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[ There was a void. Not just in the absence of the Master position, but the empty house that Jeanne now resided in. The lights were off, making it seem that no one was home, but the Avenger was certainly present.

Stalking around her kitchen she would open the fridge...only to close it and groan at the lack of food. Everyone was gone, there was no food in the house, and honestly Jeanne was...lonely.

Where the hell had her cloakrack gone? It wasn’t as if she had other friends anyway, did she? Though there was no denying Rin was far more sociable than Jeanne was. Biting her lip she would move to the couch, flopping down and staring up at the ceiling. ] Christ, this is so stupid! Where is everyone!? [ A temper tantrum directed at nothing by blackness. She would be damned however, if she went looking for her roommate. Right? That would indicate that she cared... ]

[ Jeanne's in luck, and that void that’s been haunting her is about to be filled, even if it’s for a short time. The stars were in position and Rin was making her way home, to gather up a few necessary things to keep comfortable while she waits out her fever. Recently, she did try to reach out to Kirei about her current troubles, but to no avail. Jeanne Alter was another choice, but… she just didn’t want too

So, her game plan is to quickly collect her things, leave a note explaining her situation and leave it at that. No infuriating questions, no fake answers, no nothing. However, once swings open the front door, she’ll instantly see Kirei’s servant sitting all alone, probably self-pitting or whatever the Avenger class do nowadays. She narrows her eyes down at her, releases a loud “HMPH” and takes a step inside. ]

I get you're a heroic spirit from an entirely different period, but it's not normal to sit in the dark all by your lonesome. It might prompt people to ask questions...

[ She takes a quick look around, expecting to see another body. ]

Where's your master? As usual, he's making me work harder than I have too.

Ta gueule!

[ Jeeze, didn't this girl pay attention or did Jeanne have to tell her everything? It wasn't like she cared or anything, nothing at all like that! Kirei, her so called former Master, was gone. Leaving Jeanne not only alone in this empty house while Rin was out galavanting around doing god knows what, but also at a physical disadvantage.

A scowl crossed her face as she decided to fill the girl in on the reason for Kirei's absence. ] What Master? That pious garbage is gone. For good. [ Yes, so very explanatory. Very ominous.

Hopefully that meant Rin could put two and two together - such as why Jeanne seemed to be having a weird crisis in the dark of their empty house.

Unless Rin thought Jeanne killed him, which certainly wasn't the case, but Jeanne did not elaborate further. ]

[ Look Jeanne, Rin’s ill and she’s already draining most of her energy by pretending that she’s fine. So yeah, she’ll miss that Kirei is no longer with them and the fact that Jeanne’s state has weakened. However, her head slowly slants to the side once the servant reveals the priest’s current state. She wouldn’t ask questions for the mere lack of interest she had for his wellbeing. He caused enough of a ruckus, and his disappearance is, perhaps, for the best. ]

Is that so? [ A tired sigh slips from her lips, refraining herself any other pressing questions. Of course, she’ll know for certain about Kirei’s whereabouts. They share or rather, shared a spiritual connection.

She glances over at the woman once more, her eyes squinting in disbelief that the servant rather sits there and do absolutely nothing for her case. All these servants were going to be the death of her… ]

Now that's unfortunate, for you, I mean. [ Don't mind her, she's just going to muses and sings a tune on Jeanne's problems because why not. ]

A brash loud-mouth servant and without a safety net? If I was in your situation, I guess a lonely pity-party would be in order too.

[ She was getting the wrong idea. Eyes averted as she hmphed slightly, glowering like an angry child at Rin. ] I am not throwing myself a pity-party... [ A pause as she regarded Rin cooly. ] Then again... you of all people would know what that's like, wouldn't you? [ Low blow from Jeanne, but it had always been known that she did not play fair. Plus she seemed to get a bit more vicious when cornered and faced with the real possibility of disappearing. ]

A Master without a Servant, that is. Not that you had much to choose from in the first place. [ She thought of the other choice. Archer, wherever he had run off to. ]

So, just here to gloat then? I don't need your pity, or you to look down on me - honestly this is probably for the best, you know. The best thing for Avengers like me are to be put down immediately. We are an existence powered by nothing but hate until we lose ourselves or our bodies give out. Christ, this is just some sort of sick idea of mercy anyway. [ turning away from Rin she stared silently at the ground, brows furrowed. Even through her words, you could tell she was scared. She had no desire to vanish... ]

[ Yeah, low blow indeed!? Her body immediately stiffens up, as a result of Jeanne’s backlash. What on earth was she referring too? No, Rin knew exactly where the servant was aiming at. She was so certain she kept her feelings on a certain subject on lockdown, but then again, she was Kirei’s servant, and Rin had no doubt that the priest whispered a thing or two in her ear. How utterly annoying. ]

I may be a servant-less master, but I can strive on my own without one. Quit easily. You, on the other hand, don’t have that luxury. [ Harsh, but Rin is stating the obvious. Acquiring a servant without a grail would gain her nothing, and in this world, most could easily compare them to parasites due to the fact they require mana from another to survive. (Did I just compare the El Nysa servants to parasites? Yes. Yes, I did). Oh course, Rin… wouldn’t see Archer, and now Avenger as such.

