Yori's chair slid back as she stood, her full height making her stand out even in a class with a naga in it.
Patience is a virtue, one which Yori really did not enjoy maintaining. She's an attentive and hard working student, but she wasn't the academic type in the slightest - that's why she had to make an active effort in classes to actually absorb any of the information. For her efforts, she maintained above-average grades, acceptable in her eyes so long as she excelled in other areas. Not to mention she'd feel pretty bad for not trying in Karpathy's lessons, the small teacher clearly put a lot of effort into teaching so it's only fair that Yori returned the favour.
"Good bye, sensei." The tall girl nodded to her teacher in passing, a tense gesture that was characteristic of Yori. Tense was a good word to describe her mannerisms, always with a hint of caution.
Yori made her way through busy post-lesson halls of the school, destination Judo club. The name Aragaki Yori and Judo were especially synonymous with one another, she was one of its most skilled and senior members. She wasn't the captain, but goodness if she wasn't treated like it sometimes. She was good, but she lacked the more social skills required to be a captain, instead taking the role of instructor and aid to the captain.
Outside of Judo Yori's social life was near non-existant, not that she had anyone to blame other than herself for that. She'd been asked to hang out plenty of times by goodness knows how many people, but declined each time - part because she felt it was a waste of time and part because she didn't want to disappoint people. The idea of 'cool' was often associated with her from the younger girls, and she certainly didn't want to give them the knowledge that she was actually a massive dork with a love for repairing cars and motorcycles. Let them think she's a quiet butt-kicking machine one-hundred percent.
Ignorance is bliss, after all.
This meant that after Judo club, she had the entire day to herself. She could continue to train, head down to the garage, or lay on her bed for the evening...
A heavy sigh came from Yori, closing her eyes briefly. Maybe she should take up one of those offers some day.
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Done and done. Was meant to be linked to her grandfather more than anything else, but that's no problem.
Modified the CS, got rid of the cyborg business.
Raineh Daze said
On bios: cyborg and robot are just plain creepy,
Oh, my bad. Thought that kind of stuff was allowed. Easily amendable though.
Sold! I'll take a stab at a CS.
If anyone paid close enough attention to Amjad, they'd notice a very odd quirk: he slept with his eyes open, staring blankly forward with lidded eyes. Comical almost as his head slumped to the side at Toshiko's driving, bringing him back into the concious world for an instant before falling back to sleep. Being in any form of seated transportation put Amjad to sleep in a couple of minutes at most, it was amazing how he could go from being definitely awake to out cold in a few moments once a vehicle got going. Even with Toshiko's driving, at that.
When the van was finally brought to a halt the artificer awoke once more, for good this time. He looked around the van with a dopey expression, his hands reaching out to squeeze the shoulder of someone near him, Akihiko being that person. Amjad stared at him for an uncomfortable moment, crimson eyes squinted in intense scrutiny... before nodding. He unbuckled and then nearly stumbled out of the van to follow his boss.
What was that about?
"Too big."
That was Amjad's first observation of the mansion, speaking his thoughts aloud at the door of the mansion. With a place this big, there was bound to be some sort of security detail watching the grounds and an area around it, right? He made a mental note to see if he could inquire to things happening around the mansion rather than on its grounds.
The door opened to to a girl, one which stirred an unknown sensation in the head and chest of the issue-riddled craftsman. He couldn't identify what these kinds of things were, nor display them - it'd always been that way. From the thing people called anger to that wondrous thing known as happiness, they did not exist within the boy. Only one unidentifiable sensation which sometimes felt a little bit different from the last time he felt it.
He didn't have to be able to identify or telegraph his feelings to know that this Alexithymia business was horrible.
Amjad distracted his gaze from the maid by trying to look past her and into the mansion, letting others do the talking for now.
