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realitymarbles2017-10-22 05:17 pm
kingofshotas) wrote in realitymarbles2017-10-22 05:17 pm
It began with a clash of blades at night under the pale moon...
The Holy Grail War. A long, bloody, and more often than not it being a cruel war between mages that fought for tooth and nail against each other all for the sacred treasure to grant their wish, for good or for ill. Naturally, you would expect all forms of mages to participate in such a war... but not quite exactly alone either.
While it would seem impossible otherwise for a mage to fight in the Holy Grail War, the ones of a wiser choice would employ the services of Servants; Spirits of heroes from legends before and written in history. Although there are certainly cases where an unknown factor does come in unexpectedly and get involved in a war. A stray Servant seeking a Master, a new threat that suddenly becomes a higher priority than the grail itself for all parties involved... or perhaps, as in this case, a mage of considerable talent that somehow is thrust upon the war through outside factors and end up making a pact with a hero before either one realizes what has occurred.
A certain scene plays out that may seem familiar to some. A young girl is in trouble for her life while a menacing threat looms near by seeking for her life. Everything happened so fast for anyone to realize, but the moment the 'threat' had decided to make a strike for the girl's life was when a flash of bright golden light appeared only for a loud clash of metal to echo out harshly in the air and sparks to follow soon after.
"My my... talk about such a crude summoning," a young voice is heard behind the girl which soon immediately becomes apparently that the owner of the said voice suddenly lunges out with a large, gaudy axe coming towards the other Servant along with small ripples appearing around him with more weapons starting to protrude from thin air. Naturally the enemy Servant knew that this boy was nothing to be trifled with and a limited space meant bad news should they persist if they attacked, so a hasty retreat was immediately made-- leaving the young boy dressed in what seemed to be a fantasty arabic garb of royalty. You'd think this was straight out of an anime or something!
The boy casually brushes off his clothes and dusts his hands in mild annoyance now that the enemy had turned tail and run, ableit not very far from the feel of things. "I'm not the type to get riled up so easily, but even I can get annoyed if people start trouble but don't want to finish it." The weapon in his hands soon dissolved into golden specks of dust like it was nothing but an illusion... however, his sour expression and mood immediately changed the moment he turned to the girl that had almost had her life taken from her and beams at her with a bright smile forming across his face.
"So... I take it that it was you who had summoned me? It certainly wasn't that mongr-- aah, that brute out there, and seeing that that there isn't any one else here... I guess it must be you! But... are you my Master, I wonder? I would hope so, otherwise you're going to have a really terrible night ahead of you from the looks of things!"
While it would seem impossible otherwise for a mage to fight in the Holy Grail War, the ones of a wiser choice would employ the services of Servants; Spirits of heroes from legends before and written in history. Although there are certainly cases where an unknown factor does come in unexpectedly and get involved in a war. A stray Servant seeking a Master, a new threat that suddenly becomes a higher priority than the grail itself for all parties involved... or perhaps, as in this case, a mage of considerable talent that somehow is thrust upon the war through outside factors and end up making a pact with a hero before either one realizes what has occurred.
A certain scene plays out that may seem familiar to some. A young girl is in trouble for her life while a menacing threat looms near by seeking for her life. Everything happened so fast for anyone to realize, but the moment the 'threat' had decided to make a strike for the girl's life was when a flash of bright golden light appeared only for a loud clash of metal to echo out harshly in the air and sparks to follow soon after.
"My my... talk about such a crude summoning," a young voice is heard behind the girl which soon immediately becomes apparently that the owner of the said voice suddenly lunges out with a large, gaudy axe coming towards the other Servant along with small ripples appearing around him with more weapons starting to protrude from thin air. Naturally the enemy Servant knew that this boy was nothing to be trifled with and a limited space meant bad news should they persist if they attacked, so a hasty retreat was immediately made-- leaving the young boy dressed in what seemed to be a fantasty arabic garb of royalty. You'd think this was straight out of an anime or something!
The boy casually brushes off his clothes and dusts his hands in mild annoyance now that the enemy had turned tail and run, ableit not very far from the feel of things. "I'm not the type to get riled up so easily, but even I can get annoyed if people start trouble but don't want to finish it." The weapon in his hands soon dissolved into golden specks of dust like it was nothing but an illusion... however, his sour expression and mood immediately changed the moment he turned to the girl that had almost had her life taken from her and beams at her with a bright smile forming across his face.
"So... I take it that it was you who had summoned me? It certainly wasn't that mongr-- aah, that brute out there, and seeing that that there isn't any one else here... I guess it must be you! But... are you my Master, I wonder? I would hope so, otherwise you're going to have a really terrible night ahead of you from the looks of things!"
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By being this close to Orihime and all, he does press his head against her chest and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric and wrapping an arm snug around the young woman as she had done with him.
Its probably a good thing the wall of cushions has been already made between them, especially if he's already in a naked state already. But here he is, all in his blissful glory and closing his eyes to doze off in what may be the better set of pillows than anything in his treasury may offer.
What a lovely way to end the night in a comforting embrace after originally meeting when her life was in danger.
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Orihime flushes heavily at his closeness, especially as he lays his head upon her chest; nuzzling into her breasts unabashedly.
Several times she tries to muster up the courage to tell him to stop or return to his side of the bed, but each time her lips parted nothing came out. This is likely the result of people manhandling her and Orihime allowing it to happen (especially with Chizuru).
A soft, almost defeated, sigh escapes her lips as she settles into the bed. Her eyes slowly drifting closed as she is held by him. While she wishes a certain someone else was holding her right now, Orihime could think of worse ways to fall asleep.