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Post by ai on Jan 22, 2016 17:03:36 GMT
Chaldea's facilities were really something to contemplate if one had the time. Such nice art work of whoever created it could make anyone stop by and stare at each section for hours, in Ai's case... Well, she has never bothered to do so. She left her room quickly in the morning after leaving the breakfast served for her friend. Her mind also worked very simple, she had planned to go out for a walk and burn the calories she had eaten the day before but her mind unconsciously had other plans for her.
While doing her usual walking route, she started to imagine what today was gonna be like “hmmm... Maybe if I'm lucky I can arrive before she wakes up and surprise her... hehe! or.. hmm.. so many things to think about and so little time...!!” and just like a careless puppy, she wandered off her usual path just to find herself walking senseless in the middle of the mess hall. She had yet to realize where she was in and only after crashing one of the walls of the mess hall she'd wake up from her delusion.
“...ow!”
She rubbed her nose carefully while she mumbled in pain.
“W-who put this wall here?! I don't remember a wall being in the middle of my wa-”
And then she noticed everything around her was just different. She was really lost now.
“...!!!” Not even a minute passed and Ai started to freak out, she was shaking in fear and panicking about not finding her way back. “............!!!” Unlike the other masters, the only routes she knew were the ones from her room, the hangar and the place where she usually goes to pick up missions, other than that everything was new to her. “It's over... I'll die here... guu...!” Helpless and giving up easily, Ai fell to her knees looking down on the floor. Maybe someone with a kind soul would come and pick her up, or maybe worse. Her fate now was in the hands of others.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 22, 2016 18:36:58 GMT
”Well, a puppy bundled up like a tormented child is certainly appealing too, ahahaha… but, this just won’t do.”
A familiar black heel would fall before Ai’s gaze, albeit with a somewhat unfamiliar backing – the pair of white stockings were now black instead; with fanciful rimming along their sides… and the green skirt that usually fell so low was nowhere to be seen from the huddled girl’s angle. And yet, even from this much, the familiar blonde’s demeanour seemed entirely different from before… while her grace was still certainly present, that sense of gentle kindness had utterly vanished. Instead, Ai would be met with a bemused but cruel stare if she looked up… it seemed that Natasha was just enjoying the situation, as per her words.
And indeed, if Ai glanced up from her position, she would find the lady was dressed very differently as well – among other things. A rather short black tartan skirt emphasised her fanciful thigh-high stockings; with a rimmed black sweater that left admittedly little to the imagination with its neckline. However, it didn’t really need a lot of help with that… to say the least, Natasha’s figure had changed dramatically. Her appetite from her night before with Ai was clearly authentic, and she certainly wasn’t a girl who could get away with that sort of attitude without consequences, it seemed… although, one had to wonder how she’d managed to pack in so much in only a few days. Indeed, the Russian seemed to have just about doubled her weight, if not more – while still fitting her clothing comfortably, she had certainly… ‘filled out’, to say the least. Ai would certainly have a lot more lap to sit on from here on, it seemed…
Of course, from Ai’s perspective she’d probably look all the more grandiose; leering down at the black-haired magus with a smirk. ”I was hoping I’d catch you soon… I’ve worked hard for you, you see? Ah, but I’m still starving, my dear… you’ll help me, won’t you?” crooned the lady as she kneeled down to meet her compatriot; sounding rather… suggestive in tone, despite her idle words. Lowering a hand, she’d gently raise Ai’s chin to make her meet her gaze – although the Russian still managed to tower over her… though perhaps her weight was a bit more looming at this point. ”I’ll take extra special care of you today, my little puppy…~”
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Post by Miska on Jan 22, 2016 19:19:41 GMT
Today’s a big day in the Chaldea Research Division. The bald researcher raises his eyeglasses. “Okay, Mr. Kopparsvard. Are you ready?”To the white-coated man Miska gave an OK sign with her hand. From behind the dark glass of her helmet she could still see her own ID hanging on the researcher’s clipboard. “Mr. Kopparsvard, Miska”. That would mean that the visual was good. Miska turned her gaze from the words. Thankfully, this suit was not made to be tight-fitting…. Once again, Miska was back in the gold-encased diving suit Venetia Gear. After that scary mission with Archer where she almost drowned, she had been nagging the Research Division for much-needed improvements in the suits design. It. Was. Ineffective. Period. She had used it before and had thoroughly understood its flaws and potential. But it still wasn’t easy to persuade the officials. Miska needed some time demonstrating that she really understood what she was thinking about before her constant yells caught the attention of one of the superiors. They gave a go, and so Miska had spent these past weeks in the Chaldea Research Division trying to bring what she envisioned to reality. This day, they were trying a new device to aid the suit's movement. A pair of rounded disc on each of the outer heels, with enough grip to force movement but also prevent it from sticking on the mud. Based an Miska and another Master’s missions using the Gear, the most glaring weakness of The Venetia Gear was how slow its movement was. The research team’s top priority, then, was to find or change something to boost the Gear’s movements. They have tried propeller and some form of small jet utilizing “change” before with great results. Then someone suggested a form of roller blades and they decided to give it a try. The result was today. The suit with Miska in it was suspended several centimeters above ground with a pair of belt securely tied to her shoulders. This way, the team could test the disc spin without making it move. That was their only objective today. Next day would be field test, if everything went well. The bald researcher gave a hand signal and the other scientists quickly looked at their own monitors, gathering as much data as they could.