When the van was finally brought to a halt the artificer awoke once more, for good this time. He looked around the van with a dopey expression, his hands reaching out to squeeze the shoulder of someone near him, Akihiko being that person. Amjad stared at him for an uncomfortable moment, crimson eyes squinted in intense scrutiny... before nodding. He unbuckled and then nearly stumbled out of the van to follow his boss.
What was that about?
"Too big."
That was Amjad's first observation of the mansion, speaking his thoughts aloud at the door of the mansion. With a place this big, there was bound to be some sort of security detail watching the grounds and an area around it, right? He made a mental note to see if he could inquire to things happening around the mansion rather than on its grounds.
The door opened to to a girl, one which stirred an unknown sensation in the head and chest of the issue-riddled craftsman. He couldn't identify what these kinds of things were, nor display them - it'd always been that way. From the thing people called anger to that wondrous thing known as happiness, they did not exist within the boy. Only one unidentifiable sensation which sometimes felt a little bit different from the last time he felt it.
He didn't have to be able to identify or telegraph his feelings to know that this Alexithymia business was horrible.
Amjad distracted his gaze from the maid by trying to look past her and into the mansion, letting others do the talking for now.
Bloodshot eyes widened in surprise, a pang of mild recognition running through Saber's mind.
A beautiful blade.
A familiar blade.
But t'is not that blade. Nothing compares.
Saber made no effort to move as the blade of light came crashing down upon it, eerily calm when it shuts its eyes. The impact could be felt through out the stadium, a thunderous noise coming from where Saber had evidently been hit. Chunks of dirt and grass flew from the epicentre, a cloud of dust obscuring Lancer's vision from her handy work. It couldn't be that easy, could it?
Of course not.
The Knight's warped blade cut through the obtrusive dust, sending it to the wind and allowing to see Saber in all his unharmed glory. The spot of ground at its feet remained untouched as well - the air warped and contorted in black hexagonal shapes clustered around Saber.
"Admirable effort, Lancer. That strike would have left a most difficult to manage wound, even with my Battle Continuation. Nor did I expect to have to draw this Noble Phantasm," It gestured to the black ephemeral hexagons around it, "to such an extent so soon."
It lowered its blade, both hands gripping the hilt. It got into stance, an aggressive looking thing with a few openings in it. To the trained eye it would be evident that the openings are purely bait; there to punish anyone silly enough to bite for them.
"Effort should be rewarded. This is Aswad Hafiz, the Black Shield. Had you been less eager to finish this so quickly, then your attack may have been strong enough to bypass it - but that is not the case."
Its plated foot dug into the ground, cratering under the force of Saber launching towards Lancer at speeds only a Servant could move and keep up with. Saber brought its large, wicked blade down upon Lancer.
A beautiful blade.
A familiar blade.
But t'is not that blade. Nothing compares.
Saber made no effort to move as the blade of light came crashing down upon it, eerily calm when it shuts its eyes. The impact could be felt through out the stadium, a thunderous noise coming from where Saber had evidently been hit. Chunks of dirt and grass flew from the epicentre, a cloud of dust obscuring Lancer's vision from her handy work. It couldn't be that easy, could it?
Of course not.
The Knight's warped blade cut through the obtrusive dust, sending it to the wind and allowing to see Saber in all his unharmed glory. The spot of ground at its feet remained untouched as well - the air warped and contorted in black hexagonal shapes clustered around Saber.
"Admirable effort, Lancer. That strike would have left a most difficult to manage wound, even with my Battle Continuation. Nor did I expect to have to draw this Noble Phantasm," It gestured to the black ephemeral hexagons around it, "to such an extent so soon."
It lowered its blade, both hands gripping the hilt. It got into stance, an aggressive looking thing with a few openings in it. To the trained eye it would be evident that the openings are purely bait; there to punish anyone silly enough to bite for them.
"Effort should be rewarded. This is Aswad Hafiz, the Black Shield. Had you been less eager to finish this so quickly, then your attack may have been strong enough to bypass it - but that is not the case."
