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Arjuna had to understand that even if she was accepting him as her Servant, she didn’t know how to be a Master. It sounded simple and everything, but it wasn’t. First of all she was a woman of Science and that meant he had to be more exigent with himself to show her that he had no trick under his gloves and he also had to use terms that were too uncomfortable like ‘friends’. It even sounded idiotic.

He made his Noble Phantasm to fade for now as he’s returned both of them to the real world. None of the people outside realized and they were making their life. All that energy wasted he hoped it was worth her beliefs. And it seemed so.

“You don’t need to understand it all at once, Autumn. Take your time. I can explain more of yourself or me later or in any other day.” He smiled kindly to her. “You can call me by other ways, but never Arjuna when it’s in front of others, that’s a name only you and me can share. You can use Archer whenever you need to call me for something. I can use Autumn instead. But ‘friends’? I don’t feel it for now. I’m sorry. It’s awkward to call each other friends when you don’t even know how and why you’ve Summoned me.”

When he's set both of them in the same place, she wondered if he was an extraordinary being capable to generate white holes. Such term could apply to objects in the Universe that could transport matter and energy from an A spot to a B spot in the Cosmos in such a time span no other element could. Usually, these objects were known as hypothetical structures found in the nature--- not created by any being. Yet, considering his peculiar performance. . . she could not discard this possibility.

——❝Yes, I suppose you're alright. Archer then.❞ She nodded. A long pause formed afterwards as she started to overthink the situation she’s got in.

Calling someone by a kind of last name in front of others was weird. What was even worse ---however-- was that the only reason she’d meet with others like her would be in a situation that would settle both part as enemies. How Arjuna was still faithful to keep at her side was a great mystery.

——❝May you & me confront others in battle in a certain future. . . it makes me nervous. I know nothing about this at all and your life depends of me, basically--- of what I know and I don't. Eh. Wanna drink something ? College has some cool stuff and now we know each other maybe we can just chill & not think about the mess we've got ourselves in. I invite. It's unfair for an otherworldly thing to pay his stuff with a stranger.❞

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He allowed the inspection, no matter how uncomfortable it was to have her so near. With no proofs of a trick under his sleeves he was sure she was going to start trusting him finally, but she’s tried to search for further explanations once again.

“It’s a Command Spell.” Calling things by the name he spoke. “Only a few humans have them. With this, you can contact any being who’s made an important change in the History of Humanity to participate in a Holy Grail War. Beings like you and me are wandering near and far right now, waiting for us or others to meet them in a battle, and only one of them can win. Victory granted, we have a wish to make. There are special cases a Servant is Summoned outside the Holy Grail Wars, but I don’t know where could fit a Master without knowledge about herself and her own skills. I also wonder if the color of your Command Spell has something to do with it. Generally they’re red but yours is blue.”

Archer knew that this only wasn’t going to convince her so he separated a bit and closed his eyes, concentrating his energy into the palm of his hand. The sky went dark and starry and the ground bloomed with lotus flowers. A blue orb appeared over his palm as he held a bow in the other hand.

“You wanted less words, didn’t you Master? We must start by the basics but since you’ve refused your origins I think it’s fair I start by what can be my Noble Phantasm first. I will explain you later. Now I want you to answer me two things. Are you still skeptical about me? And most important, are you worthy becoming my Master?”

Rose relied in the roots of logic & science to explain things out, but if she wanted to understand him fully, she had to shut her mind up & listen his explanations. Regardless of the arduous efforts she's made to comprehend his vision of the world, the possibility of entities belonging to a ( possible ) past entering into a competence just for 'a wish's sake' escaped from all she interpreted as logical sense.

Moreover, his persistence in the azure lines over the back of her hand has called her attention. In her eyes, such traces signified a mistake whose origins she has buried in the void without volition. By the manner he handled his arguments, he seemed to know about it even more than her. Though, what would come afterwards has blown her mind. It resembled a psychedelic vision of a distorted dream, composed by an unique landscape she could only witness during dreams. Perhaps she was just having a lucid one again, who knows---

Her skepticism remained until its last moments, even when it seemed it was starting to fade. For her, everything relied over fine threads of logical explanations, no matter how romanticized it could sound like.

