sweetdevil | 34th ♫ | even if a thousand nights pass, i'll stay by your side

I'm fine, Brynhildr.

[He quickly collected himself, enough to stand up straight and focus.]

We should carry on.

[ Again, her heart flares insistently in her chest to hear him call her that – not merely Lancer as she'd been expected, but her name. She chokes the flame out, reminds herself that it's simply because he's an inexperienced Master, unaccustomed to the traditions of the Holy Grail Wars.

And yet...

She takes a moment to draw in a steadying breath, thinks of frozen tundras, frigid winds, implacable blocks of ice. A flame cannot ignite the ice. ]

Yes. I will scout on ahead and return to you shortly.

[ Apparently satisfied that no further discussion is needed, Brynhildr takes one, two steps back from him – and then as if caught by a playful wind, she rises quite casually up into the air, slowly but steadily until she's not quite out of sight, but certainly hard to spot against the sky and then takes flight on ahead of Dimitri, as agreed. ]

[Dimitri was starting to realize that perhaps this had all been a bit poorly planned and he wasn't fully sure what he was dealing with.]

[...No, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but tearing a bloody streak through his enemies and toppling Edelgard's damnable empire. Destroy it all, and let the ashes blow away in the wind. He followed behind Brynhildr, his own lance in hand and pace a bit slower on foot.]

[ Even for a Servant, it was hard to pick out details at this height – not that Brynhildr quite dared dip lower for fear of giving herself away. But it was more or less impossible to miss the stark red of the unit of soldiers that were steadily approaching. It took her a moment to properly number them and even then she can't quite distinguish what their ranks might be, but once she's confident enough, she retreats back to Dimitri.

With just as little fanfare as she'd taken flight, Brynhildr lands by him – though she has enough presence of mind to land far enough away that she hopefully doesn't startle him with her sudden reappearance. ]

Master. There are around fifteen soldiers in red approaching – though I was unable to determine their ranks. They seem to be making steady progress in our direction.

Unfuckingbelievable. I'm out here trying to be a good citizen and this is the thanks I get.

[ We can probably put this one down as a concussion, honestly.

Despite the bleeding, though, it doesn't look like she's taken too bad of a blow. It's mostly just some split skin along her hairline, probably just from the sheer force of impact, and her lip is similarly split where it probably snagged on her teeth where she took that blow to the fact. Yeowch. ]

We get 'em all?

We got 'em! All of them.

[That, at least, comes out bright and chipper.]

[She kind of. Gingerly wipes away some of the blood from Erina's forehead. Mostly it just kind of smears, they'll need to actually wash it once they're somewhere safe.]

You were amazing.

[ Erina sort of... drunkenly fingerguns at her. It's pretty uncoordinated ]

Alright, good. Because if I have to take another one of those down before I take a nap, I'm calling a mutiny. [ did you know you can just say words in whatever order you want and it doesn't matter? ] What's the damage, anyway? Am I close to death or am I gonna live to see another day?

We can mutiny? Mutiny against what, did we get drafted when I wasn't paying attention? I'm already part of another military!

[Words are fake, reality is a hologram, etc.]

Uh.... it doesn't look like you're cut too badly, but you mi-i-ight have kind of a concussion? I'm not sure how to tell.

Not a real mutiny. Like, an emotional mutiny. A mutiny against the principle of the thing. Like...

[ She trails off and lets that hang in the air briefly and then she flaps her hand dismissively. ]

Oh god, why the hell are you listening to me? I'm fucking concussed. I'm talking a load of shit.

[ i can't believe the grimm knocked some self-awareness into her. ]

((ooc: gonna assume an au version of fateslandia just for ease but feel free to change any details you want 83))

[When they had discussed the arrangement, Takumi had accepted it easily enough. Ryoma's wife, Mozu, was a commoner by birth- and while Takumi believed people should marry for love... if him marrying someone of more noble blood would put the elder lords at ease, well... it wasn't like he had anyone he was pining for. If it meant Ryoma and his sisters got to marry as they wished he'd be content.

But when the day to meet the young woman for the first time he was a bundle of nerves. He paced, chewing his lip raw. His clothing was formal and uncomfortable to make the best first impression but the effect was lost by his mumbling and deep frown. He didn't even notice her being escorted into the room right away.]

I think it's interesting shit!

[The true victim here, Penny's vocabulary. RIP in fucking rest.]

Also, I think if you're concussed you're supposed to keep talking to stay awake? I think.

[Does either of them have any actual medical knowledge, signs point to no.]

[ Her name is Lady Yuri Murasaki – or so that's what everyone in this world has been telling her since she woke up, anyway.

The fanfare had been immense – from the moment her eyes had fluttered open, the house had been in an uproar. The maids, the housekeepers, even Mother and Father had all wept with gratitude that after two entire years, the mistress of the house had recovered from her coma and returned to life. The doctors had examined had and declared her fit as a fiddle, not a thing wrong with her. It was like a miracle.

And that was all very well and good, except for one thing – she isn't Lady Yuri Murasaki. After all, that's impossible. She's a character from a fantasy novel. And yet... here Yuri is, being swept along with the plot of a book she only mostly remembers but there's one thing she's certain about.

Lady Murasaki absolutely does not have a happy ending. She marries a prince, is wrapped up in a conspiracy against her own will and then killed by her own husband while he's under the thrall of some terrible evil force.

Needless to say: Yuri doesn't particularly want to go through with this. She does her best to push back against the current, feigns sickness and ill health and all manner of other things to have her family reconsider. But they won't – maybe in their eyes, marrying their sickly daughter into the royal family is the greatest kindness they can offer her. Yuri can't say she agrees.

