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Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District


Having spent the entire day making her rounds of the manor, the small girl circling around the property and crossing through the labyrinth of rooms over and over again as she reinforced its structure. Sure, her Master had asked her to 'clean up' the house, but she could both tidy up anything that appeared out of place while subsequently setting up her territory to strengthen the household. It seemed her Master was busy doing...well she wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but it wouldn't be very hero-like of her to not double up on her work under her Master's order.

At the end of the day he approached her, two unfamiliar objects in hand. Hou Yi leaned forward, a curious spark in her eyes as she observed the colorful treat in his hand. A...waffle taco? She had never heard of such a spectacle, but if her Master were to look at her with such distinct elation, there was no way she could possibly believe this form of food to be anything but delicious.

On his request, the two climbed to the roof of the house, setting themselves up to indulge in her Master's culinary masterpiece and watch the sunset. For a war, this was quite different than what Hou Yi had expected, but that's not to say she didn't find herself enjoying the moment.

Twitch.

That bright golden gaze of hers shot to the sky just as Ron spoke up. Eyes narrowing, realization dawned on the Servant.

"Master, we are nowhere near Christmas and that's no Santa Clause."

With a quiet click of her tongue, Hou Yi rose to her feet immediately, eyebrows furrowing as she kept her eyes on that red plane he pointed out.

She could feel it. She could sense it. There was a servant in that plane.

Blink.


Thankfully Hou Yi's clairvoyance was more than ample for her to clearly see every detail of the plane, memorizing it's build, and every detail of the two men inside, memorizing their faces. Without taking a second to look at her Master, she materialized her bow from that morning, the falling sunlight seeming to catch on every curve and angle of the weapon from legends past.

Turning to the side, she closed one eye. An arrow appeared in her right hand.

Deep breath.


Her right elbow cocked back, the girl drawing her arrow along the bow as she took aim. Had her Master began to protest, she would drop the arrow and allow the plane to pass as long as there was no show of hostility, but given her history in battle, Hou Yi could not overlook this moment.

What should have been the silence of a calm sunset paired with waffle tacos had been disrupted by the mechanical grinding of an aircraft overhead. She would return the silence once more.

You are Hou Yi. She whose shots can cause the fall of nine suns. You whose aim has never faulted. You whose target has never left unscathed. You are a hero. Release your arrow.

With her mental preparation complete, the Archer aligned her arrow with where the plane's engine cluttered and cranked, the girl prepared to once more remove a bothersome existence from the sky she loved.

The pluck of a sudden lack of tension in her bowstring. The silent slicing of her arrow flying through the sky. The golden gaze of the Archer watching the plane as she awaited the hit.

Master: @Cu Chulainn
Plane: @tehchron @lucker13
@Cu Chulainn Of course! Ron is very fun to bounce silly interactions off of!

Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District


Smiled confidently as she watched her Master look her over with awe. Or...was that confusion? No no, it was clearly awe at the great Archer's resplendent visage. As his eyes swung over her back to look at her bow, she saw a flicker of recognition cross over his features, bringing ease to the girl.

Ah, good, he meant to summon me. He knows who I a-...did he just call me 'Maider'? Did he just call my bow a feather duster?? I-It's pointy though? There are absolutely zero feathers on it??

Deep breath. This is fine. You can clear up this misunderstanding easily, Hou Yi.


"Pardon my interruption Master, but I think you might be mist-"

Her attempts at clarification were interrupted by his introduction as the boy continued to introduce himself. Though she would normally raise her voice to a louder volume, demanding to clear up this misconception, the serious look on her Master's face caused her to pause. Good. That was a good look - she liked that too.

She smiled as he took her hand in his, the two shaking hands as the positions of Servant and Master were established.

"It will be my pleasure to serve under you, Tohsaka-san. This humble servants name is-...I'm sorry. Did you just ask me to clean up your spilled juice?"

She stared at him incredulously, that shining golden gaze of hers seeming to dampen slightly as an understanding of what kind of person her Master was steadily dawned on her. Watching Tohsaka-san's back as he left the room before she could ask anything more of him or clear up the growing misinterpretations between them more, Hou Yi could feel that small twitch in her temple once more.

Her gaze shifted from her Master to the puddle that she was still unceremoniously standing in. Ah, no worries, he simply said to get rid of the mess. There was quite a simple way to get rid of it.

