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Post by Kiyohime on Nov 18, 2015 17:38:57 GMT
"Anchin loves me." Pluck. "Anchin LOVES me." Pluck. "Anchin looooooves me." Pluck.
Was what a voice could be heard saying absentmindedly. God knew where she had gotten the rose from that she was not tearing apart slowly, but it was quite clear that it would not survive the ordeal. As for the content of her muttering in between silent giggles of unreasonable happiness, she was saying the same thing over and over. But only in the literal sense, anyone listening would realize that each had a different meaning, one was like a knife cutting into flesh lovingly, carving out a heart for the two lovers. Another was a gentle murr like it would be between lovers who had reached the height of happiness, nothing able to come inbetween. Yet another was sounding nearly obscene in nature and so on. Each petal another form of love toward Kiyohimes one true love. A love she would live out one time or another, maybe even had already with Anchin, Anchin who could be basically anyone, but for her it would always be the one she loves. As for the mess hall that was usually bustling, only a few people were cowering to the side, devouring their food to get out, the display Kiyohime was giving creeping out the most hardened soldier. The only reason they were not target for one of her many loves was that she was so caught up in this little activity, her eyes seemed blunt, unfocused maybe a bit dead as they moved over the room. Foggy, as if she was looking for something specific that was out of reach and yet a flame was burning in them that was mythical and quite impressively beautiful. Just as her, the self styled maiden of love that transcended reason and basically everything. Her green hair flowing down elegantly when she moved, same as her traditional japanese clothing. The gold accessories she wore ever so slightly giving off a little tone when they hit her horns, sounding like a cute bell. All in all a perfect japanese beauty... if she was not sitting on one of the tables crosslegged, slightly moving her long legs sometimes as if she was getting impatient. Having gone through three flowers already, their miserable corpses to her feet, just as all her loves, none of which she had repeated yet. Ah, there would never be a way for her to run out of love. Pluck. "Anchin loves ME." Pluck...
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Post by emiya on Nov 29, 2015 6:20:23 GMT
Danger cloyed in the air like a fog. Any sane person would have long since abandoned his station and ran for the hills. But...I wasn't a normal individual. And cooking was something special to me. If I was going to wile away my free time cooking for the people in the mess hall, having something like this interfere with me finding out whether I was doing things right or wrong was clearly unacceptable.
And so, I walk through the strange miasma of danger to confront the individual creating it. A rather unassuming young girl, doing something that, on it's face, should be nothing to be concerned about. Just plucking petals off a flower, a common girl's game to divine whether the object of her affection was interested in her. However, my instincts told me it was anything but. But that wasn't about to stop me.
"Please, sit down. In the seats, I mean. You're scaring everyone else."
I knew it was unlikely this person would listen to reason. But it was worth a try, and there was no harm in it. Besides...even though it was more than likely a Servant, this person hardly gave off an aura of threat. If it weren't for her...unusual...activities, it would be hard to distinguish her from the most formal and elegant Japanese lady. It was really an odd dichotomy...one I didn't really feel like delving too deep into.
"I won't ask you to leave, but please, there are other people here. This space is meant to be enjoyed."
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Post by Kiyohime on Dec 16, 2015 0:31:05 GMT
At first she was not even aware of another person, still plucking the flower apart and chanting the same thing over again. As if ignoring him, but her eyes slowly moved toward the figure that had told her to behave basically. She could not even comprehend it. No one would be able to come in between her thinking of Anchin, right? RIGHT? Any of her actions, every waking moment of her life was onyl for Anchin, so nobody and nothing in forever would be able to disturb her thoughts of that. Her eyes suddenly snapped back to reality as her temper flared for just a moment.
The rose with a few petals hanging by just a thread suddenly burst into flames and disintegrated as the other petals too started to ignite from her fiery passionate overflowing a(l)n(o)g(v)e(e)r. Her whole appearance having become darker in the infinitesimal amount of time, her eyes seemingly burning as the irises of a vicious dragon looked at the man. But as her eyes focused, she saw only Anchin. Oh, Anchin, how she had missed him for thirty two minutes seven seconds ten hundredth of a second and seemingly an eternity to her. With one elegant movement, she flung herself at his chest, uttering a single phrase, this time from a different point of view at least. "I love you Anchin, you are finally back! I waited so long, an eternity."
Petals and glowing ash dissolving in the air floating all around them as she moved and whirled them up with her clothing. The air filled with the scent of roses and scented fire as her appearance changed back to normal, that of a beautiful maiden in love. Her dull golden eyes wet with relief and filled with happiness and yet her cheeks were playfully pouting.
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Post by emiya on Dec 16, 2015 16:42:43 GMT
I take a step back, but beyond that, I hold my ground. The display was certainly terrifying, and in a flash everyone else besides me clears the area. That was a good thing, as an angered Servant could be a horrifying sight indeed, especially for the humans in the area. Still, this was a problem that needed to be resolved immediately, or it would just fester. That it fell to me was unfortunate, but I wouldn’t back down from it. The fact that I was often undertaking unpleasant duties was an irony that wasn’t lost on me, but at least I could see the people I helped. I prepare myself for combat, ready to project swords at a moment’s notice.
