#hckurei

“Reimu?!...is that really you?” Upon spotting the shrine maiden, you didn’t hesitate in getting closer to her. It has been a good while since you saw her for the last time, it was weird, even.

And even weirder when you got closer and...noticed that something was out of place, but you couldn’t really tell what.

“Reimu!” You’re getting tiddy smothered, Reimu. She’s so happy to see you that your head is going right into that chest as she hugs you, squealing and jumping about. The shrine maiden is the first familiar face that she’s seen since being summoned, so you better expect her to shower her with affection.

“Duck.”’

That’s all that Reimu gets. A slight whisper in her ear from a floating head, and then she attacks. Don’t worry, it’s a good five feet away from where the shrine maiden is. Any good Hakurei maiden would be able to dodge this roaring laser without even batting an eye.

And surely Reimu isn’t some kind of failure, is she? A horribly nonlethal like this is no problem, surely?

i

will

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Illya frowned slightly, staring down at her hands, at the bright red glow of her magic circuits working to sustain her Servant without the aid of the Holy Grail. It hurt, but that was to be expected--her grandfather had estimated that the war wouldn’t begin for another two months, at least, but he had told her to summon her Servant anyways.

They had wanted a Berserker, the finest hero of Greece, and instead...instead she had gotten a Saber. The image of that card was held so clearly in her mind, she couldn’t have been mistaken. The bond was still stabilizing, so the information she received about her Servant was fragmented and hard for her to put in a comprehensible order. She flexed her fingers carefully; her grandfather was displeased with her, but at the very least, if she had failed to summon the right Servant, she had gotten a Saber out of it.

Admittedly, the white-haired homunculus didn’t know who Saber was. Her true name hadn’t become evident in the time since they’d come back from the summoning circle in the forest. And Illya couldn’t say that anything immediately stood out as to her origin. She eyed the nearest window; the snow was falling faster, so they’d likely be stuck inside for days if not more. 

And out of nowhere, and through a gap, you end up landing against the ground of the place you appeared in.

A second ago you were simply flying over a certain part of Gensokyo to take a look at it, but at a considrable speed- from there that you ended up hitting against the new ground so strongly.