Especially now that Jeanne Alter’s words have taken a grim turn. The servant claims she’s not speaking out of pity, but her body language spoke to her differently. Rin takes a step closer to the spirit and glares down at her sitting form. Her expression is firm, cold even. ]

Then we have no other choice. As a magus, I have a duty to uphold, and it’s quite clear you know your role as an unorthodox servant. Form a contract with me, and I’ll use a command seal to rid you of your existence.

[ She sighs at the thought, but she continues ]

The command seal was created for that purpose alone, so it's only fitting.

[ Rin was right. While a Magus did not need a Servant to survive, the Servant did need a Magus. It wasn't exactly a perfect symbiotic relationship. Eyes darted to Rin as she gritted her teeth.

To think she had been teasing Archer for this very reason, only to find herself in such a predicament now. Funny how fate worked.

As Rin drew closer, Jeanne seemed to withdraw a bit, still clinging to what bit of pride and individuality she did have left. This was difficult, to admit that she needed Rin. Yet her desire to exist and at full capacity seemed to outweigh her pride still. She was curious about the prospect. ] You? You are going to be my Master?

[ She almost looked bewildered at the fact. There wasn't anything extraordinary about Rin, she seemed perfectly...well...average. Than again, so did the Master that saved the world in her home timeline, and he and Rin seemed to share a striking similarity. She looked away at the thought. ] Tell me, what worthy things have you ever done? Why would I bother answering your summons?

[ Was now really the time to be picky about this? Jeanne Alter really needed to take the time to learn when to pick her battles... ]

For a short while, yes, you’ll be free to consider me as one.

[ Red flag, red flag, red flag! Sorry to say Jeanne, but Rin is notably good at pinpointing hidden details, especially when it's laid out right in front of her. There’s a few mental notes to make here. First, the fact that Jeanne right away ignores Rin’s offer to take on the role as the servant’s maker. For someone who’s so fixated on what death had to offer her, she’s quick to avoid it. Second, she’s lashing to redirect someone from noticing their vulnerability, something that Rin is far too familiar with. Basically, you can’t tsun a tsun. Third, she’s avoiding eye contact, a novice mistake. ]

I’m not interested in laying out my resume to a servant I’m planning on keeping for all of two or so minutes.

[ Rin could use this time to impress the servant with her heritage and other achievements, but she’s aching all over, and she’s simply… not in the mood. What she will do, is continued to press the subject of absolute death on the servant. Consider this a test or some sort. That and, Rin is just curious to see where this will go because, wow, she’s a difficult chickipoo. ]

My patience is thinning, and I have other engagements.

[ Like, lay in bed and whine for the next few days. ]

What will your answer be, Avenger?

[ She would not call Rin a Master, but that did not change the fact that she needed Rin right now. Dangerous eyes would snap back to the Magus, ready for some sort of verbal backlash, but instead she was posed with a question.

A choice. One that she could make of her free will, though it directly correlated to her survival.

A thick silence seemed to fill the air around them, as Jeanne stared at Rin, as if processing the option. With Kirei they had dueled, coming to terms via a clash of weapons and reason. This was an alliance of necessity. Closing her eyes, she would begin to chuckle, which turned into her usual obscene laughter before giving her answer. ] Ahahahaha! Fine. I am not fighting to die, and so I will answer your summons.

[ Standing, she would turn to face Rin. Even if they were already here and had already met, she seemed to be making this as authentic as possible. Maybe it was just her pride - so that she could say she so graciously answered Rin's summons later. ]

[ Whether or not Jeanne would see Rin as a master made little to no difference to her, which is why she chose her words carefully on the subject. Perhaps, she was foreshadowing the next strings of events? Who knows. Rin remains there, waiting in silence as the spirit debated over her options. Would she accept the magus’s kind offer or would she wait for her body to collapse and slowly dissolve until she’s hanging on by a thread?

