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archer (talky mom) ([personal profile] fakers) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2017-09-16 10:15 pm

( closed. )

Who: kotomine kirei ([personal profile] congratulating) & archer ([personal profile] fakers), with some special guest cameos
What: just two guys hanging out, being buds (disclaimer: this may be slightly inaccurate)
When: shortly after the beach event
Where: olympia after dark
Warning(s): violence, gratuitous typemoon power level babbling

[ closed log for confrontation between archer and kotomine, and the ensuing aftermath. starters below. ]
offtune: (#dragons' purpose —)

[personal profile] offtune 2017-09-17 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no master then. it's makes sense, and she assumes that the injuries he's sustained only makes his disposition worse. it wouldn't have been as bad if he had a master, then? would he have managed to survive otherwise? zero realizes she may be thinking too deeply into it, but it can't be helped. when losing someone or something, one has to think about all the wrong turns they'd made in life— zero has died (and nearly died) enough times to burn the idea, but she has to wonder if archer would have liked another chance.

as archer collapses toward her, she instinctively drops her blade to support him. ]
H-hey!

[ he's heavy with the dead weight of fatigue, and she only barely manages to smoothly transition them down. ]

Shit. [ sigh. ] Are you usually this sappy?

[ she has him laid across her thighs. she doesn't even attempt to move him at this point; if he's going to fade, she'll be free soon enough. ]

Why couldn't you get yourself a damn Master anyway? [ she sort of assumes it has to do with his pride, but... who really knows. ] Can't be that hard.
offtune: (#sinful scream —)

[personal profile] offtune 2017-09-18 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
After working so hard to maintain that image, too... you dumbass.

[ she doesn't know why she's getting angry, now. she hasn't been here long, but he's by far considered one of her more pleasant company. not only because they found eachother in the simulations, but because of his strange tendencies to worry in an entirely roundabout way. he reminds her a little bit of michael who often scolds her for her unabashed behavior. she decides to stick to that reasoning to justify why she's suddenly sentimental...

but it comes with a price. with the association, she's reminded that michael sacrificed himself to save her, and then mikhail following him. these dragons she cares about continually dying before her. zero doesn't feel nearly the same about archer as she does with the dragons, but there's a guilt there: her failure to save them in return. that these dragons selflessly helped her of their own volition and fell for it.

she doesn't know what archer had done to get himself in this position, but that hardly matters now. he seems like the type who would risk his life to save another regardless, if she's understanding him correctly.

zero glances down to archer's face, staying silent. her heart thumps loudly against her chest when she remembers them. the source of her nightmares and guilt. she finally speaks, almost uncharacteristically soft: ]
Hey, Archer.

[ he may realize it's the first time she calls him by name. ]

If you were given another chance, would you take it?
offtune: (#skilled combatant —)

[personal profile] offtune 2017-09-18 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Is that so.

[ the next thing she is going to say should be more obvious as she drags out the silence between them. in truth, she's thinking; she hasn't once seriously considered the possibility of taking in a disciple until this very moment.

she continues to watch him die slowly... or fade, whichever it is that'll come first, she supposes, and abruptly turns to face the other way. has no idea what time it is at night, but it surprises her how quiet the residential district is compared to the wildness on the other side of town. perhaps they're simply all there.

besides silence is the gentle whistle of what she assumes to be crickets, or whatever the el nysa equivalent of those things are. and she doesn't so much hear his heartbeat as much as she feels it against him. faint and again, dying. with a sigh, she shifts him, placing her arms under his and hauls him into a seated position, then resting his back against the wall at last. she sits across from him— maybe something about this is a little reminiscent of their time in the vr, but she does this so that they can face one another. ]


I was thinking, [ she starts tentatively, as she scoots in close against him. ] About how we can kill two birds.

[ zero places a hand on his cheek, then drags a thumb across a still-wet stream of blood from the corner of his lips. ]

Look, I don't care about what you do, if you want to stay alive to protect something or destroy something. But you need a Master, and I need a Disciple. So if you're desperate, then walk beside me.
offtune: (#saintly brimstone —)

[personal profile] offtune 2017-09-18 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't particularly feel the same way; while their meeting was manufactured, zero wouldn't say that she would have done anything different if they were really stuck in a cave in the middle of a blizzard— but that's just her, always seeking physical pleasure. that often times means that she would not only want to sleep with someone, but need to, regardless of how she feels about them. it's nothing she feels shame about, having the kind of past that she does, and unfortunately that hasn't changed since the natha intervened.

zero expected to be turned down; that seems to be the sort of person archer is, gunning for logic and rationale, while zero likes to stick with instinct and impulse. she doesn't even know what being a "master" entails entirely, only the vaguest idea that a Master and Servant are somewhat synonymous to an Intoner and her Disciple. she doesn't really care about any of the in-between details.

but for some reason, she does care about this guy. zero doesn't want to attribute it to anything emotional — god, no — but she's likened it to returning a favor to someone who has honest to god kept a good eye on her. and she doesn't want to owe anyone shit. ]


Whatever it entails, I've gone through worse.

