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mayfield_rpg2012-02-13 07:51 pm
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Ｄ Ｕ Ｏ + odi et amo
[A. Action - Earlyish Morning (2/14) - 505 Ricardo - Locked to Hakuno Kishinami
Hey.
Hey Master.
Guess who's waiting outside your room for you to get up?
And who's holding a long strip of leather in her hands, which appears to have been dipped in paint? Also a small parcel, but that's probably not the eye-grabbing part.
I'll give you a hint.
It's not Rin.]
[B. Action - Noon or so (2/14) - wherever the hell Rin lives idefk - Locked to Rin Tohsaka
Knock-knock, pigtails! It's impolite to keep an emperor waiting~!
Saber's waiting at the door with a small parcel, and a stubbornly upbeat expression on her face; if you can read it, you'll be able to tell that the day hasn't been going QUITE to plan so far, but she's still gonna make the most of it, dammit, so OPEN UP YOU DUMB TSUNDERE GOSH]
[C. Phone - Evening (2/14)
Someone sure sound like she's full of Valentine's cheer! Has she been drinking, or... no she's always like this, okay.........]
A fair day to you, Mayfield! Or, rather, I hope that it has been. A lifetime of shame upon the person that cannot enjoy a holiday such as this! Truly, is there a purer sort of beauty than the outpouring of affection?
[...Saber stops to think about that one; maybe she IS drunk.]
...perhaps, but it is a rare thing.
[She has a little chuckle at that.]
For those of you wise enough to enjoy yourselves: you're welcome. [...] Not that I claim personal responsibility for the holiday, of course, but it finds its origin with my people.
Would you like to hear of it?
[is she actually gonna see if people want to-]
Of course you would.
[Of course she isn't.]
...although, it's usually considered unwise for a Servant to reveal anything about herself... but, no matter! My people are rife with larger-than-life figures, and my personal works are legion.
[...she clears her throat.]
...I appear to have gotten off-topic.
You call today "St. Valentine's Day", do you not? However, that is not the name it once went by... I would not have allowed such a thing. No... we named the feast Lupercalia, after the great wolf that was the mother of us all.
[...surrogate mother, dear. surrogate mother.]
In all honesty, many of the customs we adhered to were tiresome, as ceremony is wont to be, but... there was one that I had great affection for. You see, during the ceremonies, goats would be sacrificed... and, after all was said and done, we would take strips of hide, and coat them in the collected blood. As we did so, the women of the city - minus the few nobles that were exempt from the process [...wow, she actually sounded kind of really absurdly bitter at the mention of nobility right there?? what's up with that? ain't she a noble?] - would flood into the streets, and await the passing of the revelers... and, when we passed... [...she draaaaaaags out the pause...] ...we would strike them with our bloodied thongs!
[...and she pretty much has a good laugh at that; a nostalgic one, as she remembers her heady days of lass-whipping, back in the double digits AD.]
...of course, do not mistake this for abuse! Nothing could be further from the truth. It was a blessing, you see; it ensured fertility, and a painless childbirth.
Some would simply charge about, striking every woman they came across... and that was quite alright! Blessing many is the sign of a generous soul! However... more common were those who would seek out a single woman, one whom they cared for deeply, and strike only her. In many cases, this could be taken as a confession, or even a proposal!
A grandiose display, one I find rather appealing... although, I must say, modern traditions are far neater, quite a bit more delicious.
Anyway, I hope my exposition has enriched your day... and, perhaps, that you might take these customs to heart!
Goodn-
[...and she stops; there was definitely something she was forgetting... but what...........]
--ah! No, one last matter!
Our captors have seen fit to return my blade to me; as such, I require a partner with which to train! A skilled partner, of course; my own technique has not degraded so much from disuse that a training dummy will do. If you believe yourself qualified, please do speak up!
And now, I actually wish you goodnight.
Hey.
Hey Master.
Guess who's waiting outside your room for you to get up?
And who's holding a long strip of leather in her hands, which appears to have been dipped in paint? Also a small parcel, but that's probably not the eye-grabbing part.
I'll give you a hint.
It's not Rin.]
[B. Action - Noon or so (2/14) - wherever the hell Rin lives idefk - Locked to Rin Tohsaka
Knock-knock, pigtails! It's impolite to keep an emperor waiting~!
Saber's waiting at the door with a small parcel, and a stubbornly upbeat expression on her face; if you can read it, you'll be able to tell that the day hasn't been going QUITE to plan so far, but she's still gonna make the most of it, dammit, so OPEN UP YOU DUMB TSUNDERE GOSH]
[C. Phone - Evening (2/14)
Someone sure sound like she's full of Valentine's cheer! Has she been drinking, or... no she's always like this, okay.........]