However, my eyes go wide when the anger seems to dissipate...and the blue-haired woman throws herself at my chest. I instinctively put my own arms around her at the gesture, an action that, when she speaks, I realize might have saved my life.
“Anchin?”
I let out the question without thinking, but a second later I curse myself. I know the name....it was a common story growing up. Anchin, the wandering monk, and Kiyohime, the woman who advanced herself upon him and killed him after she was rejected. A story that told of the pain of unrequited love, and the consequences of breaking a promise...and the woman was summoned here, as a Servant of Chaldea.
“Kiyohime...is that really you?”
I pick my words carefully. If she’s under the impression that I am the monk in the legend, then I have to tread with extreme care. While it could likely lead to trouble later on, my first priority is to avoid conflict and escape with my life.
“It is good to see you...did you really wait so long for me?”
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Post by Kiyohime on Dec 16, 2015 21:45:26 GMT
Kiyohime knew how wrong it was of her to fling herself into her beloved arms, a yamato nadeshiko, the perfect woman and wife should always be gentle and polite. But for a moment, she had needed to feel him right there and then. Already starting to dismiss the wait and the words Anchin had said. Looking up happily into his face, she saw only what she wanted to see and her eyes wet before with happiness were now radiating love as she felt his arms around her as well. In the end, she did step back slowly and straightened her clothes, looking a bit flustered. As if caught unawares and in thought as he had done.
"Forgive me my Anchin. I was waiting here for Anchin after he told me that he would be right back." It was clear from the way she was saying the name that she was talking about someone else and yet the same person. Her eyes a bit sharper as she said so, pondering dangerous thoughts about lies and liars and leaving someone behind as she looked directly into Archers eyes, her eyes having become those of a dragon all gold exchanged for the crimson of fire. "Yes, I waited so long, so long, so very long I was thinking Anchin had left me behind again. You would never leave or lie to me, right Anchin? I love you so much after all, it could never happen." Her smile had become predatory for a moment, until her eyes cleared up again and her whole posture relaxed. Sighing just a little after she moved her sleeve in front of her mouth, her eyes grew golden again.
"You silly Anchin, naturally it is me, you would never be able to forget me!?" Kiyohime giggled a little and looked around, seeing ash and half burned flower petals as if noticing them for the first time. "Shall we move to a more private place my dear? This is hardly fitting a romantic evening." Kiyohime said with a lovely voice that was purely happy about the prospect of spending time with Anchin.
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Post by King Atlas on Dec 16, 2015 22:01:49 GMT
 You know, when Atlas saw Kiyohime plucking petals. He had a pretty good inkling to stay the hell away from her. It was what he had learned from experience. A brief experience, but experience nonetheless. Apparently when you tried to tell a girl her husband was a bum beyond bums and rather useless, she tended to get pouty and angry and refused to hear anything else you had to say. So, Atlas had just kept his distance. Not even interfering when one poor bastard already attempted to talk to her. When that poor bastard turned out to be the Counter Guardian who had a pretty big role in killing him, he had even less reason to interfere. Still, watching this was... a bit much to bear. On the one hand, the suffering of the Counter Guardian was hilarious. On the other, no one should have to go through that hell. And the third, Kiyohime was about to break into disgusting pet names, he was certain of it. So, he quietly rose from his seat and established eye contact with EMIYA. That was when he noticed the Counter Guardian embracing who he had learned was the creepy dragon lady, Atlas did only one thing. Gold eyes drilled into EMIYA's gray, not really sure if EMIYA was even looking back. Holding out a hand, he made use of his A ranked Item Construction to conjure a hat in said hand. What did he do with that hat? Atlas looked over to EMIYA again before closing his eyes and lowering his head in slience, placing the new hat over his heart in a few moments of silence. The message of those actions would be clear to EMIYA, he was sure. At least Kiyohime had her back to him, so she wouldn't see it. Dismissing the magical hat, he slowly started to slip out of the cafeteria, to leave poor EMIYA to his fate.
tags: emiya , Kiyohime notes: he's outta here |
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Post by emiya on Dec 16, 2015 22:11:33 GMT
“After he told you…”
Pieces were coming together for me, even after such a short conversation:
I am Anchin to her
Other people also appear as Anchin to her.
A curious, unfortunate circumstance. She would see the person she loved in people she did not. This would lead to heartbreak as she would feel “forced” to kill Anchin after Anchin who did not live up to her standards, and people would die. A horrifying existence, truly...but quite pitiable. While I might have felt compelled to end her life under ordinary circumstances, the compulsion against violence by Chaldea was strong.
Even still...it was hard to think of her as terrifying, even if I saw the fire in her eyes just moments before, as she walked backwards, looking flustered. She almost reminded me of an old, dear friend from my younger days. He felt he could work with this person, despite the clear danger she presented. However, there would have to be a test, to see if that was really possible.
“I do not intend to abandon you, or lie to you. But to do that, I must make one thing clear. My name is not Anchin, and I am not a monk. I am a Servant of Chaldea, like yourself, and my name is Emiya Shirou. I am of the Servant class Archer.” I sigh, inwardly preparing myself to fight. It would be foolish to try and keep this Servant in line with a connection formed on lies, after all. If I was attacked for making this clear, then there is truly no way to work with this Servant effectively, and it would be more efficient to terminate her as a safety threat.
