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The Eleventh Hour
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Post #1 Jun 29 2010, 08:50 PM Silk
November 18th, 1974
Akiyama Apartments, Room 205.



Time: 2200 GMT+9

Coraline - Dreaming - Bruno Coulais

By eleven o'clock at night, most shops of the Jougi Avenue had closed. Unlike the commercial stores in Shinto, business here tend to be owned by families, or a small unit of close-knitted people. They don't open for twenty four hours like their chain store cousins. So by the time the clock strikes ten, the lights would go out and the doors would be shut with a large padded lock securing the door handles. In recent weeks, there was a foreboding feeling lingering in the air. A sense of something bad is about to happen, as if something is watching from the corner of one's eye or one will be swallowed by a shadow. It maybe because of winter, as nights do become darker and longer. It might be old ladies' overactive imagination. It might be something else.

Away from the main street, down into the streets where the residential apartments were situated, while most of the occupants were in bed, there was one room still bright and very much active.

“What do I still need? What do I still need?” Hikaru fumbled across her kotatsu, which had been push from its original position at the centre of the room, to the side of the wall. The surface was littered with candles, matches, a lighter, chalk, a white cardboard hat, a magnifying glass, a microscope, thick hardcover books stack on to one another to a precarious height, and a glass of water placed dangerously in a corner.

“Oh, right!” The girl sprang of from her knees so suddenly, it knocked the glass and several books off the table. “Ack! I didn't ask you fall off! I don't have time for this!” Muttering curses under her breath, she removed the drench books from the floor and left them to dry on a pile of books and other myriads of objects which were too many to name. It reached her chest from the floor. The rest of the room has things in every corner, except for the middle of the room which had been cleared just five minutes ago. Hikaru had forgotten how big the single room apartment was. Since she moved in, she barely seen the floor.

She tried to look for a broom and pan, but gave up and left the broken glass and liquid as it was on the tatami mat. Instead, she removed a worn wooden chest the size of bento box left on the TV set, returned to the kotatsu, brushing off any stray glass near her, and started to inspect the contents of the box. Inside the chest, lying on the wine-coloured satin, was a piece of wood vaguely shaped like 'Y' and looked corroded, shriveled from its original form. Hikaru was tempted to inspect a piece of it under the microscope, but her mind was soon clouded the people from Church raining their wrath upon her if they discovered was not exactly the same as they had given her, even if she only took a teeny tiny bit. So she opt for the safer option in using the magnifying glass.

Doctor Who Series 2 - The Doctor's Theme - Murray Gold

“Any piece of wood the same age as this, it would have rotted away and fade to dust by now.” She gave disappointed frown as her nose touched the top side of the glass. “Doesn't look like anything special.” She returned the piece of wood to the box, and stared at it, while absently rubbing a red round mark on her left upper arm. Everyday and every minute she had wait for this moment to come. She thought of it as nothing more than just another mission. But when Hikaru faced the Catalyst in front of her, inside her heart, she only found herself locking in a chain of prayers for tomorrow to not come.

[Doctor's Theme Ends]

A knock on the door brought her back from reality. She took a deep breath and patted her cheeks. “It's okay, it's fine. Everything's fine.” she whispered to herself.

“Oi, Miyamoto!” a male voice growled from the other side of the room as the knocks went on. “You there? Not pretending to be sick again are you?”

“Pretending to be sick? I think have mistaken me for Shizuka, Mister Sasaki! And coming.” she pranced towards the door and reveal a boy her age with a neat hair cut and glasses, wearing black jumpers.

“Father Marrone called me to check on you.”said Kyouya somberly.

“Why didn't he call me instead of sending in the middle man?”

“You unplugged your phone.”

“Oh.” her head turned inside the apartment and back to Kyouya. “Oh, right. I did. Is being messenger bird fun, Sasaki-kun? Do you get extra pay?”

“Get serious, Miyamoto. Are the preparations ready?”

“Yes, yes. It's all set to go. I just need cool down. You're not helping that.”

“And-” he paused while staring at Hikaru's attire. “A-are you going to wear that for it?”

“Why? What's wrong? It's past bedtime. I could get it done and go to bed straightaway!” Hikaru grinned happily as if she had won a Nobel Prize.

“You're wearing a white bathrobe and a rainbow striped pajamas...is that Hello Kitty on the pocket there?” he adjusted his glasses in disbelief.

“Got it from Verde. They had an offer: If you buy a set, you get a Hello Kitty plush toy. Plush toys are awesome.”

“I don't think it's appropriate for the occasion.”

“Would anyone would care? It's the 20th century, anything we wear would look weird to them. Even a T-Shirt might as well belong to an alien.”

“Fine, fine.” Kyouya surrendered. “Do your thing, as long as it succeeds. How you do it is not my business.”

“Buh-bye and goodnight!” Hikaru abruptly stepped a pace behind the door and shut it in Kyouya's face.

The boy grabbed his nose and curled in agony. “Ow! Ow! I-I'll get you for this, Miyamoto!”

