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@cantillat asked: ❝  I  didn’t  realize  I’d  become  a  prisoner.  ❞ pick your snarky Shirou of preference

A Court of Mist and Fury starters - No Longer Accepting!

She'd already promised him she wouldn't ask: Shirou would tell her the details of his missions as he wished to divulge them, and in turn, she would provide support if and when it was needed.

The problem became when they didn't agree on the latter: particularly, what entailed necessary support. Yes, she accepted he could heal himself faster than a regular human, but when he'd showed up at her door with plenty of cuts, a gunshot graze, and barely standing from complete exhaustion, she hadn't hesitated to hire the expertise of a discreet physician while insisting he stay in bed, with rest and food (that she hadn't prepared), until he was able to get back on his feet again without swaying from left to right, flopping back onto the mattress in defeat.

Currently, she sat on the edge of his bed, a pile of clean dressings and disinfectant on a tray on the nearby table. She kept him on a schedule of antibiotics, in case he was susceptible to septicemia, clean bandages, and steady meals. By the look of him, he seemed like he hadn't had consistent meals in quite some time.

"I would ask you to not overreact quite so much to your current predicament," She retorted, peeling back one of the soiled bandages away from his upper back. "You did come to me for help. You aren't a prisoner: you are convalescing until you are strong enough to leave again."

Merlin thought of himself as Arthur's right hand man ( though that was not at all true given the round table. ) The magus was more of the right hand trouble maker.. "𝗛𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮 ~ 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲? 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲?" was he serious or not? we just don't know! @cantillat

The initial impression of the Chaldea Security Organization was nothing short of amazement. The technology was blowing Emma away. She’s had experience with other mages of the Clock Tower, but the mages that were supposed to make up the other Masters, particularly the ones on Team A, were all extremely impressive in their own right. Comparatively, she belonged to a mage family without an extensive bloodline, and most of her spells weren’t very strong to begin with. To the others, she may as well have been an insignificant speck not even worthy enough to be on their radar.

Hell, she hadn’t even spoken to any of the mages on Team A. That’s how much she measured up in comparison. 

She didn’t blame them for not talking to her, though. She had almost entirely turned her back on mage society long ago. Chaldea was an excuse to get away from it all.

There was supposed to be a debriefing meeting in a few days, before the actual mission began. From then on it would be a fight for humanity, but Emma was certain that the spotlight wouldn’t be anywhere near her.

She combed a hand through her hair, a habit stemming from nervousness and anxiety. She wondered if the cafeteria had something, anything that would ease her nerves. Most of the other Masters were in the simulator, so who would miss her?

The formal dan system of kyudo ranking, in the eyes of Shinobu's father, was outdated. An overreliance on spiritualism kept otherwise capable practitioners stuck at lower ranks, while old men with bodies far too frail to keep up rested upon their laurels in the high ranks. Unfortunately, the All Nippon Kyudo Federation still held a great deal of institutional power, and their rules and regulations needed obeying, regardless of one's personal opinion. In order to be a qualified owner of a dojo, especially one with the history of the Yaguchi Dojo, a person would need to attain the rank of renshi, which itself required being a 5-dan.

To that end, Shinobu had jumped through the Federations' inane hoops, gaining rank after rank in pursuit of eligibility. As the dojo's heir, it would be unbecoming of them to falter or stagnate, and though a higher rank held no interest for Shinobu, they needed to be prepared to inherit the dojo whenever that day came. She found the examinations rather unpleasant, elderly fools fawning over her for her sense of filial piety, and her dedication towards carrying a traditional art into the future.

At least there was no further need to attend after reaching her desired ranks. Of course, the additional workload hardly ended there, for once she'd reached her instructor's rank, it was ethically permissible for Shinobu to teach. Though the Yaguchi Dojo had few students besides herself, her father's relationships with other members of the community often led to others taking advantage of the dojo's amenities, or dropping by for short-term instruction. Rather troublesome.

Today was such a day, with Shinobu's father having ordered them to be a gracious host towards a young woman coming to visit from a nearby high school. The specifics weren't conveyed to her - they seldom were - but that mattered little, she supposed. She would arrive, be shown to the dojo, and allowed to practice as she liked. If instruction was required, or desired, Shinobu would make their assessments. Working with other people was hardly her strength, but if it was necessary in her role as the dojo's heir, so be it.

Still, if her father was to leave for the day, entrusting the matter to her, Shinobu would dress as she liked, rather than the drab neutral-colored samue, or training wear, with face bare and hair tied back. Instead, she greeted the young woman at the large estate's front gate in a black kimono, decorated with red spider lilies, dark eyeliner encircling her eyes, a red color painted over her lips, and her hair down with earrings dangling at either side. Her suits and menswear were unsuited to archery, but a kimono maintained the traditional aesthetic and wasn't unacceptable in exhibitions.

{  Random Ask ;; Always Accepting ;; @cantillat  }

“W-what!?” Did she hear his statement, does she know that they kiss?! 

cantillat asked: ❝ you don’t need to thank me. ❞ from Archer to either Rider or Gorgon. You pick MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS|accepting

@cantillat sent - ❝ Tell me, child: what exactly a "Phantom Thief" entrails? ❞ (from Maleficent)