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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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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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Yeah, I think so too... things seem to be going okay, at least. [Meaning Rin hasn't killed her with the force of her tsun yet. That's a good thing, right.] I still can't help but feel bad, though. Even if she's not "our" Rin, I can't help but feel like I have to repay her, after what I did...
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Praetor... [Saber sighs, and reaches up to give Hakuno's shoulder a squeeze.] ...I think saying that you have already repaid your debt would be putting things mildly. Releasing her meant giving a gift that I doubt she had even hoped for.
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... Releasing her? What are you talking about? [FUCKIN' TIMELINES, MAN.] What I did... that wasn't releasing her at all.
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...what do you mean? [Annnnnd she suddenly looks rather alarmed.] I stalled the Moon Cell for as long as I was able... you did not have time to release her before sealing it?
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But... Rin wasn't with us when we reached the Moon Cell. That was Rani... [She stares down at the floor, trying - and failing - to hold back the rush of memories; of Rani, the homunculus who she helped and who helped her so much in return. Of the battle against Rin...] We fought Rin and Lancer. We...
[Watched her die. She can't even spit that out.]
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...and then it hits her. Rin had said it, yes? That there were many worlds, many... timelines? Universes? That were similar, but...
Rin's world was vastly different than her and Hakuno's, innumerably so; but... what if two worlds existed that were nearly identical? What if a single point, a single moment, a single decision, was all it took to split them?
What if...]
...we stood, months ago, in the Serial Phantasm's rendition of a high school audiovisual room. We witnessed the battle between Rani VII and Rin Tohsaka. When it seemed both would perish, you Commanded me [enough emphasis is placed on the word to make the reference to her Command Seals obvious] to rescue one.
They were both your friends and allies, inasmuch as was possible at that point in time. The decision could easily have been left to a coin toss.
Who did you choose?
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[It's not just the memories that are upsetting Hakuno now. These alternate timelines... it was one thing when she found out the Rin she knew and the Rin living here aren't the same. But, even if she remembered similar things... does that mean this Saber is different as well? That didn't sit well with her at all.]
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[She wears a difficult expression for a moment; what did this mean, in the end? Was there any reason to believe that their worlds branched before that point? Hell, was "branch" even the right word? Were the subtly - yet completely - different?
...
...it didn't matter.
The thought had the same effect as a faceful of ice cold water; it didn't matter if their worlds were different. Were the repercussions? Certainly. What would it have been like, to watch Hakuno become closer to Rani? Would their friendship have been as heartwarming? Would she have found the small girl to be reliable? Loyal? Would she have treasured her as much as she had Rin?
It was a curious thought... but it didn't matter.
This girl who stood before her... it was Kishinami Hakuno. Her Master. The person she loved. The one being in all the world for whom she would lay down her life.
That was all that mattered. That, and nothing else.
...and WOW she was sort of getting ahead of herself let's just go ahead and not have all of this chain of revelations be internal...]
You know what I'm about to say, yes? That I remember things differently.
You rescued Rin, although her Servant - Lancer, was it? - perished. Then, later, Rani, and her Servant Berserker, was our opponent.
Rin traveled with us to the core of the Moon Cell... and, I presume, was released.
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[It definitely lifts a bit of the weight off her shoulders. That some version of the Rin she knows - even if it's not the one that she herself knew - was able to survive and keep on living. But that didn't really make things better, now that she knew the her of another timeline had to watch Rani die... her heart twists, and she can't hide the few tears that form in her eyes.]
I hope that's true. For both of them. Even if I couldn't make them both happy, knowing that another version of me was able to help Rin...
[It really does lessen that feeling of failure.]