#rainfect

the poor goose honks as it walks through the cold streets. where’s the grass? where’s the little boy it liked to chase? where’s the gardener and his radio? the goose cranes his neck, honking quietly, looking at the strange, unknown buildings as it walks. 

it stops in front of a young girl. it honks once, dark eyes blinking as it looks at the person in front of it. it honks once more and then...

it extends its neck, quickly grabbing the shiny long thing the girl had in her hands. it doesn’t know what it is...

Fights like so were decided in moments. Then again, these sword fights-even if pretend- are nothing new to her. Her experience would naturally help, nor would she show mercy in a duel. That was just the Saber in a nutshell. Even in a friendly exchange from someone merely approaching for a spar, she’d take it just as serious. As the servant was merely practicing techniques in the thicket before other arrived.

Weapon would be dropped, as hand is offered to help lift. “But it’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with losing every now and then you know?”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, AR-15!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 212.

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

Enjoy your stay!

“Looks like it’s going to be another long night.” Leaning back in her chair, slender fingers tossed a half-full water bottle idly in the air over and over, catching it with ease. The firm she worked at paid well and let her pick her own hours for the most part, but when deadlines were fast approaching she often found herself living in her tiny office trying to run tests and work out the kinks in whatever was being developed currently. 

It had already been 24 hours since she’d last been to her apartment, a towel hanging from the bookshelf behind her above an overnight bag -- thankfully the office had a shower for times like these. But all of the takeout she was eating trying to get this done? She was going to have to spend a day at the gym when this was over just to work off the extra weight.

Twobs, as she’d been nicknamed in the firm for her incessant use of a 2B pencil, groaned to no one in particular after she tossed the bottle into the air one last time and it came down on her forehead. It bounced and hit the ground, rolling towards the door. She spun around with the intention of retrieving it, but when she did she saw a familiar face standing in the doorway. 

“Aris...” A student that worked under her. They’d actually attended the same program, but Twobs had been a couple years ahead. Moreover, she’d definitely seen that shameful display.

A voice sounded from the computer. “2B’s heart rate has increased.” She’d even programmed her nickname into her AI health monitor. “Analysis: 2B is relieved to see Aris Star.”

“Quiet, Pod!” She really had to turn off that feature! But it wasn’t wrong. She was going stir crazy, and there was something comforting about having Aris around. Blue eyes glanced to the side. “I told you that you didn’t have to come in tonight, you know.” She’d gone out of her way to text her as much.

With a small crowd gathered, Rebecca’s curiosity won out and she approached to see what was happening. In truth, she hadn’t expected to see a young woman playing a shooting game. 

People were strange. 

Then, Rebecca realized why. It wasn’t so much that the woman was playing the game, but how. If Rebecca was reading the scores right, she was killing it. 

“Wow! You’re amazing!”

 ⮑  ＡＲ－１５：              I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅs!              Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs Tᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴏʀ, Pʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀʙᴜɴᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴘᴄᴏʀɴ.              ...I ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴄᴏᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ.              I ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ I ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ.

                                                                            ⮑  ＳＥＮＤ

✫   𝒞𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒜𝑅-𝟣𝟧 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹, 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉? Nitocris may have misheard ( or grossly assumed ) an invitation from the girl she’d previously met, but she’s acting on it nonetheless! Hanging around her fellow Servants could be dull sometimes, considering nobody knew how to navigate the modern world, so she was excited to be enlightened by someone far more experienced. ( From the future, at that! ) Plus, she was a girl! Women are naturally supposed to be allies, yes?

Sword on thigh, gun on back.

Close enough, Yagen decides, and engages combat conversation.

‘Sorry, do you have a moment?’

‘I’m checking for something I’m not sure exists.’

‘Have you ever heard of a gunblade?’

Around them, rows of firearms line the shelves of the upscale weapons store in Pearl Street. He’d ask them if they knew, but guns can’t talk.