“Okay. Test number thirteen B. Commence!”Miska closed her eyes. Concentrating hard. “Improvement, begins”She could feel the Gear. Its wires. Its prana connection. Its movement cables. And then she could feel the discs, a new addition to the system. The team was not yet sure how to best made them move, so today they left the task to Miska, having already appreciated her innate understanding of how any system work so that they did not have to search in the dark- wait. They did seem to depend on her too much lately… She blew away the thoughts. “Πιο αποτελεσματική”Output desired: Movement.For two full minutes nothing happened. But then, the discs started to spin. Slowly at first, gaining momentum with each passing second. Around the suspended Gear the scientists were busy recording The Gear’s system and try to understand which part that Miska altered to make the discs moved. Another team of scientists closely monitored Miska’s condition to gather some data about the user of The Gear. The bald scientist reached a microphone, which connected directly to Venetia Gear’s communication system. “Keep going! We want to know how fast it can spin.”
And with that, Miska concentrated harder. She had to make it more effective at moving. More more effective… *crack*---!Unwittingly, Miska’s desire to make the suit move did not only affect the disc. She had also started to jump up and down. Apparently, the system detected that it still had not moved and was trying to rectify the cause. Which naturally targeted the harness belt.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Came the bald researcher’s voice, worried at looking the suit bobbed up and down vigorously. “You don’t-“Too late! *snap!*In a split second, the furiously spinning discs touched the ground. Some sparks visibly flew as the discs gained grip and forced the suit to move forward. The resulting jerk surprised Miska, but it was too late to stop the system now. With such momentum the belt snapped and now the diving suit drove headlong to the laboratory area, carried by the spinning discs on its heels. “Waaaaa…!”‘Stop! Stop! Stop!' Panicking, Miska tried to access the system again. Try to stop…Try to stop… But she crashed to a researcher who was sent flying to a nearby desk and her concentration dropped. Desperate, she could only yell for people to get out of her way. But alas, the helm was soundproof. Only her vigorous gestures and the wheezing sound of the discs managed to get some out of the way. But she could not stop! She could only try to turn and avoid the main computer room to the front door… *crash*The suit destroyed the door and still going strong. Zigzagging through the corridors, it made mayhem wherever it went. More researchers were sent flying to the wall as it zoomed through. A decorative vase was broken. The water dispenser seemed would be unusable for some time. Next- A STEEL WALL?! Miska skidded and averted the potentially deadly disaster. Now turning to another corridor…Oh no, this one would lead to the Residential Area! She quickly veered right and crashed through another door, appearing in...Mess Hall?! Luckily, the Hall was wide enough. People (and once-people) who were there quickly jumped off the way as soon as they heard the door crash. But most of the tables were not that flexible. The suit plowed through them like a grass-cutter through haystacks, throwing debris everywhere while the person inside the suit could be seen frantically trying to stop the uncontrollable discs… ...before she spotted the back of someone kneeling right in her way. No, not just someone. But two-ones! And they were both not looking at their direction! And, no. Like everyone else they could not hear Miska screaming behind the visor for her to stay away. And could not see her movements either! But at least they would be able to hear the desk crashing left and right, right? And the sound of the discs grinding the floor, right? Right?! Oh God, please tell me these people aren't communicatively deficient like the fox boy before... Unable to be steered, the murderous golden suit whirred straight towards the two kneeling figure’s back… *** Apologize for my intrusion! Somehow I was eager to write this tonight  ai Natasha |
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Post by ROBIN on Jan 23, 2016 0:08:39 GMT