A fair day to you, Mayfield! Or, rather, I hope that it has been. A lifetime of shame upon the person that cannot enjoy a holiday such as this! Truly, is there a purer sort of beauty than the outpouring of affection?
[...Saber stops to think about that one; maybe she IS drunk.]
...perhaps, but it is a rare thing.
[She has a little chuckle at that.]
For those of you wise enough to enjoy yourselves: you're welcome. [...] Not that I claim personal responsibility for the holiday, of course, but it finds its origin with my people.
Would you like to hear of it?
[is she actually gonna see if people want to-]
Of course you would.
[Of course she isn't.]
...although, it's usually considered unwise for a Servant to reveal anything about herself... but, no matter! My people are rife with larger-than-life figures, and my personal works are legion.
[...she clears her throat.]
...I appear to have gotten off-topic.
You call today "St. Valentine's Day", do you not? However, that is not the name it once went by... I would not have allowed such a thing. No... we named the feast Lupercalia, after the great wolf that was the mother of us all.
[...surrogate mother, dear. surrogate mother.]
In all honesty, many of the customs we adhered to were tiresome, as ceremony is wont to be, but... there was one that I had great affection for. You see, during the ceremonies, goats would be sacrificed... and, after all was said and done, we would take strips of hide, and coat them in the collected blood. As we did so, the women of the city - minus the few nobles that were exempt from the process [...wow, she actually sounded kind of really absurdly bitter at the mention of nobility right there?? what's up with that? ain't she a noble?] - would flood into the streets, and await the passing of the revelers... and, when we passed... [...she draaaaaaags out the pause...] ...we would strike them with our bloodied thongs!
[...and she pretty much has a good laugh at that; a nostalgic one, as she remembers her heady days of lass-whipping, back in the double digits AD.]
...of course, do not mistake this for abuse! Nothing could be further from the truth. It was a blessing, you see; it ensured fertility, and a painless childbirth.
Some would simply charge about, striking every woman they came across... and that was quite alright! Blessing many is the sign of a generous soul! However... more common were those who would seek out a single woman, one whom they cared for deeply, and strike only her. In many cases, this could be taken as a confession, or even a proposal!
A grandiose display, one I find rather appealing... although, I must say, modern traditions are far neater, quite a bit more delicious.
Anyway, I hope my exposition has enriched your day... and, perhaps, that you might take these customs to heart!
Goodn-
[...and she stops; there was definitely something she was forgetting... but what...........]
--ah! No, one last matter!
Our captors have seen fit to return my blade to me; as such, I require a partner with which to train! A skilled partner, of course; my own technique has not degraded so much from disuse that a training dummy will do. If you believe yourself qualified, please do speak up!
And now, I actually wish you goodnight.
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NO OKAY MAYBE SHE MEANT IT THE RIGHT WAY BUT WAS TOO EMBARRASSED TO SAY LOVE? like can sometimes mean love. right? maybe she gets it
she doesn't, she definitely doesn't.]Indeed! It was meant to ensure fertility... though, I hope you need not actually worry about that.
[She will kill the man that impregnates Hakuno. Kill him stone dead.]
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Fertility... [She blushes at that.] N-No, I won't have to worry about that! There are no boys I'm interested in.
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Oh? Good! Very good to hear. In that case, I've done no harm.
[...shit man this is getting hard. Just spit it out already, Saber!! Be specific!! She'll understand that.
...wait! There's still more to do!
She leans down to hook her finger around the nearly-forgotten parcel's bow, and hoists it up over her head, so that it's in front of Hakuno's face.]
I thought it improper to observe my old traditions, but ignore yours, so... a gift.
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Oh! I have something for you, as well. Do you mind if I go get it?
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Truly?
[Her tone isn't skeptical, just a bit excited. She releases her hold on Hakuno - albeit a bit reluctantly - and stands by, smiling in anticipation.
...and then she remembers she's still holding the paint-smeared leather strip in one hand. Gross. That's going right in Hakuno's trash can. IT'S SERVED THE PURPOSE IT WAS MADE FOR now it can go to Leather Valhalla or whatever.]
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Of course! [She heads back into her room for a minute, grabbing one of the two neatly wrapped boxes on her desk and moving back to where Saber is standing. She hands it over; it's small, no bigger than the usual candy boxes.]
Here. Open yours first.
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She accepts the box gingerly, and gives it a curious look... as she does her very best not to tear it to pieces god she's like a tiny child on Christmas day......
That said, this was... new to her. She was used to showering her love on others, and receiving nothing in return; she'd... more or less accepted, on some level, that it would always be that way. So, y'know, even something as normal as a valentine's day gift just... touched her.
She unwraps the package as gently as she can force herself to be, and finds---?]
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I didn't have much time to practice, so they might not be very good... but I did my best.
[And it is pretty good! And it was made with love so that counts, right...]