The servant raised to her feet, which prompts Rin to straighten her form up. Her laughter reaches her ears, and for the first time, Rin couldn’t help but grin a bit at that hyena crackling. For once, they finally agreed on something. She takes a few small steps back, closes her eyes and inhales softly. In these few seconds, her mind wanders back to that night she prepped for her first summoning. Butterflies fluttered around in her stomachs. Still. ]

Heed my words [ Her eyes open and she lifts a single hand up between Jeanne and herself. ]

My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.
If you heed my call and obey my will and reason…

[ A sudden burst of red aura emerges from her body, illuminating the room around them for a mere few seconds. ]

Then answer me, Jeanne D’arc!
Do so and I will entrust my destiny to your sword!

[ Three familiar command seals begin to root themselves under the skin of her hand, a sure sign that the servant’s will is there. Rin rolled gacha, and the SSR is certain. All Jeanne have to do is vocally accept her role. ]

[ There was a small exhale as she she closed her eyes, and reopened them with some sort of renewed vigor. The voice of Rin sounded oddly forward, commanding even - it reminded Jeanne Alter of why she had even an iota of respect for the magus.

A flash crimson around them, fluttering Avenger's cloak as it settled, and Jeanne locked eyes with Rin.

Then answer me, Jeanne D’arc!
Do so and I will entrust my destiny to your sword!

There was no going back now, her will to live vastly outweighed any sort of foolish pride she might have had. Squaring her shoulders, she met Rin's inquiry with an answer devoid of mockery or sarcasm. ] I accept.

[ Silent fell between the two as her eyes moved from Rin's face to the pesky command seals that had appeared on Rin's hand, there was a brief lurch in her stomach when she thought about them, but they couldn't be any worse than what that garbage priest could have used his for... ]

[ Jeanne’s words sealed the contract, forcing their fate to become intertwined with one another. A contract between master and servant had been formed, and there was nothing else to do but soak up the silence that took over. Jeanne’s eyes shift from the magus’s face to her hand where three visible command seals were implemented. There’s a tightness in her chest; she knew the exact thoughts the servant were currently conflicted with.

As Rin stated, the command seals were a simple tool used to control a heroic spirit’s will and bend them to their liking to obtain a grail that granted miracles. If those seals were present, the servant had no choice but to obey and primarily act as a tool until a master considered them disposable. It’s a cruel fate, and after partaking in a Holy Grail War with a partner who she deemed to be sensational, Rin couldn’t see herself holding on them as some reminder, so they were invaluable to her.

So, what would one do once they considered something to be disposable? Get rid of it. ]

That went smoothly than what I imagined. I appreciate you accommodating to my wishes–who knew you had it in you. [ Before the servant could even hum a sour tune, once again Rin focuses her attention to her seals, her eyes narrow slightly and her fist curls up into a tight fist. ]

Beginning… [ Her voice is faint, mumbling in a foreign language that Jeanne may or may not recognize. She brings her hand up to her chest. ] Contract… a new nail, a new law. As long as you serve as my servant, I hereby command that you have absolute freedom. Our contract will purely be bind by the mana we share.

[ Whether she states it once or three times, another burst of crimson lights fills the room. Jeanne will realize that she has no sudden urge to drive her unholy sword in her chest nor have any other thoughts catering to such a wish. Rin’s spell markings, however, start to diminish until they were barely visible. ]

There... [ Don’t… expect Rin to add any commentary or even an explanation of what had just occurred because she’s too busy awkwardly rubbing the back of her hand and controlling burning cheeks from revealing too much. She’ll remain there for several moments before stomping her feet about and throwing herself in the direction of her room... to gather up her possessions. ]

[ It was done. The feeling of emptiness that wasn't exclusive to Avengers, but to Masterless Servants, was now filled by the contracted magus. Rin Tohsaka. It was an odd feeling, as if she had known her for a much longer time. Memories, thoughts, even emotions to an extent, could be keenly experienced between the two of them. It was almost intimate in a way that made Jeanne Alter all the more uncomfortable. This feeling was amplified by the feeling that Rin seemed to feel similarly. Both seemed to avoid eachother's gaze.

Contract… a new nail, a new law. As long as you serve as my servant, I hereby command that you-- ]

Geh! Are you serious--?! [ Not five seconds and this girl was going to use a command seal!? However, the demand was not at all what Jeanne was anticipating.