... How was the world still this absurd? Though it would be a lie to say that Robert had ever been a quiet, subdued person, when he had accepted the mantle of Robin Hood he had forced himself to become larger than life; if people were going to believe in him, believe that he was the incarnation of justice and the voice of the people, then he was going to need to seem like more than just an ordinary person. He overacted, he made big sweeping gestures, he spat in the face of evil just because that was what he needed to do to earn the public's trust. As such, it was hardly a surprise when he had been been summoned as a servant - He was, after all, the epitome of a hero. However, whilst the Grail had given him all the information he could need about this world, it was still strange to walk through it and taste the artificial air of the Chaldean base. It wasn't as if this was the farthest forward in time that he had been summoned to - his duty as a beast of Alaya threw him forwards and backwards in time constantly - so that wasn't the problem. Instead, it was the place that he had been summoned to. Chaldea itself was a bizarre concept. It was admirable, to be sure. The concept of humans surpassing their own limitations to go back in time and protect other people at risk of life and limb? So much to adore about that. By all rights, he should adore every person who chose to sacrifice their time working for such a noble cause. Alaya certainly felt no shortage of affection towards the humans making her job easier. But the people who worked for it that made it even weirder than it was. One would assume that to work for a project like this you would have to be a good person - The events that transpired within these walls were kept hidden from the rest of the world, so it wasn't as if they would acquire any glory from this. Plus, you were putting yourself at risk every hour of every day you worked here, due to the sheer amount of things that could go wrong. Yet, so many of the people here were pompous fools, or idiots, or bullies. What did they have to gain from working here... Could it really pay that well? ... Though, it wasn't as if he hated them. These men were no Gisbornes, they were better than that. These... what do you call them? They weren't quite masters, they didn't bear the command seals for that, but they nonetheless held authority with the grail. A name would need to be given so that he could understand them better. If not masters, then maybe Vassals? These "vassals" still gave their time and effort freely without complaint, even if their personalities were deficient in many cases. That, if only that, redeemed them. ---- Walking through Chaldea, Robert let his mind wander over those questions. Letting them run freely through his head like spring lambs, he seemed to tune the rest of the world. He rarely got free moments like this where he could just think about the bigger questions rather than dealing with some impending crises. His duty as a counter-guardian was one that he held great affection for, unlike his crimson companion, but it did keep him rather busy. It was thus important that he take moments to stop and smell the roses whilst he had that time. It was at that moment that he noticed a strange scene. A poor little brunette girl had her head held by some blonde girl, and she was crying her eyes out. What on earth was going on here? It seemed like the blonde was what was making the brunette cry, and by that cruel little smirk on her face it seemed that she was enjoying her reaction. Hmph. Robert's face fell into one of irritated disapproval. Why did people enjoy the misery of others. "Y'know, lass, it's not very nice to make others cry." he called out, keeping his distance from the pair. It should have been none of his business, this was something between those two girls, but it seemed that his years as Robin Hood had left him with an overwhelming desire to place himself into these sorts of situation. It wasn't even a choice at this point, it was a physical instinct. "There's a great, big world out there and you're wasting your time bullying someone? Really?"It is likely that he would have continued to call her out on her cruelty were it not for... that. He didn't even have words for what happened next, as a strange mechanical monstrosity charged through the messhall. If this was some play or great saga told by a bard then this was a Deus ex Machina, sent to resolve the plight without having any major character interaction. It was the stormy seas, or the plague, or the fire that burned through the rafters. His eyes of the mind allowed him to see it coming before it crushed them in its rampage, and his body leaped into action without thought. Shooting across the corridor, he bounded off the floor and attempted to slam his full weight against the monstrosity. Unless something stopped him, the machine would be slammed with his full weight, a deceptively powerful hand smashing into the chestplate of the beast and throwing it onto its back with a flying lariat. |
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Post by ai on Jan 23, 2016 15:45:28 GMT
Was it really the time to be crying? Was it really the moment to feel helpless on the floor while the most important person in her eyes was holding her face? A lot of feelings were mixed deep inside Ai's heart and she could barely hear Natasha's words. Only the sound of her voice somehow made her feel better and if not for it, she would have fallen down in depression. Although in the eyes of others the situation both of them were in might not look like a casual thing to witness, in Ai's mind it was like being rescued by a charming prince, in this case though... her princess.