Back in her room, Hikaru reluctantly returned to work. She bended down on the floor and drew a circle full of detailed symbols from her notebook, a glyph she found in Father Marrone's library, which she deciphered to be as close to summoning circle as she could use. When she finished, she stood up to view her work of art, only to find the white chalk was not visible on the light green tatami mat. She bit her lip in displeasure. “Right, I'll use ink then.”


Time: 2300 GMT+9

Death Note - Kyrie - Taniuchi Hideki

Hikaru emerged from meditation, to a dark candle-lit room. Her heartbeat was much slower than it was before. Her senses relaxed to a normal human state. Most importantly, her mind was no longer tangled with polluting thoughts. Her desire to postpone the Summon had ceased. The 'Y' shaped wood laid before her, at the centre of the circle which she drew. She stared at it, with more intent this. The mark on her arm burned. Once it starts, there's no turning back. This for the Church, and for God.

“Well, here goes.”

She closed her eyes again.

In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.
Tibi, Hero Praeteriti, voco.
Venias ensem iterum commodes.
Una, sub vexillo dei, nobis quibus pugnamus.


Doctor Who Series 3 - All The Strange Strange Creatures - Murray Gold

Something proceeded to stir in the air. Hikaru collapsed on the floor, out of breath. It was as if an invisible vacuum was drawing out her prana like a sucking a straw. A pillar of light erupted in the room, shaking the room. Silently praying that the neighbours would mistake it for a tremor. She rolled and struggled, fighting the pain within her nerves. The cardboard mitre she was wearing fell from her head. The white bathrobe had turned from white grey from ink stains. The stacks of items around her fell one by one. She ended up on her back, her head staring upside down at the ghostly shape of a human figure emerging from the light.
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Post #2 Jun 29 2010, 09:02 PM Kullervo
[Europa – Globus - Epicon]

The star array, drawn by the Executor girl directly upon the rough floor of the small house, began to glow with power, the lines’ texture no longer a simple marking. Each one could have been called a window into somewhere – something – that was far beyond human comprehension. The tattered leather piece shaped like a strap with another thin, broken rope connected to it, so old that it had been impossible to bend, suddenly glowed, before rolling aside. The color stirred, an undetermined mess slowly evolving into something dark and sinister, a formless shape emerging from the summoning circle, an endless amount of ‘ropes’ shooting out from the sides of the star and wrapping themselves around it. The thing opened that which should have been a mouth and roared soundlessly, the noise knocking the Executor away, two crimson dots that represented eyes above the maw from which the waves of sound emanated. Two arms, still discolored and misty yet as thick as tree trunks, emerged, leaning on the floor.

But it was not finished quite yet. A black blade, curved and gigantic, suddenly emerged from the rising chest of the monstrosity, causing an audible gurgle, as the thing looked down at its chest, the blade twisting and leaving, as the giant began to dissolve, the black mist that formed it and the white strands that held it suddenly mixing into something altogether. A silver silhouette, holding a gigantic black scimitar much taller than itself in one hand, effortlessly. Though much smaller than the giant, it had undoubtedly been the same type of being. But whereas the first inspired fear and emanated pure unrefined rage… The second had a soothing aura; firm and dependable, without any threat, yet deeming it less dangerous than the giant would have been insane. The sword had dissolved into mist which lingered for mere seconds in the stuffy air at last, and then…

A vortex of energy spun around the figure, without disturbing the strange tranquility that descended upon the two that had been now in the room: the petite girl knocked to the floor, whom remained in a lying position, and the being that stood firmly at the heart of the inferno that raged within the boundaries of the summoning circle. Explosion after explosion tore at the small apartment’s very core, shaking it down to the foundation, but the figure stood there, silently, the girl simply looking on. Though the previous experience suggested that it could do many things other than simply remaining there passively, it made no motion to exit the summoning circle, nor any other gesture. For all it was worth, it may have as well been a statue, the surface chrome like, continuously swirling, distorting and changing, but keeping the same shape: only the coloring had shifted. Then, slowly, changes began to occur, as it folded its hands across its chest.

[ Damnum Et Triumphus – Future World Music – Volume 8] - Templar's Intro

Twin emeralds shone there, in the nexus of the circle which had by now turned from black to crimson, to now a deep blue, flames dancing about the figure, but not touching it, instead shooting upwards, and floating there, around for a second, before turning a deep shade of molten gold, while the rest cascaded down it’s back, giving the motionless figure a blue cape, a crown of golden flames around its temples. Beneath its fire, unflinching, stared two lights far brighter than any of the flames, locked directly with the blue eyes of the Executor. The gaze, just like the aura that the figure gave off, did not contain even a hint of maliciousness, merely studying the one before him calmly, but without being overly intrusive. Finally, something within them changed – a measure of warmth that did not seem to have been there before had entered them, which to understood human expressions, signaled that the figure was smiling, despite not possessing a mouth or any other discernible features.