The scarlet light blinded the two, engulfing them in color before subsiding, and leaving only a ghost of the command seals etched on the magus' hand. It took a bit for the shock to register on Jeanne's face. When it finally did, her lips parted, and her furrowed brow seemed to instantly match her confused tone. ]

Are you insane!? What did you just do?! What the hell would make you think that was a good idea?! [ It was so nice, Jeanne literally could not express her mixed feelings. So she decided to insult and question it instead. Huffing and crossing her arms over her bust she would try and brush off this grand gesture. Making a silent affirmation that she would still aid Rin as a proper Servant should. ]

D-Don't think I am going to thank you or anything! This was your choice. Hey, where are you going!? [ Rin had already left Jeanne to yell after her. ]

[ He doesn't know quite what he has suddenly come across. Reinhardt has seen war, he has seen the horrifying hell that was the Omnic Crisis. He knew what it was so smell that smell, to hear that sound. And he had come running towards it. Clad in his armor with the helm off so that he doesn't frighten anyone, the old Crusader heads towards that sound thinking that another attack has happened. Thinking that there is someone left to save.

There is no one but a woman. A woman with a sword. No one else. Just ashes and the last embers of a inferno. She turns to him and speaks and he looks down at her, his face falling into a frown. When he speaks, his voice is loudly booming and has a thick German accent.]

Of course I'm worried. I heard screaming and smelled fire. I thought that someone was in danger. I was coming to save them. I see I was too late. Did you see, perhaps who did this thing, so that I can bring them to justice for another baseless attack to these people? [ He doesn't want to falsely accuse her of starting the fire after all. ]

[ Eughh... Yeah.. About that... those who would have needed assistance had long since perished, though the Crusader would have been hard pressed to convince Jeanne not to assassinate everything within her grasp during her little display anyway. Without speaking, her expression of contempt spoke volumes.

Appraising the man, she took note of his heavy armor and large stature which hung over her. He might be the type that could outclass her in sheer strength. After all, she was only 5'2"... but perhaps this meant she was nimbler than he.

Throwing her hands up she would regard him almost lazily, until he had the audacity to speak of justice. Only then would her eyes narrow in such an annoyed, serious way. ] Justice? What do you know of it? There is no justice here, there's no justice anywhere. You make your own or you will have none at all! [ At this point she will draw La Pucelle and point it at him. ] You wish to know who rained down righteous indignation upon these people? You are looking at her!

[ She's tiny but he knows at least one very petite woman who could knock him on his huge ass. He won't under-estimate any woman due to her size. Especially not when she's holding a sword.

He looks down the blade of it, but he has no fear in his single eye. He might not have his armor on, but he won't back down. Not when she's pointing a knight's weapon at him and telling him that she had been the one to do this thing. ]

I know that this [ He makes a gesture to the ashes ] is not justice. Justice is looking after those that can't fight. It's protecting the innocent and punishing the guilty. You can't tell me that those you did this to were all guilty. Were they even armed! What you did... even if they were guilty, they might have been able to tell us something before they were punished properly by the laws!

[ And this is the problem with an idealistic old quasi-knight. He honestly believes in dumb things like the Code of Chivalry. ]

That's what I don't get about you senile, dutiful kind. Stuck in your old ways, unable to come to terms with the truth, even when it is lain before you. [ Eyes moved from him as she looked down at the remains of the carnage near their feet. ]

Humans are petty and miserable, even those who are good would sit idly by and watch others burn, because at least it's not them, right? Where is the justice in that, old man? [ It seemed as if she spoke from experience. Her eyes met the Crusader's once more. ]

Don't feed me that crap about there being good people left. That is just complacency. There is no moral fortitude there. There is nothing but self interest, self preservation. [ She thought of the Bishop who sentenced Jeanne d'Arc to die. Accused of hearsay. Abused, ridiculed, trampled. Labeled as wicked after everything she had done for her country; Not even saved by those very same people she tried to protect. ]

There is no true goodness left and that is why it matters little if everything burns.

[ Reinhardt crosses his arms over his chest. He's huge and this just makes him look that much larger, emphasizing the sheer physical prowess of his arms and chest. His normally smiling and warm face is serious. ]

You're wrong. [ Those two words are said with such conviction. ] Maybe some people are like that, but there are far more that aren't. There are those of us that are good. Or have you forgotten, I came running to help. Without my armor. Without my weapon. I still came.

[ Because Reinhardt really doesn't have self preservation when it comes to charging in to help. ]

So it matters. It matters to those who are now ashes and to those that were left behind. And it matters to you, I think. If it didn't matter, then why burn them at all? Just leave them to their petty lives.

[ He uncrosses his arms. ] And because it matters, you know I must report this. You can't just go around burning people and destroying property.