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Praetor... if these were made by you, as you thought warmly of me... there could be no finer delicacy.
[As if to prove the point, she pops one in her mouth, savouring it, feeling as though she can taste the love that went into it...]
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... Tell me, honestly. What do you think?
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Delicious... it's definitely delicious! Practice is unimportant; thinking fondly of the person for whom your gift is intended... that is how one makes divine chocolate!
[...which she hopes is gonna do it for hers, since. COOKING ISN'T SOMETHING SHE'S GOOD AT. But she did her best, and ended up sculpting the chocolates into lovely designs!
Who fucking knows how they taste, though....]
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Oh she almost forgot about the present Saber gave her. She opens it and...]
Wow.... did you make all of these?
icon depicts her internal reaction of OH GOD MY HEART???
A-ah, yes, indeed. I'm afraid they might not taste a good as yours - cooking is one art that I've yet to master - but... at the least, I hope to have created beauty on the outside.
[Hearts, doves, flowers... she must have been sculpting with a damn toothpick. This is the sort of detail you only expect when using a mold!]
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[She may have raised an eyebrow at Saber gloating about her artistic talent in the past, maybe even rolled her eyes at it... but this definitely proves that not all of that was just talk.
As much of a shame as it would be to eat the chocolate, she can't just ignore all of Saber's effort. So she picks out one of the hearts and pops it into her mouth.]
... Hey, it's really good!
[Not... the best chocolate ever, but it's at least on par with the good stuff you can buy.]
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There is beauty that is made to endure, and beauty made moreso by its brevity. To consume something like that is only right!
[...and as Hakuno voices her approval, she lets out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding in.]
Excellent. Excellent!
[Excellent!
She pops another of the chocolates Hakuno made into her mouth; even if it hadn't gone to plan
IT STILL MIGHT!!!!!!, this.... this was a day worth remembering already.And it was still morning.]
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So, this "Lupercalia"... are there any other things you do when you celebrate it?
[She sounds a little uncertain, since... really, what else could go along with whipping someone. But she's genuinely curious, at the same time.
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Ah. That question. A question she was absolutely going to evade as best she could, since. Parts of it were kind of really fucked up.
Most of it, actually.]
Ah, the majority of the celebration was ceremony; acts that had little significance to those not of the priesthood. For the common folk - the nobility, as well - it was largely a time for... togetherness.
Lupercalia was generally one of the few properly peaceful occasions the capital ever saw... aside from the stampeding of the Luperci, in their rush to whip the objects of their desire.
[Leaving out the part where some of the more desperate/old-fashioned Luperci would use thongs made not of the goat's skin, but of their own skin. It might put a damper on the whole thing.]
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[Yeah, the mental image of a bunch of Romans running around whipping each other... certainly is a strange one.]
So outside of that, it wasn't much different than modern Valentine's Day?
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If only it had been we that invented the camera...
[There would be about 500,000,000 pictures of half-naked dudes running through the streets with bloody love-whips... and nothing else. Why take pictures of other things, after all? You already have the best pictures.]
Mm... not meaningfully. [...she pauses a moment, and gives a slightly guilty look] ...though, I admit that my knowledge of the experiences of the commonfolk isn't as complete as I'd like.
[For all that she loved them, for all that she lived and ruled for the lower classes... there were so many ways that she never did - never could have - understood them. It... hurt. Thinking that. Thinking that there was such an impossible gulf between the palace and the paupers.
...ugh NO this is no time to be getting down in the dumps, dunkass! Pull yourself up by your emotional bootstraps and mack on your Master!
...okay not actually the second part.]
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I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories...
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She shakes her head, and puts on a carefree smile; NOTHING IS WRONG LALALA....]
Not at all. Those times are long since past! So, please, do not feel as if you need tread on eggshells.
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[A matching smile crosses Hakuno's face. She's still a little worried, but if Saber doesn't wanna talk more on the subject, she ain't gunna force her.]
So, er... have you hit anyone else with that whip yet? [Because if Saber really likes someone, Hakuno will definitely support her!
God she is so dumb.]/sets up a misunderstanding.....
...she looks completely taken aback by Hakuno's question.]
Certainly not! You were the first, last, and only recipient of my blessing. [TAKE. THE. HINT.] ...although I have plans for Rin, as well...
[catsob]
Oh, you're doing something special for Rin? That's great! [She knows they didn't really get along back home, so it's nice to see them getting along now.] Good luck. I'm sure she'll love whatever you do for her.
[HAHA IF SHE ONLY KNEW...]
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for example.]
Thank you for your support, Praetor. She is... [a huge bitch] difficult to please, but I hope to show her my esteem. Even if she is not the Rin we knew... I do not doubt for a moment that this Rin would have treated you just as well, been just as important an ally and friend, had she the chance.
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