Meanwhile, the flames that encircled the figure began to die down, spiraling downwards slowly, lessening, at the same time as an odd effect had begun to trigger; all sound had vanished from the room. Not the roars of the flames, not the droplets of water in the sink, not even the breath of the girl that watched her handiwork. The flames had taken all of it for a mere second of absolute tranquility and were now returning it, though in a much different shape: music that had taken all the sounds that were present in the room, and tuned them into something different, as if a composer writing a new piece. Even as the flames had died completely, the summoning circle ceasing to be a window, but once more becoming mere lines on the floor, the music did not stop, nor did the figure move an inch. But it could not be said that ‘nothing’ happened to it; the radiant chrome-like shell that covered it, ever evolving its texture and contrast, had suddenly stopped moving altogether, rays of light shining through here and there, as small pieces had begun to fall off, accumulating as more and more spears of light had pierced the statue. Time itself seemed to slow as the shards impacted the floor with a melodious sound, sending a chime-like sound as they shattered, turning into naught more but wisps of smoke.

And then… It had been done.

It was as if a small sun shone there, in the small room currently only housing two figures, the glow enough to demolish even the shadows that were created by it. This small sun, however, did not last long, fading peacefully and quietly to reveal the figure that had stood at its heart at last, the emerald eyes never once surrendering to its light and shutting themselves, looking through all of it, towards the one that had summoned it. A man stood there, in the middle of a still-smoking magical circle, in the same post as he had when he still possessed no visible features. Although, perhaps it might have been more accurately to call him ‘boy’ or ‘young man’, as he seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years of age. He had light-blonde hair, the color reminiscent to that of a wheat field, and had a light complexion that could not be called pale, but not really tanned, either. His face seemed had features that were –proper- no other words for it, every one perfectly aligned and without any hint of a flaw; the cheeks not particularly full or gaunt, the absence of scars, the nose which had been slightly pointed. His eyes had been set at proper distance from one another, not too high or low in the facial structure, and were arched by his slightly thin eyebrows. The boy’s forehead had been entirely covered by his unkempt hair, which had nevertheless fell into place without giving him the appearance of a slob. The was only one small thing that was entirely unnatural about this summoning…

It had been the fact that the summoned had been in a state all too ‘natural’.

The Servant that had been summoned bore not a single thread of clothing on his entire body, the only thing he had worn being a very thin silver chain supporting an ornamented cross made of the same material, and a single ring on his right hand’s middle finger. The ring itself had been made of pure gold, as could be judged by its color, and took shape of a simple thick circle, crowned with a crimson gem, into which was cut a six-sided star. Despite his indecent state of undress, the man seemed to have no qualms about anything, looking around the apartment without taking notice of the girl lying in front of him, his gaze mostly disinterested until he had spotted a mirror. At that time, a slight smirk played at his face as he walked over it with a sure, firm stride, wide shoulders thrown back, kicking the ancient sling aside. During this time, the intricate play of the muscle across his figure was plainly visible, thought its amount had been merely enough to maintain a sportive figure; one that had belonged more on a statue then a living human. Then again, this being could not possibly have been human.

He studied himself in the full-height mirror, turning slightly to see if his form had still maintained its perfect form. He had been of slightly over six feet tall, the body itself not possessing even a shred of what could have been deemed unneeded by nature, evidence that the one possessing the body had taken care of it meticulously. Indeed, the body would have made a present-day Olympic athlete jealous yet this was a spirit from the Age of Gods: Such petty emotions had been natural to be felt by humans towards those who had been so far above them. His teeth, momentarily seen when he had grinned at his reflection, had been two perfect, white rows, but that much had been obvious for one such as he. He once again folded his hands across his broad chest, half-turning to look at his reflection, then attempting to gauge how he had looked in profile. Seemingly satisfied by the lack of fat, and the instant replies of the muscle when he had willed them to move anywhere on his body, he took one final look at the biceps, using his left hand to massage the right one, slightly furrowing his brow as the ball of muscle shifted. Nodding with somewhat critical understanding, he at last noticed the silent audience still observing him in the corner of the mirror.

“Hmph. So I’ve been called, then?” He shook his head, heading over to the girl, stopping directly in front of her, his legs slightly spread to get a better grip on the unfamiliar ground, hands unfolding from his chest, one being stretched out directly to her, as if to help her get up, a friendly mocking spark dancing in his eyes.

“Servant, Templar, has arrived as summoned. I ask of you: are you my Master?”
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Post #3 Jul 3 2010, 07:11 PM Silk
November 18th, 1974
Akiyama Apartments, Room 205.



Time: 2302 GMT+9

Doctor Who Series 3 - This is Gallifrey. Our Childhood, Our Home - Murray Gold

At first there was chaos. The apartment had transformed from an ordinary room, into a whirlpool of energy, swirling and tangling in the air on top of Hikaru. The mass of darkness went on, a silhouette of a humanoid form, far larger than any normal human being, better described as a giant, with a beastly roar vibrating through the feeble walls.

“That....can't be good.” said Hikaru as she found herself staring into a pair of glowing red eyes, and another pair of something big, falling to her sides, crawling out of the circle which she had drawn. She was chained to floor as the hair on the back of her hair stood, and her joints and muscles froze. Her minute existence was no match for the wave of raw emotion of madness from the creature she called upon. The only thing still moving was her eyelids, which she closed tight shut, and prayed silently for all this to be over.

And then it stopped.