Happiness is a luxury. A luxury that even Ai sometimes denies for herself while caring for others. She was indeed happy after feeling "rescued" by her friend but this luxury lasted only shortly after being interrupted by a mysterious man. "...!" Ai's eyes widened and the look in her face was rather surprised. The man behind Natasha and in front of her not only seemed handsome but also his words made her feel at ease. Even if his assumption of the situation was incorrect and the accusations towards Natasha somehow harsh, Ai was more of captive about him "caring" for others without a thought. Were there really other people out there that were nice enough to care about others?
"H...." Not even a chance to complete a word, the whole scene was interrupted by a weird object that seemed to go in their direction, causing destruction in its way. "So this is how it ends?..." Ai's tears once again ran down her cheeks "So this is my fate?..." It seemed like the end for her and unconsciously, she curled down on the floor, holding her legs tightly and accepting her somehow fatal fate "I knew that being happy was not good for me..." And although an heroic show of strength given by the mysterious man in order to protect the two girls happened in front of them, Ai's mind was already accepting the sad ending for her. Maybe someone will have to wake her up soon before she turns into the opposite of what she is.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 5, 2016 9:43:15 GMT
Well, so much for the whole loving sadist queen look. That was the in-thing with girls these days, wasn’t it?
While in the midst of her show, Natasha was promptly distracted by a certain obnoxious gentleman intent on raining her parade – the nerve! This was her girlfriend; she was hers! She could do what she liked, damn it! Calling her a bully – her, of all people; it made her fume! In a mere moment the blonde’s little veil of nobility would disappear, frowning huffily in the Servant’s direction. ”She’s my date, you know! I’m not exactly going out of my way to make my –“ she began, only to be just as promptly cut-off by the newfound visitor as her current antagonist. Now, she knew Chaldea was a bit of a loopy place, but really. This was just ridiculous.
Crashing and smashing and what-have-you; it was a royal pain to the wannabe-royal girl. She just wanted to have a nice day of fussing over Ai and indulging her own ego; none of this garbage! No doubt another Servant having a field day… they were really more trouble than they were worth! Iron-hearted in her current bitter state, Natasha merely chose to completely ignore the mechanical nonsense going on around her. Well, beyond a very furious frown on her face; she was none too happy about the interruption.
”Oh, get lost! I just want to have a nice date with my Ai, so show some respect and give me some room!” snarled Natasha; about as threatening as a far from combat-oriented Master could be – well, at least her height gave her a bit of force to her threats. Scooping up her poor crush in her arms, the magus awkwardly balanced the shorter girl in her grip while raising a hand to make it clear she was being serious; as her Command Seals were placed in clear view. ”I’m number one right now, and I’ve been working damn hard to get there! So show some basic respect and let me have my treat, understood?! Otherwise – I’ll get really cross, you see!”
Finishing her tirade of literally blind rage, Natasha gave an unhappy ‘hmph!’ and flicked her head aside; turning her attentions to kidnapping her girlfriend. ”Given it appears that lunch is out of the question here, it seems my room will have to be the place for our next date, my dear. I hope you don’t mind me returning the favour, Ai.” huffed the blonde as she attempted to find her way to a wall to navigate properly while also still looking very dignified and angry… not the most efficient way to find one’s path, but she wasn’t about to lose her reputation after all that!
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Post by Miska on Feb 5, 2016 16:40:59 GMT
“WillhitWillhitWillhitWillhitGodpleaseForgivemeIhavesinnedmuchanddonotReadeverydayPleasegivemaplaceinyourHeaveneventhoughIamunworthyofsalvationPleasegivethosetwoyourblessingsandforgavemysinsforendingtheirlivespleasepleasepleaseplease….”What could the poor, unsuspecting lab rat did in this situation except praying? Miska knew her end was near. As the now fully uncontrollable Golden Suit rushed headlong towards the two kneeling figure and the mess hall behind them, the end was inevitable. Miska had already pictured her suit slammed the two so hard they would probably die of sever injury. And she herself, slammed smack at the wall, crushing each and every bone in her to dust. In this moment, he could only pray to the Almighty Lord for help. And in this moment, it seemed, The Lord had once again proved that he would never leave the Faithfuls in peril.
