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pullmeoutalive2018-09-17 09:09 pm
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Fate/Echo's Call
[ She hadn't wanted this. She had disagreed with her father's plan, to participate in the Holy Grail war at all, but perhaps it hadn't been loud enough.
(Perhaps, Haru thinks, tiredly now, as though she didn't know that it had been nowhere near loud.)
But with mages hearing the stirrings of a powerful man ready to put Tokyo beneath his heel, she ought to have expected this. Instead, she had come home and found her father, face-down on the ivory shag carpet, body having long since grown cold. But the armor. The armor was still where he had hidden it, five sets of hidden drawers locked with a seal only a member of the Okumura family could undo.
She hadn't wanted this. But things couldn't stay as they were, and only a few days after his funeral, Haru had finished preparations. The circle, etched carefully and painstakingly on the floor with care given to each individual symbol. The armor, placed in the center.
... She can't shake the feeling that she is still her father's subservient puppet, but as she finishes chanting--
The room explodes in light and her hand burns as the lines of three Command Seals engrave themselves onto her skin.
Much to her embarrassment, she's tipped over backwards from the shock. ]
(Perhaps, Haru thinks, tiredly now, as though she didn't know that it had been nowhere near loud.)
But with mages hearing the stirrings of a powerful man ready to put Tokyo beneath his heel, she ought to have expected this. Instead, she had come home and found her father, face-down on the ivory shag carpet, body having long since grown cold. But the armor. The armor was still where he had hidden it, five sets of hidden drawers locked with a seal only a member of the Okumura family could undo.
She hadn't wanted this. But things couldn't stay as they were, and only a few days after his funeral, Haru had finished preparations. The circle, etched carefully and painstakingly on the floor with care given to each individual symbol. The armor, placed in the center.
... She can't shake the feeling that she is still her father's subservient puppet, but as she finishes chanting--
The room explodes in light and her hand burns as the lines of three Command Seals engrave themselves onto her skin.
Much to her embarrassment, she's tipped over backwards from the shock. ]
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[ He has a feeling this is going somewhere, or would be if either of them had even the slightest clue about what they were doing. Probably best they stop this ride now before they go careening downhill. ]
We should... we should probably rest up before we confront Sugimura, yeah?
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[ He's absolutely right, but she can't shake the feeling of... disappointment? Is that what this is?
Either way, Haru dusts herself off, slowly shaking her head. She absolutely can't trouble him; she knows that. ]
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The same goes for me. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?
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[ And with a polite bow of her head, Haru will scoop to gather the books, replace them on the shelves, and excuse herself.
Gently kicking herself all the way? Quite possibly. ]