You came running because you are stupid. [ Her words are curt and matter of fact, trying to halt any sort of reason he spoke towards her. She obviously did not want to hear it. ] How big of an idiot... [ A pause as she looked up at his gigantic frame... ] do you have to be to show up without your weapon?

[ An aside added as a mumble. ] Obviously at least as big as you.

[ His words seem to leave her mostly unfazed, an annoyed look on her face was the only indication she was listening. At mention of reporting this, she would start to laugh. ] Hahahaha! What is anyone going to do? What sort of judgement could be passed upon me that is worthy of fear?

[ She feared nothing (or so she claimed), especially knowing that she had already be judged in the ultimate way. No mortal standards of repercussions could ever compare. ]

[ It wasn't the first time someone has called him stupid for charging in recklessly. It likely wasn't going to be the last. He doesn't even find insult in it anymore. He just looks down at her, stubbornly. He knows in his heart that he was right. ] It takes time to put on my armor. Time these people didn't have. I was already too late. And carrying my hammer is a good way to start a panic and these people are already panicking enough. And you! [ He gives her his most knightly and disappointed glare] make that panic worse with your pointless killing of people who didn't deserve it.

[ She laughs and he only frowns more. ] I don't know. That's not for me to decide. If it was for me, as a knight of the code, I would end you right now. Stop your wanton destruction for good. But it is not for me. It is for the courts. You have committed a grievous crime here and I arrest you for the crime of murdering innocents. You can come with me quietly or I can pick you up and take you there.

[ Those ridiculous statements only made her laugh harder. A shrieking laughter that almost made her double over as she clutched her stomach. ] Wait, wait... [ Get it together Jeanne, he wasn't joking! ] What are you? My father?

[ Wiping some dampness from her eye she would glance around, taking note of the escape paths presented to her. He was a towering and large man, but it would likely mean he was not as nimble as she. However there was no way in heaven or hell (if they existed) that she could grapple with him.

And then, she would pull herself together. Looking him dead in the eye, all humor seeming to cease. ]

No.

I'll tell you whats going to happen, old man; I am going to walk out of here and you are not going to bother me. We won't speak of this again. [ There was a growing dangerous aura that seemed to surround her as she presented her demands. ]

[ She's laughing again.

And Reinhardt just stands there, glowering.

How many times have those who sought to hurt others laughed at him only to fall to him later? He has lost count. So let her laugh. He is serious. He knows he is right about this and that she shouldn't be using her immense power to hurt others who have done nothing but try to live their lives peacefully. ]

No. I am not your father but I am sure if he were here, he would agree with me. This is no way for anyone to act. You did wrong here this day and you must face the consequences of those actions.

[ She looks him dead in the eye and says no. Says no and tells him what for. Reinhardt can only breath out a small sigh. He feels the danger surrounding her, but he doesn't fear her. He is a knight and he has faced death far too many times for her to shake him. ]

So, it is the hard way then. I am very sorry for this.

[ The huge man steps forward. His intent is to just grab her and drag her. Of course, he has no idea what he's actually dealing with here. What is an old human (abet a very ridiculously strong one) compared to a Servant? ]

[ A furrow of her brow as she watched his towering frame take a step towards her. His words of 'wisdom' still hanging in the air, but she seemed intent on ignoring the moral code behind them. That simply wasn't her.

Her fierce glower was now accompanied by a slasheresque grin, as if imploring that the crusader just try and come closer to her. Grip tightened on La Pucelle, and heat began to radiate from her fingertips. ]

Tch, don't think I will go easy on you because you're a protected class! Let's see what you've got, old man!

[ Without any more of a warning, she would bring the blazing black blade up in a vertical motion in front of her, while leaping back some to keep an apt amount of distance between them. If he lunged at her through the steel and flame, she wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. Perhaps if he ducked down enough, she could use his head as a stepping stone to get past him and flee the scene. ] Hahahaha!

[ A protected class? He has no idea what she even means by that, but he's certain it must be a jab about his age. More than certain when she outright calls him old. ] You should know better than to underestimate an old man in a job where many die young.

[ The fire should be something that would make him rethink his life choices. But he's already decided. He knows this woman is a danger and must be stopped before she hurts more people. He might die with glory today, but he will do so trying to stop this threat from getting worse.

Still, he wishes he had his hammer. His armor. His shield. This wouldn't be the first time he went after someone without any sort of protection at all. Honestly, he should know better.

So he does lunge. He drops that shoulder and charges through, ignoring the way the fire brings the smell of burning skin and hair to his nose. Ignoring whatever wounds she might cause. What are a few more scars on a body that already has so many?