Its plated foot dug into the ground, cratering under the force of Saber launching towards Lancer at speeds only a Servant could move and keep up with. Saber brought its large, wicked blade down upon Lancer.
Nothing was said from Amjad after his initial musing, listening to the ideas and suggestions of others. This speculation jam was good. One of the key skills to being a successful detective was reasoning - the ability to avoid illogical jumps and conclusions. It helped keep one another on their toes in that area, it's surprisingly easy for people (read: others) to grow complacent and let that skill go rusty.
Not quite the case for Amjad given his condition, but it didn't hurt to make sure he was on the ball.
Amjad really didn't want to leave his work-in-progress just sitting around. He reached down to grab the aforementioned jar, bringing up to his gaze and giving it an appreciative look over. Who knew what misfortune could befall it if he left it alone in the agency.
Well not much could happen to it, but that wasn't going to stop Amjad anyway.
The boy stored away the insciption tools into their polished oakwood container, packing it away into his black and blue backpack, taking the jar under arm and the bag on his back and joined the others in the red van. He huddled up onto his own seat as he did inside the agency, resting his chin on his knees.
"How many other incidents like this have happened in the past year? Between the branches?"
Not quite the case for Amjad given his condition, but it didn't hurt to make sure he was on the ball.
Amjad really didn't want to leave his work-in-progress just sitting around. He reached down to grab the aforementioned jar, bringing up to his gaze and giving it an appreciative look over. Who knew what misfortune could befall it if he left it alone in the agency.
Well not much could happen to it, but that wasn't going to stop Amjad anyway.
The boy stored away the insciption tools into their polished oakwood container, packing it away into his black and blue backpack, taking the jar under arm and the bag on his back and joined the others in the red van. He huddled up onto his own seat as he did inside the agency, resting his chin on his knees.
"How many other incidents like this have happened in the past year? Between the branches?"
Abd Al-Malik,
Sports Stadium
"Indeed, t'was I."
Several of Saber's eyes squinted in barely contained joy, its body lightly shaking as it chuckled. For someone to respond so quickly, and obviously of one of the Knight classes as well! A good start to what will be a brief stint in this world. It would try its best to enjoy it, to sample the combat prowess of legends from across time. There was an immediate reflex upon Lancer arriving before it, a feeling of doubt at the challenging presence of a woman. Saber knew far better than that, though. A woman could be as fierce as any warrior or king on the battlefield, if not more so.
Anticipation triggered the pre-engagement adrenaline, power coursing through Saber's limbs. It felt ready - like it could swipe through one of the many concrete towers it had passed with ease.
"Do not take me for an Assassin. I called out for those willing to face me in a duel - no tricks, only our own ability put against one another."
Saber drew its warped blade from the ground, the eye on the hilt staring intently at Lancer. It held the blade out, pointing to Lancer.
"I am Servant Saber, and I ask you; do you accept mine and my blade's challenge? Or would you rather converse?"
Sports Stadium
"Indeed, t'was I."
Several of Saber's eyes squinted in barely contained joy, its body lightly shaking as it chuckled. For someone to respond so quickly, and obviously of one of the Knight classes as well! A good start to what will be a brief stint in this world. It would try its best to enjoy it, to sample the combat prowess of legends from across time. There was an immediate reflex upon Lancer arriving before it, a feeling of doubt at the challenging presence of a woman. Saber knew far better than that, though. A woman could be as fierce as any warrior or king on the battlefield, if not more so.
Anticipation triggered the pre-engagement adrenaline, power coursing through Saber's limbs. It felt ready - like it could swipe through one of the many concrete towers it had passed with ease.
"Do not take me for an Assassin. I called out for those willing to face me in a duel - no tricks, only our own ability put against one another."
Saber drew its warped blade from the ground, the eye on the hilt staring intently at Lancer. It held the blade out, pointing to Lancer.
"I am Servant Saber, and I ask you; do you accept mine and my blade's challenge? Or would you rather converse?"
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