The air that was boiling with wild rage suddenly cooled down, as if someone had poured cold water into it. But it was far from ice cold, more like a cool stream on a bright spring day. The fear that held Hikaru subsided. She started to breath normally again, in rhythm with the velvety music that came to her ears without her noticing. It seemed like the most natural sound in the world, one that would never decay by time nor trends, anyone that hears it would fall into its trance as she did.

By this moment, Hikaru could hardly tell whether she was awake or in a dream. A pair of eyes with the hue of emerald emerged from the dissipating flames. Hikaru, who thought she had seen men of every shape and size in existence, and there can never be anyone much better than Hollywood stars, was proven wrong then and there. She did not notice the man ignoring her, and moving to a mirror to admire himself, all that filled her mind was the perfect muscles on his back, the hair, and those eyes supplement by the mirror.


“Servant, Templar, has arrived as summoned. I ask of you: are you my Master?”

“Ah?” It took Hikaru a moment to recollection why and how the man got here, and their respective roles. She accepted the hand, rose from the ground to face the Servant up close. "A-aah...yes! Yes! I'm the one who summoned you. I'm your Master. And..." She scanned him up and down, only to feel her heart racing faster after each moment. "I think I'm feeling lightheaded. Had the temperature just gone up?"
And she fell back on the floor, this time being unconscious.

The Servant looked his new Master over critically, letting go of the girl's hand after she fainted and rubbing his chin slightly. An eyebrow was raised at the odd attire in which she performed the summon, but nothing spoken. Seemingly satisfied with his analysis, he stepped over the body and headed to the place where his ears were picking up a sound of droplets of water. It did not take long to retrieve a small hand towel and dunk it in the sink, letting cold water wash over it; he'd then squeezed some of the excess moisture out, careful to keep some in, in a gesture that showed he'd been familiar with this process, then walking back to the petite figure sprawled out on the floor and, squatting down slightly, touching the forehead and cheeks with the ice-cold towel, then just leaving it there before standing up.

"Yeow!" The cold water jolted Hikaru back to life. "Sorry, where was I? Oh, a towel." She paused, putting the back of her hand on her forehead. "I'm not having a fever aren't I?" Then touched her nostrils and found red on the tip of her finger. "I'm bleeding!"

"Evidently." Came an amused voice from above. "Havent seen a gusher like that in a long while. Must I really use my healing abilities already, my poor sickly Master?" His tone had been serious, but his eyes seemed to have grasped the reason behind the current situation - or was he simply playing? David simply stood there, arms crossed on his chest, watching interestedly as his summoner scrambled to regain her composure.

"Oh nonono no no. I'm fine! I'm fine!" Get a grip of yourself! she scolded inward and took three deep breaths, before wiping blood off with towel, throws it away. And to show the Servant that she was fine, she spread her arms and hopped around the room. "See? Fine! Fine! And oh.....hang on a second there."

As if something had occurred to her, and she couldn't wait to express it, Hikaru hopped to the stack of books that had fallen from the kotatsu previous, reached out for one of them and starts flipping through it. When she found what she was looking for, she held it up next to her Servant and started comparing. "Not really the same face, thank goodness. But gee, Michelangelo nailed your image there, moreso than any artist in your time, and he lived 2500 after your death. How did that happen?"

'Pfft'. Or another similar sounding derogatory sound in relation to the last thing that had been said. "Simple. The old fart summoned me just for that purpose. I've already seen that damn picture and every time I do, it seems to get more ugly. Insulting really. How can you compare THAT to my illustrious self? Not a single shred of majesty, no presence, no flair. Its dead, drunk-looking, the muscles - dont get me started on the muscles - all wrong. My feet are way different. He distored -everything- to fit his century's view of beauty and what do you get? This abomination."

"Yeah, it looks.....shrivelled...compared to you. So you were summoned by Michelangelo? Was he some sort of magi?"

"Exactly. Thats the word I was looking for." David pointed at the girl, nodding his head in encouragement that he'd been understood. "As for that damn geezer... He was into the occult, and had barely enough power to call me out - he had to get help from a whole lot of other sources I take it, and still he barely managed. Its a remarkable feat but he was one crappy magus... Not to mention crazy as a bat."

"Michelangelo was magi! I'm never going to look at his stuff the same way again."

"Probably self taught, judging by how he summoned."

"On another subject: You just referred yourself as Servant Templar." This time, Hikaru grabbed a folder from another corner of the room, and checked through a list. "There's no past record of a Templar class."

"There isnt huh?" The Servant shrugged somewhat imperiously, without any particular care to the statement: "The requirements to be summoned as a 'Templar' are very specific and it is rather hard to fulfill the prerequesities. It is much simpler to be one of the nearer classes to it, such as Saber, Rider, Lancer, or Archer, and that is what happens to most candidates. It depends on the summoner's characteristics as well - all of that determined I be summoned as Templar."

"What sort of characteristic?"

"From the spirit? Faith in God, a lawful good alignment, the ability to cast, the skills in both ranged and close combat, as well as refusing to lie. You must also carry out your Master's will unconditionally no matter what is asked." David paused for a second, before continuing: "The Master, on the other hand, also has to be a servant of God... there are other things but I cannot recall them for now. Maybe it is simply deemed unnecessary for me to remember."

