#saveshifter

His eyes were closed and his body felt light. Slow breathing made his chest go in and out in a rhythmic beat that would lull anyone to sleep. He felt like he could continue sleeping forever with the sunlight beaming on his face, but someone began shaking his shoulder softly. ”...Mei” Just a little longer.

‘M...Mei...’ No, he didn’t want to wake up yet!

“Mumei, wake up. How are we supposed to go to the safe house without you?” Safe house? This voice....Brown eyes opened up slightly to squint up at who was talking to him. His eyes widened when realizing it was Shiro Motoori and that he was in the classroom. Was that all just a dream? Of him going to yet another world? Shaking his head and getting up from his seat, he looked over and saw a orange haired girl looking in from the doorway. Was she a student here?

“Kengo and Ryota are waiting there already, right? I’ll be there in a second.” Normally he wouldn’t just leave him hanging, but there was something about her that seemed unusual. 

“No. It’s called a mallet finger. The tendon that connects the finger bones is ruptured.“ Caster closes the splint around the ginger’s hand carefully, this time wrapping it not as tight so it wouldn’t cut off or hinder the blood circulation. “It’s a common injury when the finger cup is hit, but I’ve never seen anyone tear this many of their extensors outside of combat or sports.” While explaining, he finishes up healing the cuts on her arm. Once finished, he lifts his chin and looks back at her with disapproval. There were unprecedented cases and there was stupidity.   

HIS VISION RETURNED TO A SIGHT seared into his saint graph and the snow fell softly in the beloved and accursed tundra of his home world. A single master stood in his way again. Where the blizzard stopped to howl, beasts took the place.  

This was a doomed world. This was a lost world. 

embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly. ! (long time no talk too! )

     FAMILIAR FLASH OF LIGHTS signified that he had been summoned, everything around him still the same intense blue as it had always been before he left. The first few times he had appeared within this building, he had scoffed at the poor decorations present (or lack thereof). After all, a pharaoh’s appearance should be met with jubilation and praise as if a god had just decided to descend from their heavenly realm to this one. As time passed, though, his interest in such things had since faded. If anything, he did not need a celebration thrown in his honor with song and dance. He was content enough with just one person being there: that person being the one who had managed to earn his respect to begin with. His golden eyes met theirs, Ritsuka’s expression bright and filled with more than enough joy to make up for this and more.

     How strange it would always be, to have a Master so thrilled to see their Servant. To some, or maybe it was better to say, many, Servants were simple tools to be used and then discarded when they were no longer necessary. It was as if they were no different from a pen that ran out of ink, or clothes that one no longer wanted to wear. Never would that be the case with them. Ritsuka would always see each and every Servant as one of worth outside of what they could do. That might have been why they were considered the ultimate Master despite their lack of ability or strength. Stepping forth from the summoning circle, he made his way towards her, though soon came to a stop. ❝You need always be here when I return, you know. I would forgive you since that is the extent of my generous heart.❞ A silly thing to say when he knew she was aware.

     Alas, what a stubborn person.

They’ll be dropped for you!

Sound within the glass came unexpected; Doctor Roman wasn’t yet scheduled to return, and none other dared to enter the chamber. The girl laid within her solitary bed allowed her head to turn over, seeking the source. Indeed, who she discovered was not the Doctor, nor was it any she recognized beyond her reflection. A young girl — none in Chaldea was Mashu aware were so — and yet... was that the Chaldea emblem on her uniform? “Eh?”