Let's see if he still dares to call me 'Maider' after seeing th-...no that's no good, Hou Yi. You should not act out of spite. You are simply following your Master's orders to the best of your abilities. Indeed! You are doing good! As a hero would!

Once more her left hand shifted away from her body, spinning as it brought her bow from behind her back to just before her body. Closing one eye, she pointed one arrow directly below her at the orange spill that coated both the floor and her feet.

A slow exhale. The silence of morning. The warmth of the sun streaming through the small window to the side of her.

The release of an arrow.

With a muted slice, Hou Yi's arrow shot directly between her feet, the force of shooting at such a close target launching the girl a foot in the air. She landed an inch behind where she was initially standing, a satisfied grin on her lips as she looked down at the 6 inch circle that she had created. The orange juice immediately began to stream down, falling multiple floors through the Tohsaka Manor before it drained into the ground underneath, where her arrow had eventually been stopped by the Earth after meeting its target.

Stepping over the hole, her bow dematerialized from her hands as she made her way throughout the house, mentally taking notes and planning out how she would 'clean up' reinforce the manor.

@Cu Chulainn


Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District, 8:00 AM


The gentle silence of an attic. The soft sunlight befalling the wooden floors. The smell of...orange juice.
The sudden disturbance created by a swirl of ether erupting from a sharpie-marked floor.

A young girl stood in the middle of it, the sunlight seeming to engulf her form in its warm embrace. Her appearance was bright in and of itself. Golden waves tumbled down past her shoulders, reaching the entire length of her back and brushing over the angle of her hips. A golden gaze peeked out past dark lashes, shielded slightly by the bangs that covered the girl's forehead.

A silent blink. Another silent blink.

With a start, the girl looked down at herself in surprise, those golden hues widening as she brushed her free hand over her top, then her skirt. Moving down her body she patted over her legs, straightening back up to pat over her arms, then her own head, fingers meeting fabric as she felt the blood red hood that covered the majority of her head and expanded past to coat her shoulders and hang from them as a cape.

She spun in a circle, watching the way the fabric fluttered through the air as she did so. With a quiet and girlish chuckle she completed her spin, that one free hand coming to meet her opposite hand, fingers trailing over the object held tightly in it. The smile painted on her lips was one of adoration. An expression of appreciation and familiarity, similar to that of seeing an old friend. Silently, she traced over the outline of the giant bow held in her right hand. The massive piece of equipment looked as though there was no way it could be a light object, however the girl handled it as though it was light as a feather.

Ah...wait...there was something I was supposed to say at this moment, right?

Lifting that free hand to her head once more, she scratched at the side of her head with a single finger pressed to the side of her hood, a quiet grumble coming from the girl as she tapped her foot in her own annoyance.

At last, that curious gaze shifted from herself to the boy standing before her. He appeared young, probably the age of a high schooler, and...

Is that...bedhead?

Shaking her head, she continued her observation of the man before her, those wide doe-eyes of the Archer slipping down his form.

Ah, a school uniform, I believe. So he is a student! W-Wait...wait wait wait. Is that orange juice? A-All over his shirt?

The girl could feel her own resolve faltering for a moment, but nonetheless she continued her scan of the male! He had a good look in his eyes - she liked that. He had a fair build - could use more muscle but they would discuss that later.

With a confident grin, the girl quickly switched the hold of her bow from her right hand to the left, once more manipulating the weapon with ease despite its size quite nearly matching her own height. Once in her left hand, she extended that arm out past her side, wrist rotating and spinning the large bow to arrange it behind her back as she took a step forward, her right hand extending out towards the Magus in gree-

Squish.


She froze immediately, fluid absorbing into the thin fabric of her shoe and seeping through to soak the skin underneath. With a shaky gaze, she shifted her attention to her feet, and more prominently, the puddle of orange juice she appeared to have stepped into.

Twitch.


Lifting her face to the boy once more, the girl tried with all of her might to ignore what she just saw. To ignore the overwhelming scent of orange juice. To ignore the cold touch of liquid soaked shoes.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, her once regal and polite smile looking significantly more forced as she returned to extending a quivering hand out towards the boy. A deep breath.

Remember. Hero. Not a tyrant.


Another deep breath.

"Are you my Master?"

@Cu Chulainn
Servant: (Paired with Tohsaka)


Master: (paired with Ferdiad)


Okay~! Here's my Servant!



And my Master~!



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