerning the innate senses gifted by the grail.

It’s only when the song comes to a close that he faltered, hesitant on whether an approach was truly proper. Perhaps it was the flash of pink coupled with that certain bashfulness, but his gaze no longer sought to meet hers, drifting instead as a sigh was released.

“Cursed even after death— just my luck.”

Among the applauding audience the vigilante would turn, unsuspectingly heading down a hotel corridor to find a less conspicuous exit. He’d reminded himself that she carried the aura of a servant before one of familiarity, and that he’d need to treat the situation as such should the circumstances one day become as bad as he imagined. He only wondered if the sentiment was reciprocated, added complications not exactly on his to-do list, but not all that terrible given the encounters he’s had with other servants and masters thus far.

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The end of the melody was accompanied with loud applause, and she felt her heart swell from warm feelings and pride. The pinkette was never particularly confident of her skills as a pianist, so she was delighted to see that a large number of people had enjoyed her performance this much.

Cheria stood up from her seat and gave the crowd before her a modest smile and a thank you. A few of them even went up to the podium from where she had played out Chopin's piece, shaking her hand with glee. The color of her cheeks seem to have intensified from all the attention (if that was even possible) and she had to excuse herself to escape the throng of people intent on making her "a rising star, the second Chopin"; talent scouts, they called themselves.

As...thrilling as that invitation may be, she highly doubted she'd have the luxury of time to perform in front of people again after this.

The crowd slowly thinned. Amber optics scanned the crowd frantically as they tried to find the individual she had felt from earlier. Ah. Over there! Thanks to the talent scouts who moved out of the way and unveiled his position, she was finally able to locate him. Even among people wearing fashions of varying colors and sizes, to her he stood out like a sore thumb. Unfortunately, long purple locks was the only clue she had of him, as he had already turned on his heel to leave.

Cheria took after him, finally catching up to the vigilante at a corridor just down the music hall. "Um. Thank you!" She called out to him from behind, giving him the same modest smile from earlier. "For listening to my performance...I mean."

It didn't matter if he was a potential rival in the war. Taking to mind that he probably already knew she could be his enemy in the future and yet, still listened to her piece until the end...well, that meant a lot.

#sshhhhh mun-chan here understands #tales nakama *makes a brofist*#astrerier

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this was taking too long. he’d come for a war, not for a waiting period, yet here he was, wasting his time away doing absolutely nothing except walk around this city. not to mention the fact that it had lost it’s novelty the first time he came here with Canaria, so there wasn’t a whole lot to do here that he hadn’t already done

the boy was lying down on the side of a small hill, waiting for night time to head back to where his master was staying. but a shadow threatened to destroy even this.

"Oi, if you block out the sun like that I’m actually going to fall asleep" he told the figure creating the shadow.

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Cheria strode down a path overlooking a river, bright pink locks flouncing with each step she took. She had spent most of her time roaming around the city, wiling the time away until the promised day. Rome was indeed beautiful, and she felt it a shame that it had to be involved with such a cruel game.

Not that she could really talk. She had agreed to be a part of it after all.

The pinkette passed by a blonde probably a few years younger than she (well he looked the part physically anyway) and the moment she did, she felt a surge of energy emanate from the other. That surge of energy was all it took to give her the insight she needed for his true identity. This made her freeze in place. How could a boy as young as him be involved in this war?

"Oi, if you block out the sun like that I’m actually going to fall asleep"

She blinked and moved out of the way. "Oh I-I'm sorry. But..." She peered down at him from above with curious eyes. "...you'd best move to another place. You'd get a sunburn lying there. The heat's particularly intense today."

#casualgodslaying #oops have a curious pinkette disturbing your peace #izayoi...*spazzes*#gotta love mondaji's badass of a protag

o1 . emotive pianist

Cheria turned her attention to the piano in front of her, lightly fingering the edges of the expensive looking instrument. She couldn't believe that such an exquisite piano could be played by anyone for free. The houserules of the hotels of this world were quite different from where she came from.

She looked around, before shyly sliding into the seat and setting her foot against the pedal by the furthest left. Her fingers settle onto the black and ivory keys, a sigh escaping her lips as she gently presses a finger against the middle C.

-and just like that, the melody starts to form. Pressure makes the mood and timbre rise and fall, sweeping the beautiful melody through the quiet hall of the hotel. The music sheet displayed before her was of a foreign tune, entitled: Waltz Op. 70 No. 2 in F minor, a piece created by a gentleman they call Chopin.

Even with the thoughts of the war burdening her, the gentle melody takes her away. Her heart gets lighter with each key she presses, and a smile graces her features for the first time since she arrived in Rome.

"Oh..."

From her peripheral vision, Cheria could see a crowd forming from behind her, enthralled by her performance. She felt her cheek heat up in embarrassment, but went on concentrating on performing the song properly for her audience all the same.

Huh...? Wait...this feeling...

While it was true that a group of people watching her play made her feel uneasy, another unexplained feeling creeps up her very being as she feels a certain someone's gaze on her among the crowd. Cheria looks over her shoulder, but there was so many people that had gathered that it made it hard for her to pinpoint who it was.

There was only one thing she was sure of however, and that the person in question who was giving her this queer feeling is involved in the impeding war about to taint the whole of Rome a scarlet red.

#guerra open