——❝Let me try to build the puzzle according to the piece you have given me.❞ The slight shiver on her tone indicated certain intimidation towards this creature, yet she didn't allow it to belittle her spirit. ——❝When you came to me you said that if I rejected your services, you were going to take your life. Now you tell me that this tattoo of mine isn't one of the silly things one tends to do at times but a bridge between the past and present... if this is a dream, it's such a crazy one. But--- a part of me feels this is not a dream at all. Seeing that you urge an answer, maybe I have no other choice than accepting you as my. . . servant. Just let's try not use terms like master and such. Why not friends instead ? I feel weird about this and I still need to process what this whole thing means at all. ❞

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He expected awe from her and when he’s got a different answer, he felt disappointed. But it also confirmed that she wasn’t at all familiar with magic and she was sided with Science instead. He had a harder work than other Servants bonding with their Masters though it wasn’t going to stop him.

He released her and slowly moved his gloves away, extending them to hers to inspect them. “I have nothing to hide to you, my Master. And no. This was not a trick. What you felt is part of what you have in your blood. Believe it or not, Science plays no role in here.” Extending his hands at her he spoke.

She grabbed the pieces of cloth carefully, checking over almost every fiber. Rose had a good sight, thence she didn't need glasses when it came to examine an object in full detail. There was nothing that strengthened her theory. No LED lights, neither any pieces of dust ---not to mention magnets. The clothes' material lacked of any suspicious sewing nor texture.

Then she looked at his hands, widely open & showing up right at her direction, fully disposed to a check. With four fingers of her left hand holding its grip tightly on the gloves' fabrics & his right hand free, she traced her fingers over his skin. The trick should be hidden somewhere else. Her nails dug over his palms softly, rubbing the tips in circles as they attempted to find anything that could tell that this skin was fake & the real 'magic' lied underneath.

...she's got nothing that would be unusual in a person made of flesh & bones.

Her expression was one picturing confusion more than any other feeling. Eyelids wrapping her silvered gaze in a protective manner, lips forming a perfect and ambitious line intending to extend beyond her ears level, slightly puffing her pallid cheeks. Pupils wandering in different spots across Arjuna’s figure restlessly.

——❝...so you say... you think that you... you BELIEVE that you know the origin of the marks on the back of my hand, huh ?❞ She turned her eyes to him. ——❝Can you be more specific about it, Arjuna ? What do I have in my blood ? Is some kind of component that activates some weird glow in my hands upon physical contact with certain kind of beings ? Is the tattoo's ink magnetic, somehow radioactive & radiation doesn't affect me ? T-this is getting weirder the more I think about it & that's scary.❞

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endowcdhero:

The gesture she faked said it was time for the action. Any Servant would be eager to demonstrate the best of their abilities to her but Archer knew it wasn’t the right time to do it with so many people witnessing. He could still show he was a Servant and she was a Master with not much more than reaching her hand.

“Do you know where the marks in the back of your hand come from? Because I do. They are why this is even possible.” His gloved fingers traced the blue lines drawn on her skin as he looked at her gray eyes. The lines emitted a dim light as a sign that he was right about her from the beginning.

She did not expect simplicity in his moves at the moment he took his hand. Even through the fabrics enveloping his extremities she could notice his surface temperature--- colder than hers.

It was true that she didn't remember nor knew the origin of the marks of her hand, though according to her sister, a car accident has driven many memories of hers to the void, thence she guessed that one of them had to be the moment she made that tattoo. Though, if she had to judge by herself, colors like blue weren't her taste. She would have opted by warmer ones like red or orange.

When the lines started to glimmer, she furrowed. It felt like if something inside her would be sprouting from underneath her skin, like blood--- except it didn't hurt. It had to be an illusion. Something that could emit warmness located on his fingertips, or even a material composing his gloves. Even if they looked like regular fabrics, they could have some kind of small LED lights somewhere combined with particles of a certain dust that could create what she was witnessing together. It had surely do something with magnetism, otherwise she couldn't tell why she felt something of hers was being pulled this way.

——❝You’ve managed to turn an apparently faded memory into a dreamlike vision. Now, that's such a good trick ! I feel like the light's coming from me. How did you do that ? I have a guess involving magnets, some kind of magnetic dust and LED lights under your gloves but wanna make sure. Put your gloves off, I need to show it to my sister. No worries, I don’t have intentions to spread this out. I know how to keep a secret.❞ She was eager to learn what he had under his sleeve ---or gloves, in this case. Certainly, Rose had a strong bond with her younger sibling & they both taught each other knew pieces of knowledge of this kind just for fun's sake.

