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[blazingdawn]

"Wait, did you just say Emiya...?"

there's just no way, no way at all. that casual expression from before shifts into something akin to bewildermint as Stelle pauses, the cake pop she had been enjoying now half hanging out of her mouth. she quickly puts it back down on the plate before starting to walk around the poor guy, eyes narrowed as they carefully examine him. the way he dresses is nothing like the Archer she met– then again, Heroic Spirits weren't human– and this Emiya comes off more friendly and less. well, less like an asshole with good intentions.

the hair was different but if it was spiked back......and something about the facial features match. age him up about ten or twenty years and she can see the resemblance. eventually, Stelle straightens up, hands resting on her hips as she leans in closer, voice lowered.

" As in Archer Emiya? As in the same 'guy-who-said-he-would-have-killed me-when-I-was-unconcious-and-kept-trash-talking-me' Emiya? "

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[sommiar]

it doesn't feel like a victory that her luck has ran out, not when she suspected some things had remained the same. her arrival to Hope Au Lait had not been planned, but she had missed the coziness the cafe brought her. she had missed simply spending time in her own corner, happily surprised when any of the fluffy animals came to her. it had been part of her schedule to show up to unwind for a couple of hours, promising to bring some treats on her next visit before going home.

and in all that time, she had not seen the young man that she had mistaken for Muramasa up close again.

it's nothing new for her to smile. the effort is too easy, despite how she could hear a voice scoffing at her attitude. if Cnoc na Riabh were here, she would tell her to knock it off and show her real personality, rather than some watered down version. “I haven't seen Ritsuka around. Is Fou with her?”

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[inheirit]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Every single one tastes as good as the last. Honestly, it's almost a little annoying — these DevoLine people must have it down to a science. … Or down to a more magic-based formula. It wouldn't be the first time.⠀ ❜⠀⠀RIN ⠀rambles on as her fingers fumble with the fancy wrapping; the specialty hot chocolate only warms her hands so much, but she's far too stubborn to move indoors. After all, she chose this location specifically for the view.

⠀⠀⠀It was a little devious in retrospect. Having insisted they make the most out of his day off and finally check out what all the Heart's Wake fuss is about, she doesn't think any section of the Opalarian Market was left uncovered. Naturally, buying some of the limited edition sweets were her top priority — but that just meant all the more browsing and window shopping to subject him to ( he can say whatever he likes, but he stopped pretending to be inconvenienced by the third stop ). But obviously, no matter how good it is, chocolate does not a meal make; she's sure he knew there was a reason he was toting around that big bag of hers past the market, closer to the forest's outer limits. And sure enough, the river made it easy to find the spot she'd discovered on pure chance — a spot that, thanks to the flat terrain and winter season, made the bright and full bloom of Ophiuchus tower perfectly over their heads despite being so far away.

⠀⠀⠀The ideal ending to a busy afternoon, with plenty of time to return to civilization before dark. Her satisfaction was damn near palpable, cold fingers aside — a trivial price to pay, as far as she's concerned.

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[castilium]

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Out of his hands slid the phone thoroughly warmed by prolonged usage and nestled into the cradle of his palms. With it in her possession, Mashu resumed her upright stance, keeping her fingertips clear of the screen so not to accidentally trigger any in response from the opened game. Honestly, it wasn't that different to the days of coaxing the Doctor away for some fresh air.

"Have you slept at all since the holidays? You're going to worry Rin and Sakura".

[wintersgrail]

[SENT] Shirou. I don't want to impose on Sakura, but do you have any spare key to your house?

[SENT] Any will do. I have no problem with waiting, just wanted to tell you. Oh, I almost forgot. I will drop by for meals so try to not get too distracted when you and Rin banter.

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[sanctummilitis]

From afar, she gazed upon Savior's Respite, feeling compulsion to visit the garden as so oft had been habit. The swell of mists and their association with the cove had... briefly complicated any intent to visit, might sight of blood freshly adorning rock and flora greet visitors. nevertheless, the scene and its glorious view, the hush of waves beneath had hosted many meditation — and if clarity of mind might be achieved by any degree, she may move closer to filling the blanks populating her memory, if to do so were an objective intended by the Stars.

Toward the path's entrance neared the Servant, the soothing touch of sunlight stripped from her form. Steps from passing through into the hidden walkway, a voice cut through the peace and took hold to root her.

"Saber!"

Curious emerald cast themselves back to the source — a young man hurrying her way, with clear focus on she. In responding, she had not mistaken the call for another Servant and could detect none nearby, eliminating all other possibility. Indeed, he did speak her Class but... "Hello, is there something I may help you with?"

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[emptyrule]

        it’s that mage again.

 numerous times had she spotted this very mage searching throughout Cotes of the evening prior, looking for somebody. calling their name-- a name Morgan knew well. the name that belonged to that wretched Pendragon who not too long ago fell victim to her own armament. it seemed that he had no given up the search, returning at daybreak to continue the fruitless endeavor. he would not find the Saber. by her guess, she has gone off somewhere to lick her wounds and bury her head in the sand. 

        “ You will not find her here. Waste your time in another ward.” she would normally say nothing, but this is the fourth time he’s cast a look her way, as if she knows something.

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[caliburn]

No, no, no, no!

It was an overwhelming amount of information to process out of the blue — waking inside a strange vehicle, destined for a crater that looked as though it had no bottom, and the strange environment spanning in each direction like it, too, had no end. But most troubling of all was just how weak she felt. and worse— worst of all. Caliburn— where was her sword?! To anyone who might pass by, the absolutely frantic girl was positively a sight to behold; searching each nook and cranny for any sign of the blade, no matter how small and impossible it were to fit within. But no matter where, it simply could not be found.

then this called for a change in tactic. The people roaming the streets behaved normally, as though nothing were out of the ordinary. But then, she was the outlier here. What if she’d somehow fallen into a singularity? Oh, the trouble she’d be causing for Chaldea! “Excuse me!”

With no further thought paid, the girl made a dash for one young man among those going about their way, gripping onto the fabric of his sleeve, eyes like that of a lost puppy peering upward. “Please, can you help me? Where can I find the vehicle that brought me here? My sword might be in it — it’s very important I get it back!”

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