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mayfield_rpg2012-02-13 07:51 pm
stages) wrote in 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.
[phone]
[phone]
Likely because they go there to make out.
[Duh.]
Very well, then! I will meet you there.
[And off she goes! switchin' to action~?]
[action]
I haven't done this in a while. I will confess to having missed having someone worthy to exercise my sword-arm with.
[action]
Carved along the v-shaped indentation in the blade - if he can read them at a distance - are the words "REGNUM CAELORUM ET GEHENNAS".]
A true pity. In that case, I hope that we both prove to be what the other needs...
[She twirls the oversized sword off her shoulder, and drives it into the ground.]
...a worthy adversary.
[She lets the blade sit for a moment, and closes the distance between them.]
A lovely collection. Though, I must wonder at that one...
[She points to the chainsword, a slightly befuddled expression on her face; she can tell it's been modified in some mechanical fashion, but... what the hell can you do to a sword with machines to make it more swordy?]
[action]
The Kingdom of Heaven and hell? A quaint concept....
[ He picks up the Spatha, which to a servant might well appear infused with Mana. Tohsaka's mana. Actually, he more or less has little spell-markings all over him that basically say Property of Rin. Not that he really knows, or cares. He is her partner, and she has helped to make his already mighty weapons even more effective. ]
[action]
[She smiles at the question, trotting back over to her sword, and leaning lightly on it.]
Rome was many things to many people. I'm afraid that's all I can explain, though, without giving too much away.
[...]
...I see you've been claimed.
[action]
The helms we use bear certain similarities to the ones used by their forces. And... the Adeptus Astartes were grouped into 20 Legions. I rather doubt a warrior like yourself needs further explanation.
I was a member of the 16th Legion, the Luna Wolves. Under the command of Horus Lupercal.
[ He takes up the Spatha, holding it in one hand, in a guard position, looking at her thoughtfully. ]
What do you mean by claimed?