"I was more interested in the latter, but ignore it." She settled on a stack another stack of books. "So what can you do? Saber, Archer, Rider, Caster blah blah. It's pretty much in their name on what they do. What about you?"

"Well, as I mentioned, I am a very adaptable combatant. My style includes both melee and ranged combat aimed at confusing and encapacitating my foes before I execute them. I can do a variety of things well and this seems to throw alot of people off. Just because one owns a sword doesnt make one Saber. Or just because one can cast does not make you Caster. the combination of those, however, is what usually makes up the Templar class, although as I understand it is my personal preference to use the sword - other Templars may use spears for example."

"I haven't that mirror in ages." said Hikaru of all the sudden as she blinked into her own reflection.

"That explains your fashion sense."

"I still don't see the problem with it."

"No, but I'm sure the same society that wont accept mine will see the error in yours." remarked David. "Which means they arent beyond hope yet..."

"Your fashion sense is non-existent."

"It's an option too."

"You maybe immune to cold, but I'm not. And I like rainbows. They're fun and colourful."

"But its not cold in here." David looked around, frowning. "I mean, its not hot or anything but its clearly not sub zero. Besides, its more healthy this way, you know? Build resistance. If you want..." His mouth twisted slightly: "...Rainbows, draw them on yourself or something."

"Okay, show me some tricks!"Hikaru decided to change the subject.

The servant brought out several Black Keys and threw them in the air one by one, until they juggle in a smooth motion.

"Wow, I could never do that.” Hikaru clapped. It was not quite what she asked, but still a feat to behold. She scratched her head, trying to find an example. “What about something else? Like say....a nuke?"

"Here?" Look around skeptically. "This place wont last."
“Um, quite right.” Leaving the former suggestions behind, she asked for something else. "You said you have a sword. How bout showing me that?"

"It's nothing special. Cant do anything. But if you want... here you go." A gigantic black scimitar taller then David popped out of nowhere in his outstretched hand.

Hikaru's eyes grew wide at the Servant holding a sword larger than he is effortlessly. "Y-you're...carrying it with one hand. But it's taller than you! C-can I touch it?"

"Well, its a trophy from a blasphemer, and I cut his head off with it, so it could be cursed, but that only applies to me, so - go ahead."He pointed to white runes on sword's blade. "I had that stamped on it after I got it. It nullifies the curse, but also the abilities." The words read: 'Cast in the Name of God, Ye not Guilty'.

She flicked her fingers at the sword, a metallic clang proved it to be physical. "It's solid. If this is just a sword. What can you really do?"

"Well, as I said before, I am no Caster, as I am limited to Divine Intervention, not their heathen magics, but I on par with them using it; as well as various Burial Arts. Black Keys, as you can probably see already, are a constantly used weapon of mine as well. Then there are of course my unique talents which I doubt many others have."

She flipped through the thick book from before again."Yeah, but you gotta have some Noble Phantasm that has a use...like the Ark for example."

"That obvious huh?" The Servant sighed, running an open palm through his hair, tossing it back. "I suppose that's the downside to being popular. Very tactically inconvenient. Still... It is in your best interests you hear of my abilities before we move to the Noble Phantasms. For example - did you know that some distance away from us, there are numerous rather unnatural creatures flying about?"
"And I dont mean the cockroaches or mosquitoes in this room."

Hikaru fell silent in her sudden awareness of being surrounded by enemies. An uncomfortable look creased on Hikaru's face. "No...." Her eyes darted around the room. "Magi familiars?"

"A bit more unnatural then that, but its just a feeling. I'd need to actually see one to identify it accurately from now on, but that presence... It's no mere mage. I can at least tell you they were made by animating dead birds." David looked unshaken, not showing a shred of concern except for a slightly distasteful look. "Relax. They're snooping about but dont seem to have gotten near this house. In fact there seems something odd about this whole building and a ways around it..." The Servant turned his head slightly, sharp green eyes piercing past the walls as if they did not exist. "It feels... Inversed."

"Technically, this apartment is owned by the Church. Every single person living in this building has some connection to the Church, one way or the other. Mrs. Akiyama -she's the landlady- has consercrated the place."

"That would explain that 'gap' in the odd feeling." Templar nodded lightly at the new information. "Either way, they cant hear us the nearest active one is a good two kilometers away. This Mrs. Akiyama did a fine job."

"She's great." said Hikaru grinning, then in a serious tone. "So, you have long range detection. Does this apply only to unnatural creatures, or do other Servants and the magi themselves fall under it?"
"In a 4.5 kilometer range around me, nothing escapes my notice, be it magi, mundane, familiar, or Servant. Note that this only works on those I deem as a possible danger - however I tend to deem everything a possible threat so its often redundant but... I wont bore you with details. You should only know it is impossible to hide from me, no matter what technique is used, Noble Phantasm or even Sorcery."

"Even Assassin's concealment thingy?" asked Hikaru while surpressing a yawn.

"Presence Concealment is listed far below Noble Phantasms and Sorcery, usually - even if it is beyond usual levels, 'everything' still means 'everything'."