So, despite all her best efforts, the day of their first meeting comes around. Yuri's caked in makeup, dressed to the nines, spritzed with all manner of perfumes and has her hair pulled up into a tight updo that pulls on the nape of her neck with every movement of her head. She's never been so uncomfortable in her life – though she has to begrudgingly admit that the maids have done an excellent job in prettying her up.

She's ushered into the room almost as soon as they arrive at the palace and there's a frantic urgency in the air she doesn't understand. It frightens her so much that she almost can't speak. But she swallows hard and though her voice threatens to shake itself to pieces, she manages to curtsey and... begin to introduce herself. ]

Y–your Highness... um... i–it really is... an honor...

Penny.

[ Suddenly (apparently) deadly serious, Erina claps a hand onto Penny's shoulder. ]

You don't have to spare my feelings. I've never articulated an interesting thought in my fucking life. I talk nonsense from AM to PM.

Yes? I- what?

[Is this more concussion talk.]

Oh no, you must be hurt a lot worse than I thought.

[Let her see the wound again, LET HER SEE IT.]

Edited (department of redundancy department) 2019-11-05 01:28 (UTC)

Uuuughghghghgh, fine.

[ Erina whines theatrically but makes no effort to get away – in fact she tips her head forward a bit towards Penny's to let her get a better look. ]

What's the prognosis, doc? Am I a dead girl walking after all?

[Penny combs through Erina's hair as thoroughly as she can, checking the visible wound and gently searching for any damage she missed earlier.]

I don't THINK so- I mean, it doesn't look bad? But if you're that confused, it might be really bad internally.

I dunno about that, I'm confused most of the fucking time. I thought you woulda picked up on that by now.

[ Is she helping? She's helping. ]

I figure if I was gonna drop dead though, I'd be swooning as we speak. So uh, it's probably fine? Apart from the blood.

[ It's fine, she's fine, this is fine. ]

What? No, see, this is what I'm talking about, you're always saying amazing stuff.

[She takes another look at the wound.]

Maybe you're hurt so bad you can't tell how badly you're hurt-

[She's getting worried.]

Maybe I should carry you? We could move faster that way.

[ IMMEDIATE fucking response: ]

Absolutely. You definitely should. Great idea, in fact, oh noooo...

[ She pantomimes the world's fakest swoon and slumps all up in Penny's grill like a horrible little feral girl. Awful. ]

Look at that, I can barely stand. Who knows if I'll even be able to take another step.

Oh no-!

[What do you mean, fake, this is a serious medical situation.]

[Penny immediately shifts weight and scoops Erina up into an honest to god princess carry, so mission accomplished on that front, apparently.]

Hang on-! Or try to.

[And she's just off and running. It's a surprisingly smooth ride, honestly.]

[ I don't have an icon that properly conveys the look of barely disguised glee on Erina's face as she tosses her arms around Penny's neck, but just know it's there. In fact, she seems temporarily rendered speechless by lesmotions (lesbian emotions).

Temporarily. ]

Holy shit, you're fast. Tell me you can fly too.

[Technically it's also a regular lesbian motion, even at high speeds.]

No? I think father was working on something before I came here, but- hang on. More, I mean. If you can.

[Look around, Erina, at all these big-ass trees. Or normal sized trees, But they'll still work for what Penny's about to do, hopefully.]

[With a mechanical clicking sound, the pack on Penny's back pops open and two of her swords flip gracefully out, twirling midair for a second before harpooning forward at high speed, thunking into two distant trees.]

Hang on-!

[Penny kicks off powerfully as the wires connecting her to her swords tighten, flinging her and Erina through the air like a massive slingshot.]

[It's not exactly flying, but it is a crazy high longjump done in style.]

[ I really wish I had a more eloquent response to this, but no: it's just screaming.

Or more precisely, Erina alternating between gasping in some air to keep up with the velocity they're going at now and screamlaughing at the top of her lungs. It's a pretty even fifty fifty split between exhilaration and sheer terror. She's having a good time. ]

[Penny probably tries to ask if she's all right, but. Honestly. They're going god knows how fast through the air in a series of leaps and bounds taking them through spaces between trees that seem way too tight for them to pass. Any attempts at actual communication are lost to the winds until they land.]

[Which, eventually, they do; the forests petering out into hilly grasslands, and one abnormally large hill. The steel-and-glass dome that formed a hub of activity and something of a safe haven for those dumped into this world, parts of it overgrown with moss and plantlife to the point that it almost looked like part of the landscape. It had been long abandoned when people first started arriving, and restoring it was a constant process.]

[But it was a safe spot for the recently concussed, and medical supplies were available.]

Okay! Okay, we're here. How are you feeling?

[he dips his head to her, respectful but a little awkward. He looks... young. He's the same age as her, but he still has a roundness to his face and that bit of teenage gangliness. And while his eyes are a shocking shade of amber they are kind and warm- and anxious ]

It is an honor for me as well. Please, if you need to sit it's alright: I was told you haven't been well.

[It's just stiff enough to suggest he doesn't usually speak quite so formally but he's at least well practiced in it.

BB \| Fate/ M/F, F/F	Bryn Pendragon \| OC M/F, F/F
Brynhildr \| Fate/ M/F, F/F	Caelina Gwynlaw \| OC F/F, M/F
Erina Estival \| OC F/F	Honoka Kousaka \| Love Live F/F, M/F
Kyouko Kougami \| OC F/F	Sophie Summerhelm \| OC M/F, F/F
Yuri \| DDLC M/F, F/F	μ \| The Caligula Effect F/F, M/F

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