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offtune) & archer (fakers)
What: how to be a master
When: some time after this mess
Where: house #61
Warning(s): weird drakengard and fate lore i guess; blood and mentions of violence
[ it's hard to miss the new insignia on the back of her hand. not like it itches, or looks weird, or calls for attention or anything, but it's still distracting as hell. zero finds herself staring at it often times, rubbing idly at it as though it's washable ink. it doesn't come off, but that doesn't stop her from scrubbing at it until her skin's raw when she bathes.
zero knows she should probably talk to archer about it. while that man's no where to be seen, she feels him everywhere. doesn't avoid him so much as she simply doesn't feel like seeing him yet, not entirely ready to face the reality of whatever the hell this marking means. and honestly, she doesn't know where to begin; tells herself that she didn't make a regrettable decision, but maybe, just maybe, it was a rash one. all for what, to save a guy she barely even knows?
despite this, she feels some inexplicable relief— with the ability to sensing his whereabouts, she knows that at least he's alive and (presumably) well.
there is a cost, archer told her. what he meant by that, she's yet to know, but on the second night of radio silence, she finally manages to contact him. a2 isn't home, which makes house 61 ideal for them to meet.
the door is unlocked for archer to open when he arrives— in fact, it's even slightly ajar. she'd told him as much over the phone. and as it turns out, it's a good thing that she did because of a minor accident. zero's seated on the kitchen counter, knife in her good hand. she's attempting to pull a shard of broken glass from the stub of her severed arm. he probably wouldn't need to ask; the story's right there in the scene: the remains of a cup is shattered across the tile, freshly destroyed from the way it still gleams under the light. she has scratches all up her arms from slipping, but it's not as bad as the glass that had plunged deep in her arm.
the prosthetic part has already been removed and dropped by her feet. with the sharp of the knife in the ideal position to nudge the piece out, she holds it place by clenching her teeth around the handle, then uses her now free hand to remove it. zero sighs in relief when it's gone, feeling instantly better. there are probably more on her person, but taking care of the biggest pain in the ass one was priority. lacking better items to clean the wound, she wraps it haphazardly with toilet paper. it seeps the blood almost immediately, but she continues to coil the arm in it anyway. her healing powers aren't as great as they used to be. ]
Glad you could make it. [ said almost too coolly for what she's doing (or have done), but she sets aside the knife and exhales before moving off the counter, dropping to the floor with a thump. before long, she's stepping toward the sofas, gesturing archer over.
no, she's not going to take care of the mess right now, don't even ask. but anyway, they both know why he's here, so she'll keep it short and sweet as she sits on the cushions: ] Just give me the abridged version.
offtune) & archer (fakers) What: how to be a master
When: some time after this mess
Where: house #61
Warning(s): weird drakengard and fate lore i guess; blood and mentions of violence
[ it's hard to miss the new insignia on the back of her hand. not like it itches, or looks weird, or calls for attention or anything, but it's still distracting as hell. zero finds herself staring at it often times, rubbing idly at it as though it's washable ink. it doesn't come off, but that doesn't stop her from scrubbing at it until her skin's raw when she bathes.
zero knows she should probably talk to archer about it. while that man's no where to be seen, she feels him everywhere. doesn't avoid him so much as she simply doesn't feel like seeing him yet, not entirely ready to face the reality of whatever the hell this marking means. and honestly, she doesn't know where to begin; tells herself that she didn't make a regrettable decision, but maybe, just maybe, it was a rash one. all for what, to save a guy she barely even knows?
despite this, she feels some inexplicable relief— with the ability to sensing his whereabouts, she knows that at least he's alive and (presumably) well.
there is a cost, archer told her. what he meant by that, she's yet to know, but on the second night of radio silence, she finally manages to contact him. a2 isn't home, which makes house 61 ideal for them to meet.
the door is unlocked for archer to open when he arrives— in fact, it's even slightly ajar. she'd told him as much over the phone. and as it turns out, it's a good thing that she did because of a minor accident. zero's seated on the kitchen counter, knife in her good hand. she's attempting to pull a shard of broken glass from the stub of her severed arm. he probably wouldn't need to ask; the story's right there in the scene: the remains of a cup is shattered across the tile, freshly destroyed from the way it still gleams under the light. she has scratches all up her arms from slipping, but it's not as bad as the glass that had plunged deep in her arm.
