rin "100% maximum no chill" tohsaka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thighhighs) wrote2018-02-19 10:43 pm
thighhighs) wrote2018-02-19 10:43 pmopen post.
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thighhighs) wrote2018-02-19 10:43 pm
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other grail war.
saber class, senji muramasa, takes a deep breath in the ozone laden claustrophobic basement, and rolls his shoulder to work out the kink in his hammering arm that hasn't held a hammer in 500 years or even once. the mage stands before him, dark hair and eyes a shocking shade of blue, like candle fire.
too hot and fleeting to forge on, but not so much that he wouldn't risk a touch. ]
Well, Master, I've come in answer to your summons.
yoooooooo
After realizing what her father had done, she was all too ready to get home from school and fix the clocks. Everything had to be perfect, everything had to be ready. The clock in the basement was first, followed by the old grandfather in the living room, and finally her alarm clock.
She wouldn't be able to bear it if she somehow messed this up. Her father was trusting her with the Tohsaka name — summoning anything less than a Saber would be a disappointment, at best.
The clock ticks to 1:59 am right as she finishes drawing the circle, and she hears the chime from the old clock upstairs as she begins her summoning chant, letting loose the gems she'd been storing power in for as long as she could remember. The mana swirls around her, bright red and blinding, the surge pulling her to her knees. She's momentarily blinded by the flash, but the back of her right hand burns, and she knows she's succeeded. The smoke starts to dissipate, and it takes a moment for her eyesight to register—
Impossible. What was he doing here!?
But her servant speaks and while it's Emiya’s voice, it's like one of those old uncles at the fishing spot, not the boy she kind of knows from school. Rin gathers herself up and stands, brow furrowed. She can figure out the mystery of why he looks the way he does later. There's something more important to ask: ]
You're a Saber, right?
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... Seems like it. Don't tell me you wanted something fancy, like Archer or some shit. That ain't the kinda work I do.
[ saber stands his ground, looking at his new master as she raises up to eye level, and waits to see what she's gonna start with. he won't complain about the job, whatever it is, but this business of grail wars are nasty prospects. taking a wish like his, and turning it on end to suit that thing's own purpose... it seems a shameful waste of material. ]
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Well. At least she has that much going for her. And he's a Saber! At his confirmation, she looks no less than giddy, hands on her hips. ]
Absolutely not! I only intended to summon the best of the best, and everyone knows that's the Saber class!
[ She holds up her hand with the command spells. ]
And that means I'm definitely going to win this Grail War!
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He closes the distance between them and reaches out to grab her hand, pulling it close for a better look with an iron, unyielding grip. Once in his grasp, Saber's thumb traces the outermost loop of her command spell on the back of her hand, feeling the delicate dips between each bone and tendon underneath. She's powerful, he can tell that much. Young, powerful, and maybe unlucky? Something in her karma... ]
Hm.
[ Now he shifts his attention to her workshop, the layers of magic and bounded fields, the power in the ground under their feet. He still hasn't released her hand. ]
If victory's all you want, I think I can fulfill that order. The name's Muramasa.
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[ She can't even get a protest out, and if he's watching, she can't stop her face from getting bright red, either. The name rings a bell, but she's so flustered she can't really understand what he's just told her.
She tugs at her hand, trying to get free. ]
L-let go! You can't just hold my hand!
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You ain't sick or something, are ya?
[ Okay, she's escaped his grasp. That's fine, because now hes reaching up to press his fingers against her forehead. ]
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[ Two steps back, Rin stumbles and falls right on her butt, still flushed. ]
I'm fine! You just don't need to hold my hand, that's all!
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Well, excuse the hell outta me for wanting a better look.
[ Something isnt adding up in this interaction, and he can't figure out for the life of him why. He offers a hand (solid, callused fingers with a scattered constellation of fine scars over the knuckles), ready to pull her to her feet if she decides to recant. ]
You're getting dusty. Off the ground with ya, missy.
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She's still blushing, but it's more of a soft pink now than the vibrant red it had been. ]
My name is Rin. Rin Tohsaka. Not missy. And you should know, it's polite to ask before trying to look at someone's hand!
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[ Chastised, he scruffs a sandal against the stone floor, nose wrinkling a little bit at the sight of the stirring motes of dust.
A thought comes to him—he glances back up to her pink face with a blithe grin. Maybe it's her age, that's changing the dynamic. She's not a child, by any means, but neither is she as mature as she wants to appear either. In his life, she'd have been considered an adult ready to bear its burdens and enjoy candor in equal measure, but perspective shifts the older one lives. To him, his new Master seems inexperienced, wearing ill-fitting airs to seem more in control than she actually feels. ]
Personally, I think it's silly to waste time on frivolities like that at a time like this, but you're the boss... Rin.
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