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flowersofchaldea:

Gogh seemed to shrink away slightly whenever she saw the fright on her master’s face. Perhaps she was being too forward in her actions. Then her master smiled at her and she found herself to be smiling back. Negativity melting away under the sign of kindness.

“I’m happy to hear that. I’m not sure the portrait that I create would be up to the standards of the historical Van Gogh but I believe that you will make an excellent subject, master.”

She let go of her master’s arm and walked across the room. In the corner sat an unused canvas. Gently, Gogh picked it up and held it in her hands. For a few long moments, she simply stood there admiring it. She had never attempted to practice painting in her original life but the skills implanted by her spirit origins made creating art feel natural. It was strange but she had come to appreciate the ability.

She continued to hold the canvas with her left hand but reached out into the air with her right. A paintbrush seemed to appear from nowhere into her grip. Its tip already dotted with a small amount of red paint.

“Would now be fine for you, master?”

She made her best efforts to maintain the calm and avoid the questions popping up inside her head. What could do what kindness couldn't--- the student just had to repeat this premise to herself silently until finding the right moment to start clearing things out.

Before saying something, all Rose did was to contemplate her companion. There was hesitation in her words, perhaps even timidity. She couldn't precisely tell. Now, heading her thoughts away from scientific logic for a moment, she pondered how a portrait of hers would look by Van Gogh's hands, that should for sure be a honor for anyone of her kind. Any Master would float in flatter upon such otherworldly suggestion. Though, there she was. In an observant attitude.

When she was mentally pondering which tools her companion would use, the nothing itself has materialized in one of the essentials--- a paintbrush; and then its tip tinted in a strong red color. She opened her eyes wide as a light gasp has stopped her heartbeats for a second. Like a child taken away by the outstanding nature of a magic trick, she left her jaw fall carelessly as her mind attempted to process what just happened.

An answer would delay seconds in come. Her daily obligations weren't relevant enough to result affected by her stay on there. She didn't even mind to put into more formal clothes.

——❝...Y---yes, I think we're okay. Is it fine where I am or... do you want me to put into somewhere else in particular ? Never been painted before so... But I heard artists sometimes asks their... models ? To uhm... you know, pose and such.❞ She was quite surprised, and her rushed questions simply tried to shield all of that.

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endowcdhero:

This girl was like the sea, passing from the calm to a fierce storm in less than a minute. He understood why anyways. He was clear for anybody familiar with Holy Grail Wars, Masters, Servants and the magic that connected them to Earth but not for someone who believed in none of them. Deprived of this knowledge, all Autumn did was to mix what he said with things of the world she knew.

When they made eye contact, he’s felt her energy even more as his doubts faded away. That was the gaze only a Magus worth to make a Contract with him had: sharp like his arrows. And then he saw the back of her hand. It could be wrong, but what he’s seen looked like a Command Spell except it had a rare color. That had to mean something special and Arjuna wasn’t resting until discover it.

Servants had knowledge about the modern times and Archer was one. He knew what she meant with her answer so that didn’t confuse him. He had a card under his sleeve but he had to make a wise play.

“What if I told you I know something about you that nobody else does?” He teased as his eyes narrowed and he smiled. “I could invite you to a coffee and discuss my origins and yours all the day long, or I can show you without much words to say, if you allow me.”

Nothing of Arjuna's words made sense at all. He introduced himself as an emotionally damaged boy claiming to Luna & back to be listened, but now he was attempting to convince her of something she didn't even know what it was at all. His question didn't help either. At least he offered the option to explain himself with actions rather than words.

——❝Ah ?❞ She cocked her head with a fake smile as a response to his tease, for she was almost done with his ambiguous performance. It even seemed stupid. Yet, considering how their interaction has started, she had to take care of her non-verbal reactions a little better than how she was doing to avoid seeing this man broken again.

——❝What do you know ? Show me.❞

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endowcdhero:

When Archer was Summoned, all he’s seen was a silhouette before everything faded into white but he felt an amount of energy not found in regular Masters. Shame would be if he’s mistaken what he sensed with another Magus or a simple human. No. She wasn’t that. She had to be more.

Her worry told much about herself. If this woman was his Master, she didn’t look like she was rejecting him. All her attention and caring were put onto him when he mentioned to take his life away. A Contract isn’t a thing to forget, but everything was possible. If that happened, he had to bring her memories back.