“----!!!!!”A male figure suddenly sprinted towards him and hit him very hard in the chest with a flying lariat. Thankfully, the Venetia Gear was quite sturdy. And cushions, although small, helped dampen the impact on him. But the force was still tremendeous. Miska could feel some of his rib bones cracking as his trajectory abruptly halted. He fell on his back, and now it was his skull’s turn being shaken as the suit slammed to the hard floor. It even left a mark, courtesy of the hard round shell which made the Diving Suit helmet. *crash*The toppled suit spun like a turtle overturned on its shell. Still the two wheels on the heels whirred stubbornly, apparently still hunger for dire speed. But now that they did not touch the ground anymore their force was wasted. The suit made three or four sweeping circle on the floor before finally stopped, just inches from actually slamming on the mess hall’s walls. Disaster was averted. There was a loud universal “sigh” as the few people who were still left in the room let go of their worry at the same time. In one corner a broken table which was hanging on its last legs finally gave up. A soft crash was heard when its debris spread around. And then the suit opened. First the helm rolled off the body, revealing a tuft of bright red hair framing a pale, sweaty face. Next the suit opened from the neck down to the waist with a hissing sound. Out crawled the Kopparsvard lordling on her elbows, shaken and depleted of mana but evidently very glad to still be alive. The light in her eyes was the light of those who had just survived a near-fatal accident. Glad and worried and mixture of anxiety, but grateful all the same. The moment she succeeded getting out completely of the murderous suit, she suddenly realized her face was very close to the shoes of another person. A blonde woman stood tall over her, apparently angry. Miska’s mouth was just about to shout for help when the woman cut her short- ”Oh, get lost! I just want to have a nice date with my Ai, so show some respect and give me some room!” The lady snarled angrily. ”I’m number one right now, and I’ve been working damn hard to get there! So show some basic respect and let me have my treat, understood?! Otherwise – I’ll get really cross, you see!”Miska’s natural instinct was to shrink away from the angry authority. But the moment she tried to crawl away, an excruciating pain gripped her chest. She grimaced in pain, only to have a lump on her throat which came out with a slight cough. Her eyes widened as she saw the red streak contrasted on the white floor, very close to her own nose. Blood. Some of his ribs had been fractured and were now piercing his lungs.
“Ah…”Miska was terrified. He knew he had fractured ribs from the unmistakable pain but no more than that. Little did he knew that her lungs would trap air very soon and would soon unable to expand more, effectively choking him in the inside. He was in a medical emergency. Of course, a rapid, precise healing spell might just save her life right now. Neither could she be removed carelessly, for fear of further injuring her lungs. Or worse, heart. Changing her position without proper application might prove fatal. But as the two Masters seemed to be walking away, it seemed chances were slim that any of them would deign to help… Unwittingly, a small voice in Miska’s head, the ever-impartial observer, cruelly remarked that it would be an amusing irony if Chaldea’s first ever fatal casualty happened in its very own canteen. |
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Post by ROBIN on Feb 6, 2016 2:17:13 GMT
The hit had landed. Robert's fist collided with the chest piece of the robot, sending it toppling to the ground and carrying him with it, collapsing in a pile on the ground. For a moment, he was temporarily dazed as he hit his head against the toppling monstrosity of machine, the world swimming in and out of his vision. A sudden nausea rose through his chest, but he forced himself to swallow it - Now was not a good time to have to deal with a concussion. Now was the absolute worst time to have a concussion.
Stumbling to his feet, the dazed servant looked around, with a slightly dumbfounded smile on his face. Had... had he just lariated a robot? His instincts had activated quicker than his body was able to, and his actual thoughts were only now kicking in properly. He had just wrestled a bloody robot to the ground... and yet nobody seemed impressed. He had just toppled Goliath, and yet nobody seemed to be surprised. In fact, they seemed to be angry at him.
The girl began to rant about how she was trying to have fun with "her Ai", and how it was none of his business how she treated her. For the first time, Robert was capable of seeing her face-to-face, and what he noticed about her made him.... confused to say the least. Robert had seen enough victims of war with those same glassy eyes that resembled a dead fish's to know just from seeing her that she was blind. Robert's eyes shot to Ai, a clearly confused face that spoke volumes about the internal screaming going on inside his head. This girl... was being bullied by a cripple?! How was that even possible?!
