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hymnodist:

Lost in her thoughts, the voice gives her a start, eyes turning in a quick sweep to find the man addressing her, locking on with a singular (if startled) intensity. “O-oh, well… uh….” Eloquent. Of course, she hadn’t considered that there might be any that might recognize her for what she is, and thus, receiving said recognition leaves her, however momentarily, a little stunned.

Quickly as it came, the startled expression wanes into pleased surprise, then beatific welcome, head inclining. “For whoever does the will of God, he is my brother and sister and mother,” she murmurs in kind, and then laughs quietly, seemingly sheepish. “You’ll have t’ pardon me, Father– I’m not so good at th’ formal stuff; but it’s been a while since someone Knew me so easily, outside’a th’ Vatican.” Which really, spoke a lot for how strong his faith must be. “Pardon if it’s rude… but are there any Saints in your family? Y’ seem as if y’ might be…” Close to one. Or perhaps one himself. It’s been so long since she’s been around an actual Saint.

It seemed as if the recognition between the two of them was mutual. Though he was sure she hadn’t discerned his True Name, she at least was close enough to the Divine that she could recognize another who walked in Their light. As much as he wished to speak truthfully to her, his obligation as a Servant denied that to him. Thankfully, his adopted name gave him an out.

“I’m afraid it’s nothing as grandiose as that. My foster father and brother were both long-serving Men of God as well, so perhaps it is that legacy that you feel. I have served the Church for as long as I can remember, and while it is true that I was...surprised to see you walk among us, I would never mistake the feeling of the Divine in my presence. Perhaps it was partly my own time spent in the Vatican in the past that helps me to feel it so strongly.”

More likely it was his connection to the Grail as well as his Sainthood, but he would leave those details out for the time being.

#hymnodist #{ ari; 001 }#{ this is the good content }

hanasou:

He… made it himself?! What talent. It’s so well done. Her cheeks flushed from the offer. Ayano looked pleased and somewhat embarrassed from the offer. She wanted to say ‘of course! anyone would want one!’ But that was too much, especially coming from her. Would it be alright…? She wondered. After thinking to herself for a second, she concluded he was very kind for a stranger! Perhaps they could become good pen pals or something like that. Without a second thought, Ayano paused and smiled, nodding her head a couple of times.

“Thank you! If it isn’t any trouble, I’ll gladly purchase one.”

“Purchase? Oh no, that won’t be necessary. ‘ A gift opens the way and ushers the giver into the presence of the great’. Consider it a thank you for your kind words, as well as a welcoming gift from a fellow resident of Utopia.”

It would hardly be difficult to replicate the garment itself into a more...general form. He could leave out the Sacraments that had been placed into its creation and create only the garment as something mundane...though made for the girl’s figure, of course.

#hanasou #{ ayano; 001 }#{ excuse his verse quoting he's just like that }

fleurdepavot:

She sat there quietly, listening to the words he spoke and processing them. What he said made sense, in an odd sort of way. While still unfamiliar with how this sort of thing actually worked, she understood the reasoning behind wanting to hid ones true identity. Names were a powerful thing and, if these servants were as grand as she suspected them to be, she could only imagine what sort of damage one could do if they learned the true name of the one they were fighting.

A brow was raised as she heard him trail off, curious to what he was about to do. Her answer came shortly when a bright light overtook him for a moment, only to disappear a reveal the other once again. His appearance now was not the one she had seen upon first entering the apartment, and all she could do was sit there and look. Admittedly, she did not quite know how to responded. She was never one to discredit the idea of magic, one of her other nation counterparts being very adamant about the idea of it’s existence, though this was the first time she had seen something like this in person. Though one part of her wanted to react with shock and surprise, the other, more rational part, told her that perhaps she should start expecting things like this to happen more often. If things like this were to be a regular occurrence, than there would be no point in getting worked up every time something happened.

Nodding her head slowly, she pushed back the initial shock she felt in favor for trying to focus on what he was saying now.

“Well, thank you for trusting me enough with your real name. I’ll be sure to use caution if I say it out loud, though I suppose it may just be best to stick to Ruler. You know, just to avoid any possible slip ups.”

“Based on what you’ve said though, you seem to know quite a bit about what’s going on. Have you…done something like this before?”

“There must be trust between Servant and Master if we both mean to survive, or even to win, this War.”

Another bright light comes, and within moments he returned to his prior appearance. It was best to save his ‘true’ self for the most dire of situations. Moving to take a seat across from his Master, a hand came up to toy with the cross-shaped pendant that hung from his neck. A matter of comfort, as well as a habit when he knew he would be speaking at length.