“So you don’t know, or you can’t remember…” He murmured as he examined her. He didn’t remember either if she’s said her name to him when he was Summoned, so this was going to be tough for them two. “I couldn’t mistake you, Autumn. You are my Master. And whatever that happened to you, we will find the answers we need.”

Rose was a ( patient ) person--- until someone reached her nerves like Arjuna was doing. She wouldn't stand a crescent misunderstanding any longer. Possibly, PROBABLY, this was such one of those initiations brotherhoods used as method to challenge newer students who show interest in their communities--- and he could even talk in metaphors, codes, existence knows what else was behind this. . .

...a riddle, could it be ? One of those new ' alternative reality games' students were testing nowadays ? After a sigh burdened with more questions than responses to his own doubts, she's placed both palms together facing each other and elevated their sides towards her mouth, feeling the dense air coming out of her nostrils touching her skin.

——❝What makes you think I'm the same person you're searching ? This Master of yours could be out there, begging for your help, o-or whatever. . . I'm a woman of science. Again. Astrophysics student. Autumn Hazel. As far as I know, I haven't requested any Servant thing. . .❞

She paused as her silvered eyes pierced on his ebonies deeply. A passing wind has undone part of her attempt of braid. She lowered her extremities afterwards, crossing arms & leaving the back of her left hand exposed. This one had such a peculiar sequence of azure traces forming a rose. It was similar to a tattoo.

——❝...neither, if that's the case... I'm interested in the whole brotherhoods thing. I'm an independent person who is just trying to take a break. Chemistry's kicking my ass, so I need to chill a bit before losing my sanity with... what you told me you were ? A--- 'heroic spirit' ?❞ She chuckled as she shook her head lightly. ——❝If at least you would have invited me to a coffee, I would have heard your offers.❞

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Everything she said hinted a misunderstanding. Maybe he’s got wrong when he came to her calling her Master, so his confusion grew even more. Though he couldn’t mistake this amount of magical energy and his need to keep a connection with it.

There were ways to reject a contract but indifference was unusual and one of the cruelest negations a Servant can receive. Arjuna pondered if this woman was pretending nothing of their Contract ever happened and he needed to know why. He was in his opinion the best Servant, he was no other than the Endowed Hero, not anybody who could just be thrown away. He didn’t deserve this.

But when she said to have affairs for science, the thought of being rejected stopped. He had to think that this Master didn’t know about her powers and this Summon was a sort of accident. He disliked how it sounded, but he didn’t find any other explanation. He’s been result of an accidental Summon or he was unwanted and she was just making excuses.

“It’s you who is mistaking me with somebody else. I’m not any human intending to join you to a cult, but a Heroic Spirit. I was Summoned to protect you and follow your commands, Master. You’re the one who called for me. Pretending to not remember won’t cancel the Contract. But your words can. If you don’t want me, just tell me, and I will take my life away. Ignoring it won’t change things.”

Her pupils have reduced to trembling dots at the moment he has put extreme measures upon a possible rejection coming from her. She didn't wish anyone taking their life apart because of her, for Cosmos' sake--- she couldn't even tolerate the guilt weighing on her backs when she had to handle unrequited crushes. . . even if she denied them firmly.

On the other hand, it was ridiculous to cease at his absurd statements and accept them as part of a reality she clearly did NOT belong to. Taking a deep breathe, Rose started to consider other variables for his current speech.

——❝I'm not sure of what you're talking me about, gentleman... but... I'm not worth anyone's life this way---❞ Her voice shivered and faltered as she replied.

——❝I'm not even sure if I'm the person you're searching for. But I can't leave you suffering like this nonetheless. Come, sit down. You need to take a breathe. Even if we're strangers, you're a person, you have a life and no living being should suffer alone in the way you're doing. I'm R--- Autumn, by the way.❞

No. She disliked being named Rose. If someone could get to know her by a different name, then Arjuna would be one of the first people in doing so.

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endowcdhero:

This Contract was vexing from the start. Archer lacked a Master. He had to find them. He was suddenly set in a place of the most ordinary with regular people walking through after he felt a feminine voice and a powerful energy guiding him back to life but he was unable to see their source.

He was like lost, but it didn’t stop him to search for the one who Summoned him. He needed to find his Master, or answers. He could not wander alone forever.