[ it's a simple truth, and she is more confident the more he doubts her. ]

Tell me what I have to do.
offtune: commissioned / dnt. (#seraphim —)

[personal profile] offtune 2017-09-18 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
If it doesn't work, you die. That's all.

[ just like his isn't a warning, hers isn't much of remorse. both of them know that archer doesn't have much of a choice now, but it isn't as though zero is bleeding for a disciple. she realizes then that she's doing this for the sake of the dying man rather than her own good, but that's something she can explore when certain time restraints are lifted.

zero barely notices the illumination of the magic circle under them, but she can sense what it means. there's nothing so fancy when it comes to disciples; in fact, the extravagance comes only after each individual intoner figured how to summon their respective beasts. zero feels it's tacky in every way, and yet all of the disciples - dito, decadus, octa, and cent - they'd all called forth their beasts the same way. which is why she is at a loss when archer tells her to name the terms of the contract.

how the hell is she supposed to know something like that.

she glances down at the circle below them, then closes her eye. unfortunately, she only has the flower as guidance, and when her eye open again, there's force of song magic that bursts from her person. she places a hand on his chest. ]
Heed my call!

[ the flower is dormant, so nothing is necessarily being drawn from it, but she continues regardless. the light below them illuminates further despite the conflicting chants. ]

By the power of my song, I hereby forge a pact, to make this Servant a Disciple of my own. Gods of the East, Goddesses of the West; I hereby offer the flames of my life in order to protect his—

[ the ritual as she knows it is complete, and she doesn't know if this will suffice, but... she observes archer, seeing if he would accept after all. ]
offtune: (#conjurer's staff —)

[personal profile] offtune 2017-09-18 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it isn't lost to her to see how quickly his wounds are healing. the ritual she does is one that roots from the flower, and it surprises her that it translates so fluidly despite the fundamental differences. the light continues to glow, eventually doming over them. normally, this would have been something that is great concern to zero, but she is only channeling what she has rather than using the flower entirely.

as archer gets on his knee, she slowly rises to her feet, hand still extended toward him as the song magic intertwines with and soars archer's person, effectively reviving and giving him strength to accept the contract.

in that instant, she feels a small connection between them intially. she doesn't know if it had started with the beating of his heart or otherwise, but a bond is being forged, completely strengthened by the time he calls her master. she finds herself gasping when it's complete, uncertain what she was expecting, but the sensation of being directly connected to someone is strange to her. she didn't know what to expect.

the back of her hand stings as an outline of a flower appears upon it, and as much as she resents another symbol upon her, she knows it's related to whatever this master business is.

the light surrounding them fades, thus completing the ritual. she brings her hand closer to herself, taking a look at the seal curiously. ]


So that's it, huh? I'm your Master. [ she sound amused by this revelation, despite being the one to suggest it in the first place. ] You live to fight another day.
offtune: (# puppet wrangler —)

[personal profile] offtune 2017-09-19 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Right... save it.

[ the thanks, she means. as far as she's concerned, this just makes them even. but now that the dust has settled, the reality of their contract is dawning down on her. it doesn't scare her by any means, but it does make her wonder what will happen onward. what it means for the two of them, who barely know each other, who barely understand one another's motivations. now they'll "fight alongside" one another. she leans down and nonchalantly picks up her sword, sheathing it behind her shortly after.

zero supposes this is the kind of gamble he has to make every time he "contracts" a new master.

she'd taken disciples after she killed their respective intoners. they had no choice but to stay by her side in order to keep their form and their wills. archer is in a similar situation; he has chosen her as a master because he was dying, because he still wants to live, because he has things (or people) he wishes to protect. while he's under oath to protect her, it's obvious that it's not the reason... so she sees no reason to fake it. it's not like anyone is policing it, right?

but it makes her curious. would someone else have found him, or would he have chosen death regardless?

zero finds herself furrowing her brows when he smiles. it's strange, after becoming so accustomed to his disapproval. she was in a more vulnerable position when he was dying in her arms, and she was struct by rare sentiment inspired by events from home. it was different when she didn't know that it'd work. but now that he stands before her, smiling, her walls are back in place. she clicks her tongue and turns the other way. ]


Go get some rest. You can explain this Master business with me when you've recovered completely. [ she begins walking away before turning back, only to say: ] Keep your ass out of trouble in the meantime, will you?