“ ‘Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle.’ You have the right of it. This is the third Grail War in which I’ve participated, though only the second into which I’ve been summoned properly. Despite its....oddities, there is no denying that this is a true battle for the Grail. That most Holy of Vessels exists in this place.”

Actually...now that he thought of it, he had no idea what this Master would desire of the Grail. She seemed kind and quiet, but were there hidden depths to her? One never knew what could lurk beyond the human exterior, what aspect of Angra Mainyu could be present...

“Master...I hope you don’t find me presumptuous, but have you thought on a wish for the Grail, if we should emerge victorious? I have my own desires, of course, but I would like to hear your own.”

#fleurdepavot #{ Belgium; 001 }#{ and for my next trick I'll pull more bible quotes out of my hat }

hanasou:

@kotomineshirou

This man… He matched red. Ayano watched him for a bit, mesmerized by the way the coat fluttered. With the hues of her scarf almost matching his jacket, she was curious. The high schooler reached out and tapped his shoulder softly.

“S-Sorry for bothering you… But where did you get your jacket? It really suits you!”

Ayano smiled and tugged on her own scarf, showing off her favorite accessory, of course… that accessory became one of her defining features in high school.

The soft tap made him turn his head, but the nervous smile and words of the girl speaking was what brought a soft smile to his face. Here was an innocent, a young girl dragged into a situation that was clearly over her head, and yet she still had time for such innocent, mundane thoughts and desires. This was the aspect of humanity that he loved so much.

“Well, thank you very much for the compliment, first of all. I think that your scarf suits you very well also. As to where...”

He gave a slight motion to raise the Holy Shroud so that she could see it better. It was still something that he took great pride in, as something he created with his own power.

“I made it myself. If you’d like, I could make you one as well.”

#hanasou #{ ayano; 001 }#{ she has charmed him from the word go }

@hymnodist

Despite everything else he may have been and become, Shirou was foremost a man of God. His faith was the most important thing to him, and it shaped many of his actions. Though not officially recognized, he was still considered a Saint and he always endeavored to live up to that title.

So when he, in his efforts to glean more about their environment and the opposing Masters and Servants, felt the presence of the Divine, it was more temptation than he could resist. Did some measure of his faith hold true, even in this place? Was there some aspect of Him that lived, even here? Following that instinct and those questions, he came across their source, a girl who practically shone, in his eyes, with the radiance of the Divine.

By his eyes, she was not a Servant...a Master then? Even so, he could not bring himself to view her as his enemy, not when she held such radiance within her.

“ ‘ Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels’. Greetings to you, O instrument of His will. Blessed be this day, and blessed be He who has brought me to you.”

#hymnodist #{ ari; 001 }#{ he is just so excited oh my god }

@gambleprince

Having met his Master, the Ruler had decided that now was a perfect time to begin gathering some information. While he had no intention of becoming an aggressive existence within the War unless it became absolutely necessary, it would be remiss of him to not put in the work and effort to ensure that he and his Master survived until the end.

It was in this process that he stumbled upon a girl that, if he was pressed, he would have to describe as ‘rough around the edges’, at best. Still, he would have to deal with other people with far more unpleasant auras before long, so he thought it best to proceed forwards with his original plan.

“Excuse me miss, but do you have a moment to talk? I promise, it won’t take very much of your time at all.”

#gambleprince #{ mary; 001 }#{ I hope this is alright! }

fleurdepavot:

If she was being perfectly honest she wasn’t quite sure what she expected of her servant. The one before here appeared to be not much older than she, at least appearance wise, and presently there was nothing particularly striking about the. At least, nothing that would give her the impression that he was to bring them to victory. Perhaps she should not be so quick to judge though, after all they just met.

Stepping into the apartment, she closed the door behind her before giving the other, who introduced themselves as Ruler, a small smile before listening to them speak.

“Ahhh…tired, ja. It’s been a rather hard day.”

Fingers were placed to her temple for a moment, a sudden wave of exhaustion finally hitting her. Stepping towards a near by chair, she took a seat, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands for a moment before looking back at her so-called servant.

“It’s lovely to make your acquaintance, Ruler. Is that your real name, or…? Actually, never mind. If you wish to be referred to as Ruler, than I shall call you that. I’m Bel—”

A pause. While normally finding no issue when introducing herself, she hesitates now, wondering for a moment if she can still call herself by her true name. If her world was truly gone, was she still her? Who would she be though if not Belgium? No one. She was no one else. End of the world or not she was still Belgium, and that would not be taken from her.