And then this girl caught him. He sensed an indescribable power on her and the connection he felt with it was instantaneous. He didn’t notice anybody else with his same traits near her, so it meant only one thing. She looked relaxed, too much for a Magus of her caliber. This confused him a little so he followed her, but he didn’t think she would detect his moves, stop and even talk to him.

“Don’t you recognize a Servant when you see it?” He teased. “If this was a test, it was a wise one, Master. But I’m afraid we can’t make any choices if we don’t introduce ourselves properly. I’m Archer-Class Servant, my name is Arjuna.”

She had to be his Master. He couldn’t be mistaking her.

Rose was completely unfamiliar with the true nature of her bloodline, therefore it was impossible for her to get the real meaning of his speech. However, there was something about him that made her refuse to run away. The possible will to understand a potentially damaged psychology, perhaps, or his physical appeal--- but no. It wasn't that. It went beyond her understanding.

Starting by his superficial appearance, this man was peculiar ---at the point to lead her to think he could be affected by some kind of mental illness or his brain could be densely influenced by a cult. The terms he used could well make notation of this, yet. . . in cults, the term ' Master ' usually could be put on a popular figure ---referring to an existing person or even a deity, not on a random Astrophysics student like she was.

This meticulous deduction did cost a long moment of silence, though it was for a fair reason. She would reply according to her own conclusions.

——❝Arjuna. I like that name.❞ While she formed a polite answer on her head, she commented. ——❝Though--- maybe. . . you have mistaken me with someone else. I'm not into cults or anything of such kind--- I'm a student. And overall, a woman of science. Now if you excuse me, all I want to do is to relax after a tiring class.❞

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A walk after Chemistry classes seemed to be such a convenient activity to make. Rose used to enjoy the vegetation mixing with the peaceful buildings around the Campus, though lately she has deprived her senses of delight and focused more into study. With so many elements troubling her head at the moment, resting should refresh her mind & fill it with an harmonious sentiment.

Anomalies had place in her usually tranquil dreams, where the walls were embraced by fire and azure lights, followed by an oddly thick atmosphere. She could blame the five bold sheets she used to sleep in such cold evenings, and the action movies her sister has brought to watch together in her tablet. But there was an unknown factor she could not ignore somewhere in the background. One she knew it was there, yet she couldn't tell what it precisely was.

A sensation of being ---tracked-- has took her off guard and pulled her away from her thoughts. Instead of escaping from this potential follower, she stopped her walk & waited patiently until the other individual got close enough to interact with her. If their intentions would be aggressive, then they'd show them up at certain point. Besides, Rose wasn't known for running away from the ( possible ) danger.

——❝Hey, you. What's the matter ? Do you need help with somethin' ?❞

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“Master.”

There was no warning or indication of approach. Gogh seemed to just appear beside Rose. Her hands gently reaching out to tug at her master’s arm. She was trying to look confident but the tone of her voice betrayed her anxiety.

“I was wondering … if you would allow me to paint you.”

Vincent Van Gogh was renowned and perhaps for his self-portraits more than anything else. Gogh was more akin to a simulacrum of the famed painter than anything else, yet she found herself wishing to explore art. There was enough of him in her for Gogh to believe she had some skill for it. The self-loathing that came with her amalgamation of a saint graph made it difficult to feel any satisfaction with a self-portrait, and so, she would just have to turn to the next best source. Her master.

hazelrcse

Daylight washed the student's room in gold. Rose had a couple minutes awaken, sitting on her bed and puzzled as she tried to resolve what has happened during the last days. Images and sensations that felt insanely real flashed across her mind. Her hand felt like burning, and for a moment she swore to have seen the lines on the back of such extremity to vividly bright. She found herself scribbling on her notepad almost at speeds of light. Endless paragraphs of pouring thoughts landed on the papers, sheets sliding and showing empty pages waiting to be filled. And then, a voice has filled the silence with timidity and gentleness.

She was still pondering how it happened. How a complete stranger has happened to arrive in her life in within the blink of an eye, manifesting themselves as such a grandiose painter--- Vincent Van Gogh. Regardless of her skepticism, her preference for solitude & for explanations based in scientific logic, there was a part of her that refused to leave this being alone, and has given them the allowance to accompany her until she could figure things out for better. ' Master '... that term felt weird, yet one she couldn't refuse.

She gasped at the sudden physical contact, unable to say a word during the first seconds. Cleaning the frighten away from her own face, she gave his companion a light smile.

——❝Ah--- h-hey. Sure, it’d be nice to see your artist skills.❞

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