"That's one less thing to worry about." she strode across the room, side stepping the pile of mess created from the summon, and slid open the futon cupboard. "Never knew-" she yawned. "summoning would be this tiring. Sorry to cut off like this...but I felt tired of all the sudden. Might be the adrenaline wearing off."

"I am not done. But very well; you wont process what I have to say anywhere near satisfactory in this state anyway..." He stared critically at the futon cupboard. "You sleep there...?"

"Yeah." she climbed into the cupboard without a thought.

"Guess we'll have to do something about that as well then. Good night." The Servant simply remained standing, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Night."

Once the door was shut, Hikaru released an apprehensive sigh. The war is about to start, and the heathens have begun to move. What had she done so far? Apart from researching past Wars and summoning her Servant, she hadn't done much else. That made Hikaru feel unprepared and vulnerable. What happened? Where did the bold Hikaru go? The Hikaru that could thread into unknown darkness without feeling one bit of fright? What had change? Her questions went round and round without answers, until they were taken by sleep.

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Post #4 Jul 4 2010, 06:12 PM Kullervo
November 19th?, 1974

Akiyama Apartments, Room 205

Time: 6:50 GMT +9


[Every Day is Calm - Fate/Stay Night OST]

Hikaru woke up in her futon, that should have been next to a pile of books, clothing and other sorts of junk....except this morning, there's nothing. It startled her wide awake. She looked her around to see her little flat clean and empty. Had there been a thief? Then, her nose registered the smell of fried eggs coming from the kitchen. David stood by the stove, whistling a quiet soothing tune as he flipped over the second batch of the eggs, poking at them with a fork to test if they'd been cooked enough yet. Casually flipping the frying pan over to a nearby plate, he cracked another pair over the side of the pan at the same time, the tune reaching a high when he took a spoon and began to mix the eggs, sprinkling some salt on them. He paused only for a moment to retrieve the bread from the toaster, then checking the oven for hashbrowns and bacon. The juice maker had still been spinning at this time, its hum drowned out by the melody of the Servant's making. Hikaru rubbed her eyes, trying to make out whether she was still in dreamland or if this was reality. She didn't remember getting a toaster, nor a juicemaker. She gets breakfast from cup ramen, why would she need those. Then there was the humming.
It was the thing that made Hikaru pinch herself in the face.

It was gentle and soothing, but there's also a quality of ringing, like cold water to face that makes her awake. No human alive could have produced such a.... that was it..no human...alive... "Did you- Are you cooking, Templar?" "Why? Does it look like I am preparing to concoct some alchemical formulae, Princess?" The Servant turned his head back halfway, raising a blond eyebrow. "I assure you, I’ve no use for such tasteless activities." Going back to his work, he tossed: "I didnt know what you'd like but I figured after the pile of empty ramen cups that I located while excavating your room, this should be a slightly better alternative..." The young man rubbed his chin critically. "Although, I confess, I knew not which you preferred, scrambled or sunny side up, and if you wanted butter on your toast, nor the side dishes... As far as drinks go, I have apple, orange, and grapefruit. Much healthier then the endless supply of coke cans I ALSO located while excavating your room. Now then." He held up two plates, turning: "Scrambled? Sunny side? Butter? Sides?"

“Fried eggs with soy sauce. Fried eggs with soy sauce and pepper. Fried eggs with soy sauce and pepper and raspberry jam." Setting the plates back on the kitchen's table, he buttered one piece of bread while pasting a very odd looking raspberry jam on the other, neatly placed it on both plates, then retrieving the hashbrowns from the stove using his own gauntlets due to the lack of tongs, followed by the bacon. Setting everything up, he pressed the button on the juice maker, quickly retriving two glasses of orange. Placing the forks and knives onto the plates, he loaded everything onto a large tray, tossed in some napkins and ketchup, as well as hot sauce, finally carrying it, seemingly effortlessly, balanced on one arm, onto the Japanese-styled table, before sitting down in the traditional way, as if he'd always did. "Two requests. Please refrain from calling me 'Templar', and tell me your name."

This morning, Hikaru woke to two most spectacular events in her life. One: Her formerly mountain of storage apartment had transformed into a...normal looking room with none of her things from the time before she sleep. Two: Her Servant had just prepared breakfast. Being hungry, she didn't ask too many questions and helped herself to the raspberry toast. "Oh, okay." said she after taking a mouthful bite. " 'Templar' doesn't roll well on the tongue anyway, 'David' is much easier. Besides, it's a common name: There's David Attenbrough, David Copperfield, David Bowie, David Ben-Gurion, David Letterman, David Carradine...I'm sorry, lost track again. What was I suppose to say? Oh right. Name! My name! It's Miyamoto Hikaru. Miyamoto is my family name, and Hikaru is my given. Things work backwards here in Japan."