“I’m Belgium.” She finished sounding much more confident. “Or Bel…or Bella. Any of the three works for me.”

Well. She was a pleasant enough sort, at the very least. He didn’t foresee having any problems getting along with her. She was obviously an inexperienced Master, though he was sure that most in this place were of equal stature. In fact, a veteran such as him was likely more of a valuable commodity than he gave it credit for. His Master’s name was....a touch odd, but then he couldn’t judge too greatly. This was the far-flung future after all, and even in the modern times he had known there were some...less than standard names in existence.

“My true name is not ‘Ruler’, no. But referring to me as such is good practice for when the War begins in earnest. Another Master or Servant learning my identity would give them a rather large advantage over us. That said...”

Drawing himself up to his full height, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes before allowing himself to change. This form was suited for acting as his usual self, but it would be best for his Master to see his true self before their battles began. The more surprised she was, the more likely she was to make mistakes. Light enveloped his form for a brief moment, and when he stepped forward, it was in his true Servant form.

“In the interests of transparency with you, Master Belgium. My true name is Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, and this is my true form as your Servant. The other guise is...well, for my protection as well as your own. The Grail will provide you with information of the particulars of my life, and abilities, but if you should have any questions I will be glad to answer them. In private, you may refer to me as you wish, be it Ruler, Amakusa, or even Shirou.”

#fleurdepavot #{ Belgium; 001 }#{ shirou voice: master you just hit the jackpot }

fleurdepavot:

@kotomineshirou

She walked as if on auto pilot, her legs moving one foot in front of the other as her mind processed the information given to her. Her world was gone, and humanities survival resting on her, a master, and her servant’s shoulder. Learning of the destruction of her world was almost too much to bare. Surely it was true, right? No new bruises or cuts appeared on her person, those being a sign of some kind of occurrence taking place on her land, and above all she felt no different. If something were to have happened, than she should feel something. After all, she is Belgium. She would know right away if things were truly as they said.

‘It’s fine, everything is alright.’

‘…. everything is alright.’

‘everything is alrig— ’

Steps come to a halt, her eyes casted downward at her hands. The cube that was given to her rests between the her palms, though her gaze remains unfocused on them. Who was she kidding? She could repeat that mantra to herself over and over again, but deep down she knew that what they told her was true. Continuing to deny this would do her no good in the end, but perhaps all hope was not lost? If she and this servant of hers managed to emerge victorious in this so called ‘war’ then maybe things would be better? Did she really want to fight another war though? She’s seen what war can do to someone, can do to a nation, she’s been in many and has the scars from all of them. Was this the only way?

Pulling herself from her thoughts, she shifted her eyes back up, finding herself, not outside in the city, but instead in front of an apartment door. Thought confused as to how she ended up there, she could only presume that whatever bond she may have with her servant was probably what drew her there. Deciding that she had wasted enough time delaying the inevitable, she pulled out the key she was given, slipping it into the lock and opening the door. Peeking into the room, she quickly glanced around before calling out to see if anyone was there.

“Hallo? Is anyone here?”

Another day, another War, and another Grail. If truth was to be told, he was almost tired of the whole thing.

This would mark the third time that he took up his blade in the pursuit of the Grail, and the second that he did so as a true Servant. After coming so close the last time, it was a touch bittersweet to find himself in this situation once again. Still...there was no point in dwelling on it. There were things to do, plans to begin, and introductions to make.

Though he knew that the room was to be shared between himself and his Master, he couldn’t help himself from adding something of his own...personal touch to the bland room as he waited for his Master’s arrival. A dash of crimson color here and there, a modest shrine in an out of the way corner (in case his Master didn’t share his faith), and several Japanese-style decorations adorning the walls. He’d left space, of course, for his Master to add their own touch if they so desired, and as he ruminated on the possibilities of who that Master might be, his answer came in the form of the sound of a key in a lock and a girl’s voice calling out with unsure anxiety. Turning his head over his shoulder, he flashed her a gentle smile before speaking.

“Ah, you must be my Master. Please, come in. This is your home as much as mine now, after all.”

He turned from his adjustments to face the young girl fully, reducing the distance between them to little more than an arm’s length. Bowing his head respectfully, a slight flourish of the arms accompanying it, he moved to meet her gaze with his own.

“I am Ruler, your Servant for this Holy Grail War. I’m sure you and I will get along splendidly, Master. Please, have a seat, relax. You must be tired and confused after everything you’ve learned today.”

#fleurdepavot #{ Belgium; 001 }#Everything is perfect don't worry about it!