But his head is ducked down. She is small and to tackle her against a wall, his shoulder needs to drop all the more. His head is definitely in the perfect position for her to step on and run. Heck, with as strong as Reinhardt is, he might barely feel her weight as she does. But he'll know what she's done immediately. Too late to change course easily. As always, in a contest between Reinhardt and the wall, the wall wins. He smashes into it, dazed without his armor. Managing to turn just in time to be able to shout at her departure. ]

COWARD. YOU HAVE NO HONOR!

[ The leap onto his shoulder and over his back to the ground below behind him went about as well as she could have hoped. A wicked cackle from her as she seemed to look briefly over her shoulder to the man who was a bit dazed after his unfortunate collision with a wall. ] Hahaha!

[ His words as she began to exit the alley had no real impact on her. Coward? Honor? Tch. Eyes closed briefly as she responded on her way out. ]

Ain't that the truth.

[ Though really, she hoped she wouldn't meet him when he was actually armed. That could go a very different way... ]

[Yeah, like that's really going to scare him off. Sid crosses his arms, apparently a bit too late to the party to affect much here.]

Call me a hypocrite, but you ought to watch the collateral damage.

[He nudges aside a chunk of burnt debris with a foot, then jabs a finger at Jeanne. Clearly, they're birds of a feather here... but still.]

If you've a reason to want someone dead, then by all means, but don't take the whole godsdamned block with you!

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[ Did the collateral damage really matter? Not to her. A mumbled and exasperated... ] Ta gueule... [ left her lips.

The voice commenting on her actions seemed oddly familiar, and not in that "I may be hearing the voice of the Lord" annoying type of way. Turning abruptly, her eyes met the frame of the, very real, man she had met at the beach before. ] Oh, it's you. [ She commented flatly, lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug at his berating of her treatment of the area. ]

This crappy place? Who cares, it's not like I live in this disgusting alley... [ A pause as she chuckled, seemingly jumping to conclusions at amused her. ] Christ, don't tell me...fufufufufu~ you live here?!

No.

[The response is terse and immediate. If he lived here, they'd be having much more of a problem. Besides, Sadu and Magnai seem to have claim over destroying the damned house first if left up to them...]

Look. It may not be my problem, but I don't see the point in letting you repeat the same mistakes I made. Get too aggressive about razing everything to the ground, and you might just lose what really matters in the process.

[That's unusual, coming from him, but he says it in what he hopes is a sour enough tone that it doesn't sound like he actually cares about the outcome. Just a friendly bit of passing advice. Right?]

[ Careful there, she might almost mistake you for having a heart. A furrow of her brow when he explained that he didn't live in the vicinity, meaning he should have no reason to care right? As she inhaled to retort, he seemed to explain himself further, which gave her pause for a brief instant before her shrill laughter seemed to pierce the silence. ] Ufufufufuf! Something that really matters?

[ Once her laugh subsided, a scoff was issued at the mere notion. ] You assume I have anything like that. I am just issuing the only brand of justice worth a damn, one you can execute yourself; Vengeance. I would sooner revel in misery on my own terms, than obey like a pious lapdog. That is, if it came down to something like that.

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...Obnoxious twit.

[It sounds actually kind of angry. Hellfire, if she doesn't sound exactly like him before Rielle came into his life... The glare on Sid's face is not amused at all.]

If you're just using the concept of vengeance to slaughter as many people as you can, I'm going to have to call you on it. That'd just make you bloody drunk with power, and that's exactly the kind of thing I work against.

[He draws his sword -- he's serious, evidently.]

[ Oh? Struck a nerve with him again? She didn't exactly buy that he was so innocent either, but if he was going to draw his sword against her, so be it. She would brandish La Pucelle with a flurry of ember and flame around the blade. She had no qualms with fighting him, if only to prove him wrong. ]

That's right, I do not discriminate between men and women, young and old. Do not differentiate between pagans and believers. Each and every person much be slaughtered equally, or something like that. [ Though she spoke the practiced line, it seemed halfhearted, like she did not truly believe such a thing. That was because while she wished to deliver her own unique brand of justice, the destruction of mankind was a wish in jest. She was a heroic spirit after all.

But who would ever believe someone like her anyway...? They did not even believe that holy woman when they burned her at the stake. There was no reason to believe her shadowed black counterpart, now was there. ] Not like it matters, but nothing of value was lost here.

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How long have you been rehearsing that one?

[You can practically hear the rolling of his eyes. Even as a stupid teenager, he didn't fancy himself quite that much of a tragic antagonist.]

You don't want slaughter, you're just a careless little shite. No point in trying to pretty it up.

