This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, one of the reasons why she liked this form in the first place. With a wink that held an unspoken promise she moves on, leaving a flustered young man behind. That's rather cute - if he's going to go that far, she might as well visit tonight and give him something to remember. She looks into his future: he'll prize that flower above all his other possessions, treasuring it to the day he died. "I loved it." The girl whispers into his ear, a secret only for the two of them. Giving him a knowing smile, she takes a purple lily from her hair and exchanges it for the basket in his hands. The bread is a nice gift, but she enjoys the surprisingly good poem he crafted and memorized overnight even more. She looks into his past: a boy - no, a man by this land's standards – struggling with his first love. His eyes widen in surprise and he just stands there, panicking, as the words he’d painstakingly chosen for the occasion scattered like ashes in the wind. Stealing a loaf of bread without a shred of hesitation, she takes a very deliberate bite while waiting for him to say his piece. This time however, while moving through the crowd towards the fortress where the meeting was taking place, she drew eyes for an entirely different reason.Ī baker's second son stands in her way, basket in hand. Between lilac eyes and distinctive clothing, there weren't many in this country that wouldn't be able to identify her at first glance. The casual display of magic barely gives the locals pause: most have either heard of or seen her stunts firsthand. A gesture mid-fall slows her descent, allowing her to land softly on the grass right next to a busy street. Reaching the end of that section, the strange girl opts for hopping down rather than facing the dreaded stairs again. It'd probably scare the handful of guards that leered at her thighs though. Mind fully immersed in the game, she doesn’t worry about the height as falling wouldn’t be a problem. Jumping from one merlon to another on the crenelated wall, her long hair flutters in the wind as she plays hopscotch towards her destination. Maybe she should get going: the people waiting for her actually mattered, after all.
But from her Project, her favorite, all she felt was a familiar fondness. She isn’t in a rush, regardless of being late to an appointment: the meeting wouldn't start proper until she got there anyway.Ī quick peek to the last minute confirms her suspicions: a few were disgruntled at her tardiness, while others felt a mixture of amusement and resignation. Stretching lazily, the girl lets out an ultra-long yawn before even thinking about getting on her feet. It’s an ugly truth, but one that she could understand better than most. In this war-torn country, if you were old enough to hold a sword you were also old enough to remember at least two major conflicts. Farmers, artisans, soldiers, mothers, even the small ones: every single one of them moves with purpose, for they aren't strange to hardship. Edit: Aka, Nero Chaps would be a good example of this, he'd still be a DA, but the exact events of his life would certainly shift.Ī girl enjoys the warm sunlight, feet kicking absently from her perch on top of a high wall.īelow, just under a thousand people went about their lives, attempting to finish their assigned tasks before night fell. Otherwise, you could potentially have it be one of those Weird Timelines that contains elements from both Fate and Tsukihime, thus rendering the point moot.Īlso keep in mind the Organization, and some of its members, don't become known as DAAs, but others still exist as just powerful Dead Apostles. The Shield itself is literally the only other known one, beyond what I think is a stored DA's Reality Marble. Well, said Nail Gun was the 7th Holy Scripture,(don't recall the Shields without a Wiki page), and I believe in FGO's Timeline Roa still existed, but ,I believe, had his Soul burned by the Count of Monte Cristo. Hell, Gandar itself, from what I've researched isn't even a RL thing, but it is a decent IC example of 'Where does Magecraft come from?".
As Nasu Magic is practically either 'Clap your hands', you use vauge associations to put together, or somehow create a personal Magecraft.
Otherwise, I can only hope the poor bastard has a rather good memory. Click to shrink.Ahh that'll be coming to bite him in the ass at somepoint, at least in terms of relation to Rin.
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