“I'm aware. The Grail was so kind as to provide me with some information on the things I am supposed to know - never mind if I wanted to know them or not, but that is another matter." The Servant shook his head, making a 'pfft' sound. "Hikaru, eh? Very well, Hikaru it is. On another topic... Based on the way you're wolfing down those eggs, I was right. Very unhealthy for you to only eat the store-bought stuff. I'll have to make certain you don’t collapse one me one day." He sliced off some egg, and impaling bacon and hashbrown, after dipping it in sauce, sent it to his mouth after a bite of bread. "I'll explain myself before you ask. I do not enjoy living in a mess, nor would I subject myself to living on the same food you used to. King or not, I grew up in a very modest - if not to say poor - home, and had to cook and clean for my six brothers." Taking another bite, he continued: "As far as calling me 'Templar', that is like calling me 'inmate 78943'. Not the most pleasant of things, and that is why I dislike it." He took a sip of juice, grimacing slightly at its taste, but finding its aroma delightful. "Oh, so that's why you know how a stove works. Would be hard to deal with a strange world with no information at all." she poured soy sauce over the eggs, sprinkled pepper on it, and opened the jar of raspberry jam to spread the dark purple jelly on the egg whites. She took a bite. "This is great. Do all Servants do housework? Or is it just you? By the way....where did my stuff go?"

“Cooking and housework are personal skills, as well as an artform. While I'd love to tell you that those other buffoons couldnt possibly be able to do it, it would be too arrogant and likely a lie - there could be some Servant able to cook and clean but as far as I know it is not a general skill we all possess." retrieving a knife, he sliced off a piece of egg and spearing it along with some bacon, dipped it in ketchup, then sending it to his mouth, followed by a bit of toast and a piece of hashbrown. "As for 'stuff' that greatly depends what you mean. The coke cans and ramen cups are in the trash as well as a vast number of other useless things."

"What about my books, and my science equipment, electronics," then in a horrified face, "MY PULSHIES!" Her jaw dropped in horror, while the young man continued to calmly eat. “Rest easy, your dead animals are fine. They are in neatly labeled boxes outside, ready to be picked up by the moving van." he rose his fork: "Today we shall locate a new base. A more open and strategically placed one. Not to mention neater." He paused, before recalling something: "Oh yes. Is the food to your liking?"

“Hm? Hmhmhmh!" she nodded furiously with a mouthful of hashbrowns before swallowing. "Move?" asked she ridiculously, "To where? You've been quite busy while I'm in bed, haven't you?"

"I cant help it. We have a war to win, and I'm not about to spend precious preparation time on frivolities. Please swallow your food before you answer." He pointed at her with a fork with some amusement, as if educating a small child. "I've made some calls while you slept and found an old Japanese-style mansion that was for sale, in the whereabouts of Kinoku lane and Tsubaki Alley. Naturally, I havent been able to inspect it yet as I'd have to leave your side and I would rather not since thats a hazard. Besides..." The Servant smirked, a small light appearing in his eyes that signalled he'd been suppressing a laugh. "Watching your sleep was entertaining in and of itself. Your facial expressions, in particular, are most interesting. A lot of personality is shown in the faces a person makes while they sleep, you know." He finished in a serious tone that might have fooled some. "What? What? " There was a loud clatter as Hikaru dropped her cutlery on the table. "But- but I was in the cupboard!"

“Heh. No such thing as obstacles for my eyes, remember?" David made a dramatic gesture. "Such is the majesty of the King of Infinity."

"King of Infinity? Is that your title? That so explains your infinite sense of no privacy." David gave a raised eyebrow to that statement before simply chuckling. "It was simply a joke... While there are no obstacles for my eyes, that is only true for my foes - our foes, now. Seeing everything all the time would indicate a lack of manners, and a truly depraved mind. Besides, it would make everything a bit boring. Imagine knowing exactly what everyone will say or do, no matter who they were to you." the Servant shook his head, continuing to eat, and taking a sip of the juice: "No, my supremely perfect lordship merely opened the cupboard door. I did sleep for a good seven hours but I confess my eagerness to begin the campaign got the best of me, and after finishing everything I was left with nothing to do, so I observed my ally. As I said, the face one makes while sleeping says a lot about an individual. I was curious as to what kind of person you were. And yes - King of Infinity is my title, for I had been promised mine will be a kingdom undending and infinite." Hikaru shuffled uneasily in her seat. "So, what's your verdict? What kind of a person I mean." David remained silent for a while, looking at his plate, then finally turning to Hikaru: "Yours was a bit of a difficult case, Princess. You seem to be eccentric, but to what degree it is hard to determine. Granted I didn’t need to see your face to determine that - your room's evidence enough." He placed his chin on his joined hands, elbows supported by table: "While your mind is not simple, your existence is... Due to what, I do not know. Granted simplicity is not always a bad thing, so that is nothing I can really base conclusions off. You do not seem like a bad person to me, and you are honest... But only in certain aspects." Templar nodded, satisfied by his analysis: "That about sums it up... As time goes on, feel free to ask me more. There is quite a lot of things I haven’t yet seen, and... well, others." He finished slightly ambiguously, not wishing to pursue further conversation on the subject.

“Um, okay." Her eyes inadvertly gazed at David's bare torso. Feeling herself getting warmer, she turned away to not show her blushing face. "Hmm..." The man smiled at his Master's reaction slightly mockingly but without any ill intent: "Yes, I believe this will be a very fun campaign." "At least one of us is looking forward to it."