[Besides, the show of pyrotechnics doesn't scare him a bit. He stands at the ready, but seems reluctant to make the first move.]

[ Hundreds of years she had been rehearsing that, actually, but she did not justify his snarky quip with a response. She noted his hesitation in attacking her, and while he might have been correct in his assumption, she willed herself forward regardless.

If she did not attack, she might not get another chance. Nothing else would ever fill the void in her heart. No amount of understanding did anything to quell the gnawing sensation at her insides. Malice, hatred, vengeance were the rations she needed to survive. That was her curse as an Avenger class Servant. ] Tch, careless... At least you got one thing right!

[ A horizontal swing of her sword towards him, her last warning in signaling she was not messing around. ] I am giving you one last chance, get out of here before I do more to you than give your sensitive skin some sunburn.

[His lips curl into a snarl. There's no way he's letting this go now, not when she's making a huge mistake as far as he can tell. Would Rielle look at him and think he was picking fights for the sake of picking fights? Then again... she'd also look at Jeanne and think she was disgraceful in wrecking things for the sake of wrecking things, not caring who she hurt or why.

That's the kind of power excess he can't abide by. So be it. If she's going to try and call his bluff, he'll make good on the threat instead, plowing in and throwing his weight into the swing to try and land a cleave on her.]

Eat shite, brat!

[ She is shaken by his sheer brute force. His might barreling towards her, aiming to body check her. Sliding to the side a bit, she narrowly avoids being overpowered by his strength, and her sword makes contact with his own. ] Christ!

[ The clank of the clashing steel rang out, her sword vibrating in her hands causing her to grit her teeth. ] Take this! [ With a spin she would bring her sword up, slashing down in a vertical strike at him. ]

[Dark knights, both fortunately and unfortunately, are not built for dodging. Indeed, Sid makes no move to do anything but alter the angle of the blow so that it doesn't take his arm clean off. The edge of her blade drags on armor and cloth and eventually skin, and he hisses -- but it's exactly what he wants. It isn't a terribly grave wound; the depth of the shadow barrier he'd employed moments before the blow absorbed most of the impact, but it still bleeds a dark red.

All he can think is that he's not continuing this fight just because he wants to fight. If anything, he's continuing it because contrary to what she says, it does matter. Even Rielle would agree with that.

He drags his fingers over the blood, rubs it on the top of his blade, and then starts to make swings at her, eventually ending in a shove of the pointy end toward her with the intent of hooking savagely upward once it connects with something. If anything, the wound spurs him further, and an aura of shadow starts to envelop him.]

Fool. If you're just looking for a fight, why didn't you say so in the first place!!

[ The drawing of blood seemed to widen a smile that had made her way to her face. It spurred her on further, even if she wasn't planning on fighting him this seriously before. He misunderstood the situation, she was certain, but she wasn't going to correct him. Her own self depreciation seemed to kick in during these times. She wouldn't even defend the accusations against her.

As he swings furiously, she finds herself having a bit of trouble parrying all his blows. Eventually she finds herself cornered against the wall again. Blood soaked clothing, and blood had been sprayed onto her face. It seemed to be a mix of her own and her opponents.

As he brings his sword near her, she cants her head slightly, the blade narrowly missing her neck. In retaliation, she would grasp the front of his attire, flashing him a wicked grin as she spoke. ] This is the howl of hatred which was polished with my soul! Le Grondement La Haine!

[ He would now notice that the two of them were encircled in flames, and an assault of dark spears drenched in flames poised and ready to strike...

Her Noble Phantasm. Ready to annihilate the both of them if need be. ] Yes, a round of applause for our hatred.

[When she clings to the front of his mail, he wonders for an instant if she's gone mad, and then his suspicions are duly confirmed when he sees the points facing toward them both, apparently in preparation to drop and impale them both on the spot. Is she seriously trying to...?]

Bloody hells--

[Sid freezes, planting his blade into the ground as she holds him in what seems to be an attempt to take him with her. But why? She didn't seem suicidal before, so where the hells did this come from?!]

I thought the whole point was to kill me, not yourself! Are you that desperate to be proven right?!

I don’t give a damn about your convenience. [ Noting his disarming, she seemed to move closer to him, laughing a bit from the very bottom of her diaphragm. She peered at him, seemingly speaking as if she understood him. ] Desperation? Not quite...

I can tell what you’re thinking with a single glance because, you and I are the same! In the end, we have nothing but to destroy everything else! Firmly believing that this is the only way to make this miserable gloom within us disappear! But it’s too bad! You can’t ever hope to clear up that feeling for your entire life!