Putting that aside for the moment, Robert crossed his arms and shot the girl a disapproving glare. "Whoa there, Bluebeard, save the abuse for the bedroom. Do you really think that being this girl's partner gives you an excuse to be cruel to her? Hell, if anything, being her lover gives you the duty of being extra kind and loving to her. You're supposed to care about her well-being, aren't you?"
It was clear that he didn't like the concept of someone having an abusive relationship - perhaps, as a servant, it was his duty to sit back and allow masters to carry on however they liked. Maybe a more submissive servant would have just accepted the girl's treatment of her partner as none of his business and carried on with his day, but Robert was not the kind of person who just sat back and accepted the reality of the world to be a certain way. If he was, he wouldn't have joined the beasts of Alaya.
"Also, you really shouldn't carry her like that." Robert added, almost like a nagging older brother "I mean, you're blind, right? You can't see in front of you, what happens if you trip?"
Robert's attention was snapped away from the girl and her pitiful partner, instead shooting over to the sound of hacking and coughing. It was coming from the redhead who had crawled out of the wreckage of the robot, the pilot of the marauding mecha. If he had known that the robot was piloted, he would have likely taken greater pains to avoid hurting the person inside. Yet, if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, we'd all have a merry Christmas - He had not known, and so he hadn't held back enough.
The sound of him hacking might have seemed harmless, but then he spat out a lump of blood. A large lump of blood, followed by an extremely panicked look spreading across the poor kid. Part of Robert seemed almost detached from the scene that he was seeing - He had spent the last years walking through war-zone after war-zone. Atlantis, Rome, China, the titanomachy. Again and again, he witnessed pain and suffering, the deaths of innocents, and after a while you simply blocked it out. Yet, at the same time, a fact gnawed at him - this wasn't just something he had walked through, this was something that he had caused.
The look that spread over Robert's face was not one of fear, nor one of panic, but more one belonging to a man haunted. He had seen this so many times before - too many times before. Again and again through the crusades, he had watched his friends get arrows through the chest or a sword through the belly and had been forced to listen to them cough out their last upon the field. Hell, again and again he had wound up barely surviving after a battle, especially in Acre.
His mind raced, looking for some way to get out of this situation. He couldn't abandon the area, this was his fault. But he also knew that there was nothing that he could do for the boy. He wasn't a caster, he wasn't a healer, he was a guardian and a warrior. Yet a guardian is no good when the person they're supposed to be protecting is already wounded. So, Robert left. His movement was so rapid that it didn't even seem like he had left. Instead, it seemed as if he had simply disappeared.....
...at least it did until ten seconds later when he appeared with a clearly flustered doctor from Chaldea's medical bay clutched in his arms in a manner not entirely non-similar to Natasha's own hold of Ai. He placed her down with little ceremony next to the patient, and stood back to watch the unfolding results.
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Post by ai on Feb 6, 2016 3:13:30 GMT
Just so much going on and happening so fast that Ai could barely keep up. Her teary eyes and her clouded thoughts made her look like a helpless person and even under complete danger, she was useless. It happened again and again to the point where she was considering her bad luck being nothing but her own fault at being so useless. This time, a man rushed in to save them both... Why didn't Ai push Natasha out of the way and saved her by sacrificing herself? why does it have to be others always saving her?
"Not anymore..."
She was no longer fueling sadness, there was a mixture of feelings inside of her... Anger being the one mostly growing. She was growing tired of crying, tired of always feeling helpless and mostly tired of not being able to say or do what she wanted, it all had to come to an end.
"Ple---"
Then again before she could even say a word, there she was... An angel? No, more like a princess! The figure of the only person who could truly bring peace and calm to her heart was just in front of her. She did notice Natasha's presence from before but little did she know everything she went through only to dress up for this moment. She blushed and couldn't hide it at all. Ah, but the war had not finished there yet... It was not really enough for Natasha to tease and grow feelings in Ai, her words do a lot too.
"D-date?... Does that mean.. She's my... and I'm her..."
She couldn't help her face from turning even more red than it was before.
"So I'm hers... and she's mine... I-I-I-Is this even true?! She's feeling the same way?! This is not a dream right?!"
And again, her imagination fed up with her lover's words was out of control. Briefly enough as Natasha's words continued, she couldn't care less about the servant in front of them. An invitation to her own room! And her dominant attitude was just enough to melt her heart. Yes, Ai loved everything (so far) about Natasha, including everything she's said and done.
