Fate/Stay Night RP

Rider nodded to the woman, and stepped down to where he found Miho stepping out of a room and closing a door, "Ah, Master," He didn't know what to say about the situation, so he simply awaited any orders if there were any.

He turned to the man, noted the suffix, and nodded towards the man to simply acknowledge him.

With what looked like a huge amount of effort, Misaki sat up with a sigh. "You make a good point," he said, resting his elbow on his thigh and his chin in his hand. "I guess we can start with the museum first. I did a job there once and helped moved artifacts inside because they were short on men. I'm sure the curator will be able to grant me a favor."

Misaki stood up and straightened his kimono. "I'll go change. You should go put on something that'll help you blend into the crowd more as well. We don't need people staring at you because of your armor..."

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Lancer looked up from his tea when Shiina entered his room. At her question he answered, "I'm only waiting for your orders, Master."

Miho jumped slightly at the sudden voice, lost in her own thoughts again. She looked up at the man, blinking slowly as she tried to recall his face. Oh right, Fujiko's father. Raito-san. He was tall and lanky and just as intimidating as she remembered him. Perhaps it was his height combined with the fact that he was just like a male version of Fujiko. She turned to look at Rider when she heard him enter as well, smiling and beckoning him over before turning back to look at Fujiko's dad. it felt a little odd being called '-sama' by someone older than her.. but she supposed she better get used to it.

"Raito-san. It's good to see you again," she said, her voice soft. Her normal snobbish attitude was basically gone, as she felt scrutinized by that intense stare. It reminded her of her own father, looking down on her. She gulped softly. "I apologize for all the trouble I've brought into your home." She bowed respectfully, not lifting back up for a bit because staring at the floor was better than looking into those eyes.

Rider frowned slightly but said nothing. She should not be bowing to him... and the trouble was certainly not her fault. He said nothing however, as the situation was a little fragile and he had the good sense not to make things any worse.

"There is no need for that," Raito said in his cool, deep voice, "You are not at fault here, Caster was the one who started it, and Fujiko was the one who lost her control despite the fact that I have warned her repeatedly not to."

His voice was dead serious and his steps echoed on the floor. "Miho-sama and Rider-san please come into the living room with me, there are much things I must tell you that I fear that your parents choose not to mention. A very foolish decision on their part."

"Yes.. but if I had gone home sooner, perhaps she would've not be so.. hostile. You have a point though.. so we'll just leave it at that." She still felt a little guilty, but there was no sense in dwelling on it.. especially since Raito-san apparently had something he needed to say. Looking over at Rider, she nodded and followed Raito back into the living room.

Taking a seat on the couch, she looked up at Ratio, her eyes filled with curiosity, though she didn't seem surprised about her parents leaving things out. "It seems like something they would do, Raito-san. But.. what do you mean..? What'd they leave out?"

Rider nodded back and entered Spirit form. He simply floated right behind Miho, listening in.

"I'll be blunt with you Miho-sama, the Tsukiwura family has demon blood running in our veins," He said seriously. Yes, like the Tohno family, his family had been descended from demons. The blood didn't run particularly thick, but it was enough that anyone in their family (except his wife) could lose control. Though, he had taught his children well and all three showed signs that they were completely in control of their other side... however, tonight... was another story... "Miho-sama, for whatever reason, your parents should have told you this in the beginning, so you'd be prepared... be prepared for the possibility of my daughter losing complete control like what happened tonight..."

He sighed, just as his wife walked into the living room to join them. There was now a bandage on her hand with a bit of a red stain, "I put the twins to bed, have you told her yet?"

"Yes, I just did, and what of Fujiko? How is she?" His was just as expressionless as before, but if you listened really hard there was a hint of worry in his tone.

"She's fine now, I restored as much prana as I could, she'll have to rest for awhile to restore the rest."

Rider was shocked to hear this, though only slightly. Such a powerful secret... that would be useful if she were controllable. She'd be a great asset...

But what if Miho angers her the same way? Or what if he, Rider, does? He decided at that moment that he'd have to convince his master somehow to let her go, to try at this war on their own...