[ She presses the attack with her flames and scorches at the both of them. If she had to go with him, she would make this a suicide mission. Ah, I guess it really was to prove a point after all. ] You have no comrades here. That is why, let yourself be killed or yield now!

Shut up!

[That one pushes him beyond the point of no return. Sid walls off the flames with shadow, dampening the heat enough to keep him steady, but he's still feeling it, sweat dripping off the scales on his chin. The reminder that he has no comrades here is a knife to the stomach as far as he's concerned, but he's already come this far; he'd better see it through to the end. One gauntleted hand shoves her away, then moves defensively in front of his chest.]

Stop projecting your personal sob story onto me! Maybe I don't have anyone here right now, but at least I've got something, someone to work towards! So if you expect me to yield to your temper tantrum, you can bloody well forget it--!

[He pulls his sword from the ground and charges into a sideways swing, renewed by her words -- or is it something else? There's a burn inside him that demands he prove her wrong now that she's brought his purpose here into it, his oath to Rielle, even if she doesn't know it.]

[ Its like the echo of her own words. Shut up, only she would have probably screeched it in French, as per usual. Seeing as he wouldn't yield, she met him with a sneer, somewhat sad in nature. ] There is no way you will not feel pain from having your insides skewered and roasted! [ Another threat. ]

[ It looked like she would have to not only expel the flames around them, but have them come from her own body. She winces as she speaks... ] The world is so dark, for humans continue to be so unflinchingly petty. Even should there be good people who come about, they can only turn a blind eye. I should not even move a single finger to help such things. Don't you understand!?

[ She watches as he takes up arms against her again, she slightly drops her head. ] Tch, of course not. Well, even if I can’t kill you… I can at least halt your steps! [ And as he makes the move to slash at her, she will attempt to incinerate both of them. ]

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[Something happens, then. Something budges within him, and the need to protect overrides the need to fight. Once more, he plants his sword into the ground behind him, and then turns around to face her again. What happens next is not immediately visible until moments later, when she'll find herself tackled roughly to the ground and pinned down.

He should be screaming in pain from the fire eating at his clothes, but he isn't, holding just still enough to smother the flames with his armor.

...Living Dead will only sustain him for so long.]

I already told you, didn't I?! Enough with the collateral damage! That includes you!

[He's clenching his jaw hard. The pain starts to seep back in, little by little, and he realizes dimly that a healing potion and a bandage aren't going to cover this one.]

[ Honestly she wouldn't have minded it ending like this. It was arguably a mercy for someone such as herself, and even as she tensed and closed her eyes in what would have been her final moments. Only the scalding pain which she was assuming would come, never did.

She would slowly open her eyes and notice him covering her - spewing some sort of heroic nonsense about collateral damage that she would never in million years think was cool.

Blinking, she would get her bearings before looking directly at him. ] [ She shook her head weakly her words trailing. Using her Noble Phantasm took basically all of her mana. ] D-do you even have to try to be that stupid!?

...I ought to be... asking you that.

[The effect wears off, and the pain overwhelms him, drowning out coherent thought as he rolls onto his back, eyes forced shut. There's sweat on his brow and scorch marks on his armor, as well as puncture wounds bleeding sluggishly on his extremities.

What's the point? Why brush with death for an idiotic brat throwing a cosmic temper tantrum? Because he sees himself in her? Probably. It'd be poetic if it weren't so damn stupid, he thinks. Attempting to sit up only floods him with another wave of pain, so he lets his head the ground again, breathing hard. Living Dead had been an insurance mechanism, but it remains to be seen whether she'll kill him off...]

Are you done now?

[ The black maiden will sit up, wiping some blood from her face as she looks over to the man who was fairly stubborn and in a precarious position. Brows furrowed as her hand twitched subconsciously towards her sword. She could finish the job, but for some reason she didn't want to anymore. It was up for debate if she even really wanted too in the first place.

His snide remark actually made her chuckle a bit. ] Ufufufuf! Christ, even after all that you still can talk? [ She wondered what to do with him, she had no way of healing. A sharp inhale as she grabbed her flag fro the ground, tearing it from the lance part and thrusting it at the wounded Sid. She would awkwardly try and press it to him, where he was bleeding most before standing, by some sheer force of will, herself ] Here, at least so you have a chance not to bleed out...

[ Her words were weak, and while curt they held some other tone to them. Though before anyone could question it, she was dragging her sorry state down the alley and into the cover of darkness away from the scene. ]

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Rin Tohsaka

yas. i'm so ready for this

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this is what happens when you go in w/o your team fam <3

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