...I’ve killed enough people. A bit of frustration would be preferable, if the only alternative. Even if a certain interloper assumed otherwise, it was something I had to try. If I can avoid it...this is a chance to try to save people without simply being a cleaner. If I was going to give those dusty old ideals another go...simply avoiding this woman wasn't something I could do without betraying them.
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Post by Kiyohime on Dec 16, 2015 22:52:41 GMT
Kiyohime just listened as he spoke, her eyes gently following his lips and glued to his face. Her sleeve moved from her face and she was still smiling, no dark clouds washing over her as he spoke of being someone else. Just a flicker of recognition and respect in her expression as he said that he would not lie. Why would he after all, there was no reason for it. Tilting her head to the side just enough to look puzzled, her lips spoke the name. Shirou. Loudlessly while still waiting for him to finish.
A few seconds passed as if she was thinking about it or just processing the new information. Then, she placed a finger on her lips and said: "Shirou. A wonderful name. Anchin reborn into a servant. But if you like I will call you by your new name dear. Shirou. Fate will always tie us together in one way or another. But oh, where was my head, introductions. I am your Kiyohime as always, just reborn like you into the body of a servant, a berserker, but please do not be frightened. I hope I am still to your liking. I can change too, always would for you." Weaving through her long hair with her elegant hand. Her hair suddenly changed into another color, then another and another, stopping as the colors merged with each other to create a deep black, all the while her whole body had become just a bit curvier as her shapeshifting worked it´s magic. Her features still the same, but looking more mature.
Such was the extent of her love that her own body would always try to fit to what Anchin... Shirou´s ideal would be like. There was no need for other women or men depending on Anchins gender. She could be whatever Anchin wanted her to be, even her eye color had changed into a prismatic color of undefinedness as if meshing all kinds of color with each other. A little drop of sweat on her forehead, vanishing as if never having been there the next second was the only sign of the strain she was putting herself under. Looking into his eyes anxiously, she said: "See Shirou?" Her balance was off a little now too, adapting slowly to her new form.
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Post by emiya on Dec 16, 2015 23:20:22 GMT
The resolution was awkward, but it seemed that Kiyohime could easily accept that. This was good...it seemed my hopes were not impossible. I smile, and nod. “Thank you for telling me so. The name is not always an easy one to accept...but I feel I should hear it more often.” The smile grows from a tight grin to one larger and easier as she goes into introductions...but her class makes it fade away. “Berserker...I am saddened, but not surprised. I hope Mad Enhancement does not afflict you too horribly. It seems as if it’s effect is....limited.”
My eyes go wide as her hair changes color. From blue, to blonde, to brown, to a darker blue, to all the different colors the rainbow could go. Even her body shape changed itself...and with a bit of shock, I realize that it’s simply trying to please me. “Kiyohime, please, stop. This isn’t necessary.” He sighs. “I see, and it is quite endearing that you would go to such lengths simply to suit my tastes. But I’m afraid I will likely prefer you as you are over what you look like when you force a change on yourself merely to try and satisfy me. Forgive me for saying so, but that does not seem honest to me.”
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Post by Kiyohime on Dec 17, 2015 0:32:08 GMT
Hear it more often? Seems like more people than just her called him Anchin then, maybe it would just take some time for him to get used to it. But as always she would follow the whims of her beloved. A loving smile on her lips, she looked him deep into the eyes, a blush on her cheeks. "Shirou." In a low hum. Like a big purring cat or someone very satisfied with what was happening. As she said so, her hair color slowly moved back into place as well as her proportions, hesitantly, as if nervous about it. It felt a little like baring everything to him after he had said that he loved her the way she was. Not that she minded, it was just... She was aware of it now.
Her blush growing a shade pinker, she spoke up again, trying to regain her expression a little by telling him something of no meaning to her, that he seemed to be interested in. "Someone told me this... Mad enhancement? That it is rated EX in my case. But I don´t feel any different, so I do not think it effected me at all. Meaning you are right, very limited." Smiling coyly, she looked a bit better, balance was back and she seemed to be a bit more focused now as a whole. Giggling a little behind her sleeve, she spoke up again. "Shirou. My body in any form is mine, just like yours is called Shirou, even if you were to lose a limb or dyed your hair. You would always be you. My body does not lie, no matter what shape it is, it is just me. It is not an illusion I really change my shape and structure. No lies involved, but for you I will go back to how I looked like when we met." Kiyohime said and playfully wiggled a finger at him.
Suddenly she spun once and her features were completely back to normal, even the slight miscoloration of her clothes had faded. "There we go, one Kiyohime ready for whatever you would like to do. Shirou, I love you the way you are too." Looking very docile and prim, she even produced a fan of intricate art from her sleeves and held it in one hand as if she wanted to fan herself a little. The air still a bit ashen and smokey from the burned and still burning petals. But holding back with it to not be a burden to him. For just a second wondering if she should open a hole in the ceiling to let in fresh air.
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