"I get to visit her room now?! And I have to pick up my clothes from my room too... And I must prepare something for her too!! Ahhh!! what am I going to do?!"
Just so much going on until her dreamy bubble exploded after hearing some strange coughing. The machine that threatened their lives was now wide open but there was a person that came out of it and she barely noticed just then!... Ai's eyes widened. Just who that person was? Why was she bleeding? She needed urgent medical attention.
"PL-" And before she could even say a word, she was being grabbed by away by her girlfriend. Such a predicament Ai was in now, not only was she the only one capable at that moment to save the poor girl from her cruel fate but also, by trying to do so, she would probably be making her loved one sad by not leaving with her.
"What am I supposed to do...? Please... forgive me..." Sadly enough, her love for Natasha was way bigger than anything she could feel for anybody else, even if that meant saving anyone else's life. With that thought going, she held tightly onto Natasha's left arm and did not hesitate to hug it tightly stopping the movement of both of them... Natasha could now feel her girlfriend's sadness and happiness mixed together by the situations they just went through in short time.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 9, 2016 18:31:37 GMT
”Oh, for heaven’s – I just can’t have fun in peace, can I? Augh, ever since the Grand Order mess started…” sulked Natasha, now getting honestly upset about matters – she was just angry before, but now she was just beginning to feel miserable… but for now, the man’s complaints had to be shoved aside. The scent of blood pierced her senses; a familiar sensation. At least this was one thing she could work with, though it really was getting to be a pain. Ai’s squeeze hardly helped matters… the girl had barely even squeaked since Natasha scooped her up. M-Maybe she really was the bad guy here? Did Ai not like her so much now?! Had she really messed up…?!
”Ah, fine… I’ll give you a treat. I don’t like doing this sort of thing on my time off, but if there’s blood in the air then something must be done, right?” grumbled the lady, her blindness leaving her out of the loop on the situation – she had assumed it was just more magus shenanigans, but was only now beginning to comprehend than things were worse. Gently placing Ai on her feet, the tall blonde raised her arms dramatically; green energy beginning to silently fizz in the air around her. While perhaps nothing special for one of Chaldea’s specialised magus, for any typical soul it was probably quite the sight to see Natasha bring her magic to bear… after all, where she lacked quality, she had quantity… and with her current physique, well…
”Много он бед перенёс; но в его жизни была~” sung the blonde elegantly in her native tongue; the magic around her growing in size and intensity; licks of healing magic flaring up around her – the typical little cloud that she conjured was nowhere to be seen at the moment; replaced by this grand show. Turning her attentions to the sounds of Miska’s suffering and the scent of their blood; the radiant green energy would congregate around the injured teen. ”Целая площадь цветов; миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз…”
Arcing her arms down, Natasha’s spell was completed; a gorgeous rainbow lighting up the air in front of her patient whom was clouded in healing vapours – although as overdramatic as most of the blonde’s mannerisms, Miska could surely at least appreciate the healing power involved. While definitely lacking any of the finer work they required, the overcharged magic would certainly stabilise the state of their lungs for a good while; surely enough time for Robin’s hastily prepared expert to give some far more professional help. Admittedly, though… Natasha’s magecraft wasn’t the finest, especially given her blind state; so the grandeur of the spell or the thickness of the healing vapours might make things somewhat worse if Miska overreacted. But then again, he surely wasn’t in a good enough state to undermine himself that much…
Satisfied in having done her part in the incident she wasn’t even involved in and yet seemed to be being guilted over, Natasha gave a heavy sigh of disappointment – blast, she’d overdone it! She’d lost at least twenty or so pounds from that show alone… damn it, she wanted to fuss over Ai while looking so good! Not waste on some stupid accident she wasn’t even involved in! She’d have to just have a huge lunch or something to make up for it… oh well, maybe she could ‘convince’ Ai to feed her, ufufufu~
Gently tapping Ai’s shoulders to check her position, Natasha would reach down again to scoop up the smaller girl; albeit this time holding her with one arm under her rump and legs and her other holding her shoulders and head to her own chest – with that, she cast a meaningful glance in the direction of a certain man’s voice… was this safe enough for his whining? She could hardly trip on Ai now, even if she were blind! Admittedly, Ai might have other objections at the moment given her head was somewhat buried into the blonde’s bust; but given Natasha’s current physique she got the feeling that the smaller girl would have few objections. ”Now, to the victor goes the spoils~”
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