"Oh, believe me... I am. I look forward to battles each time, and when they dont seem to be as ugly as I thought they'd be with a capable, as well as pretty... interesting ally, what else could I ask for?" The word 'interesting' had been said after a long pause as if he'd already been finished talking, followed by a grin, before David resumed eating."I hear some Servants want the Grail. Any particular reason on your end?"

“Dont care for it. My wish is being fulfilled as we speak." The answer had been a bit short, but he had been caught slightly off-guard by it. Pausing for a second, he continued: "Honesty, right now, I have no idea."

“I have no idea what to do either. The Seals just came to me, told Father Marrone about it and then here I am sitting in breakfast with my Servant." She gazed absently until she saw the time on the clock. "Bugger, I'm late!" she scrambled from her seat in panic. "Where did you put my uniform?"

"Closet. You'll find it on the top shelf. I organize everything - so please dont throw your things around." David had moved on to coffee, sipping it without a care in the world. She dashed into the bathroom out of view, and came out minutes later with a neater, bookish look. "Okay, I'm ready." said she grabbed her bag next to the TV. "Let's go." Templar made an indignant noise: "What, and leave the dishes to rot? Bah... fine, let me just put them in the sink." David neatly piled everything on the tray again and carried it to the sink, placing the dirty dishes in it and letting some water wash over the grease. "All right, lets go.” As Hikaru walked out the door, she could sense the Servant following. She turned around and stopped. "Wait, wait, wait! Aren't you suppose to dematerialize here?"

“No can do."

"What do you mean 'No can do'? Just turn into a ghost. Isn't it elementary for Heroic Spirit?"

"Yes." Came the laconic answer. “Though it isn’t a 'ghost' per se, its spirit form."

"Okay, 'spirit form'. But why aren't you doing it?”

"Because I am not a Heroic Spirit. Or a Counter Guardian. Or a Reverse Hero." She closed the door behind her, looking at her Servant speculatively. "Then what are you?"

“I am a spirit caught in a time loop created by the Grail. This means, among other things, that I cannot dematerialize." The Servant shrugged casually as if this was something not worth mentioning. "We'll talk about the other stuff later. But first things first, since you can dematerialize..." she slipped out the door way. Out of view, there was a bang on the neighbour's door. "Kyouya, I need you do a favour!" After getting no answer, she continued to knock. "Kyouya, hurry up!" And then someone answered in an extremely irritated young man's voice. "What is it this time? You're the last person I want to see first thing in the morning." "I don't want to see you either if I can help it, but emergency here..." "Hey, hey! Why are you going through my closet?" The Servant merely scratched his head, unable to comprehend his Master's behavior. What was wrong with him as he was? Surely, nothing had been wrong with his illustriously crafted body? he had inspected it himself quite thoroughly a bit earlier, so how - or why would she bother, and what was she doing? Hikaru returned with a set of male Haegobara Academy uniform along with a pair of boxers, and finished her earlier sentence. "Since you can't dematerialize, this is the only way you can come with me to school. It's a bit small for you, but will do for now. We'll find something your size later in the day." She handed the clothes to David. "You want me... my glorious self... to wear... this? Its filthy. It dirties the very core of my being." David held the shirt between his index finger and thumb, looking at it with a grimace. "And these stains... is that some sort of sauce? Ugh."

"Oh, sorry." Hikaru grimaced. "That'd be my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Anyway, just wear it."

“Mmm." The Servant struggled with himself for a while before putting the shirt on. "You are my newest ally, and what you're saying makes sense. I must not let pride get the best of me." He pulled on the boxers followed by the pants. "Public views and everything, not that I care about them, but society wasn’t very tolerant even back then. Very well." He straightened up, face slightly tragic. "Lead on. We'd better do this now then later." Shirt took only a second to put on, followed by the jacket of the winter uniform, which David had left open. "Hold on. Let me just..." Templar's eyes shut for a second. "Yeah, all right, lets go."

"Well then," Hikaru stepped out into the courtyard, dramatically waving around her surroundings. "Welcome to Fuyuki City, David." David looked around, drawing in the night air as he walked forward, and seemingly left satisfied with the first test. "Fuyuki, huh? It’s as good a battlefield as any other, in my eyes. But it is pleasant that it is not devoid of certain architectural grace which - I am sorry to say - is absent in this flimsy construction I was called into." Hikaru took a step backwards to get a good view of the apartment building. "It's like any normal house in Fuyuki. What's the problem with it?"

”Didnt I say it? Its flimsy. Like a cardboard house. With a foundation like that, any strong wind is going to erase it from its place under the sun. Why, it could barely bear my arrival. Moreover..." The Servant gave the building a critical stare up and down: "It lacks grace, and was built with no feeling. Its... dead."

“Do you expect everything to be a work of art?"

“No... But that doesnt stop me from wishing it was." Hikaru flexed her fingers as if she wanted to choke something, she then groaned and headed for the gate. "Why...why....does a good looking guy have to be so-so-so- gah!" she muttered on her way out. “Impossible, Princess?” Helpfully offered the Servant, chuckling as he followed his newest Master onto his newest battlefield.

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Edited by Azedos Sen, Apr 7 2011, 01:38 AM.
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