dead Emiya, do not eat (
steelmyself) wrote2016-01-03 06:22 pm
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who stole your heart and the key?
In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.
You fall down.
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You fall down.
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A woman sits over a campfire in the middle of the field.
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Hello...?
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It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.
As for the woman, she's young and friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients. She lifts a hand to wave as you approach.
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carefully makes his way through the flowers as best he can, crushing as few as possible, then waves in return.]
Hey. What're you up to?
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Hello.
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She lifts a hand to wave as you approach. "Hi!"
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[ Saber's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. But just as quickly as he is startled, he shrugs and gets over it and walks over to the woman with the campfire. ]
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It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.
The woman is young and friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.
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I'm not much of a cook, but I don't think that swords are the best way to prepare food.
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She lifts one hand and waves as you approach.
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Good afternoon, Miss! Have you lost your ladles?
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> APPROACHES ]
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Do you know that woman?
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[She frowns when she can't make out the word.]
Ah-ha, so you're saying she's an old conquest you've left crying after seducing. We should greet her so she can take out her grudge.
[Pushing him in front of her towards the lady and the fire.]
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Pretty...
[ She walks towards the woman with the campfire. ]
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It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.
The woman is friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.
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Swords?
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