the prosthetic part has already been removed and dropped by her feet. with the sharp of the knife in the ideal position to nudge the piece out, she holds it place by clenching her teeth around the handle, then uses her now free hand to remove it. zero sighs in relief when it's gone, feeling instantly better. there are probably more on her person, but taking care of the biggest pain in the ass one was priority. lacking better items to clean the wound, she wraps it haphazardly with toilet paper. it seeps the blood almost immediately, but she continues to coil the arm in it anyway. her healing powers aren't as great as they used to be. ]
Glad you could make it. [ said almost too coolly for what she's doing (or have done), but she sets aside the knife and exhales before moving off the counter, dropping to the floor with a thump. before long, she's stepping toward the sofas, gesturing archer over.
no, she's not going to take care of the mess right now, don't even ask. but anyway, they both know why he's here, so she'll keep it short and sweet as she sits on the cushions: ] Just give me the abridged version.
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it's something he's thought about in recent times... especially after hearing from kirei that there had lived a version of himself who chose a different path. who chose to turn against the entire world in order to protect a single person. hearing that had filled him with mixed emotions: embarrassment that shirou emiya could be so foolish, yet pride that the young man could have walked a "better" path.
if he had to turn against his Master for the sake of all the others living in this place, he could. but would he? no, he doesn't even know the answer to that question right now. ]
I wouldn't have quite phrased it like that, but... yes.
[ "live with her"... in his mind it was more "watch over her," but that's essentially just semantics. ]
Though it's hardly my forte, I am not unskilled at domestic tasks. [ as he's already made... abundantly obvious. ]
Other girl? [ a pause. he'd been a bit preoccupied on his way here, but now that he thinks about it... ] Ah, that's right. I've been here once before. [ actually, this works to kill two birds with one stone. he was a bit worried about that one's ability to look after herself as well... ] I imagine this arrangement will be fine with her as well.
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I suppose someone has to be.
[ zero isn't. a2... is a combat android, but still probably better at domestic tasks than zero could ever be. that says enough. ]
Wait, you've been here?
[ that's news to her, but considering how all the houses layouts are nearly identical, it's easy enough of a mistake to make. but more importantly, — ] I guess that means we don't have do introductions.
[ not that she would have, anyway; the two are more than capable of talking to each other on their own. ]
Anyway, you either take the couch, or you sleep with A2.
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Not inside, but I guided your housemate to this place when she first arrived on the surface.
[ that said, he has never thought the house would turn out significant to him in any other way. it's strange how things turn out. ]
I assisted her inside one of those simulations. [ though perhaps it would be more accurate to say she helped him, even if it really should have been the other way around.
he falters slightly at how bluntly she says that; though he'd thought he was used to her attitude by now, perhaps he'll never be completely accustomed to it. ] The couch is fine with me. In truth, I don't even need that.
[ he'd go back to get his things but... he actually doesn't have any things? no, that's not true, he probably has his uniform for work, but other than that he's pretty much a bum. ]
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and considering that everyone from their particular group of refugees needed some kind of... personal touch to wake from it, it's no surprise that a2 would require it too, even though she's almost too certain his encounter with a2 is far different from her own. although who knows, maybe he's into androids.
zero only recently found out that she's fine with sleeping with one, so... ] Suit yourself. I'm going to bed.
[ she stands suddenly, kicking her wedges off at last before stepping towards the her bedroom. but it's not without one last personal jab at her servant, even if it goes against what they've accomplished before, she feels the need to tease. she turns around, her smile light: ]
You sure you don't wanna join me?
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that's more than he could say for many people here... though for whatever reason, that number had come to include his present company.
he cringes slightly at her question, if only because he knows she doesn't mean it seriously. at the very least, in light of everything else they'd said, it'd make little sense. there's a definite cheekiness to the offer that makes clear she's just trying to get under his skin.
which is essentially why it works. ]
I'll have to pass this time. You really aren't my type.
[ and with that said he'll do his own goofy vanishing thing so he can go back and get... the one or two possessions he's left behind in old, faithful house 5. ]
hi5
he'll have been gone when she finally says: ] And you aren't mine.