Miho was not entirely sure how to react to that. Demons? Really? it seemed like a joke.. they they were just messing with her.. but she didn't really peg Raito-san as being one to joke, especially not when it comes to his family. Miho's expression went from shock to fear to just dumbfounded as she went from looking at Raito to the floor. "So.. let me get this straight.. your family has demon blood in it.. enough so that losing control of your emotions could cause you to snap and kill indiscriminately? You and Fujiko-san, at least, yes?" She didn't mean to sound rude about it.. but that's how it had seemed to her, wonderful.

"You'd think my parents would tell me about something like that before I said you'd be the best family to hire.." She looked up at the woman, Fujiko's mother, as she entered, then looked back at Raito-san. "But I suppose it's a bit late for that and.. I still don't really regret it. It's.. just a lot to digest." Miho was frowning now, and she stood, her legs a little shaky. her exhaustion was catching up to her again.

She was relieved to hear that Fujiko was alright, even if the circumstances were odd and a little frightening now. She was tempted to go home but.. she wanted to see Fujiko first. Just to make sure she really was alright. "Uhm.. I think.. I'm going to go see Fujiko.. if that's alright." Not waiting for an answer, she went past the two parents and half-ran up the stairs. Pausing in front of the door, she knocked lightly then went in, closing the door behind her. ".. Fujiko?"

Rider decided to float through the walls, unseen by anyone but Miho but at the moment she wasn't paying attention. Then he decided to check on Caster, as he realised that she was suffering alone.

He was a little angry with her before, sure, but now things had calmed down he felt bad for her seeing as she had just been beset upon by a demon.

He floated through her door and then went physical. He waited to see if she noticed him.

"Ojou-sama?" Fujiko sat up in her bed, now feeling a tad better after her mother's treatment. She was confused as to why Miho was here. She was sure that her ojou-sama would leave and never want to see her again after to finding out she was... simply put... a monster. "I thought you would have returned home by now."

Caster was still very much awake. She couldn't really sleep after what happened and, like she said before, she didn't sleep much anyway. She felt Rider's presence as he passed through the walls, opening and eye and fixing her gaze on him when he appeared by her door. "Rider. Her voice sounded hoarse. Slowly, she sat up, not caring much about the fact she was in just her underwear. That sort of thing didn't seem to bother her anymore.

"What do you want..? I'm not in the mood to be.. messed with."

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"I was worried," she said quickly. A bit too quickly. A blush appeared on her cheeks and she cleared her throat. "I mean, you released a lot of prana back there,I wanted to make sure you didn't hurt yourself like an idiot. I wasn't about to leave before I made sure you hadn't crippled yourself." She went over to Fujiko and sat on the side of the bed.

"Your father told be everything, but I guess you know that. I have to admit, it makes me a little uneasy." She looked at Fujiko closely. As hard as she tried, she couldn't see her becoming a monster or a killer.. at least toward anyone except Caster. Caster was asking for it. "Still, that doesn't mean I'm going to run off screaming."

Rider looked her over a little, but realised she might take that the wrong way and so he said, "I wanted to be sure you're ok," He said simply.

It was a moment before he added, "A man must always be sure a lady's alright,"

"I am fine Ojou-sama, your safety is much more important than mine," Fujiko said, keeping her emotions as closed off as before. Though, it was a relief to hear that Miho was not as freaked out by the news as she had thought she'd be. Though her tone and face was completely neutral, her hands gripped the blanket tightly as she said what she did next, "I should have told you... I'll understand if you want to keep your distance from me for now on... "

Caster looked.. extremely skeptical. Make sure she was okay? Really now. She somehow doubted that, but she appreciated it anyway, even if it was another one of his jokes.She smirked slightly, laying back down and nuzzling her head into the pillow.

"Thank you, I suppose, Rider. I don't know which to be more shocked about... the idea of you checking up on me or the fact that you think I'm a 'lady'."

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"Bad." She gave the servant girl a light flick on the end of her nose, half as a playful punishment and half to show that was truly wasn't afraid of the 'wrath of demon Fujiko'. She was still blushing, and wouldn't meet Fujiko's eyes, even as she messed around a bit. "If I'm not allowed to act depressed and undervalue my life, then neither are you. It's simply not fair." She stood, glancing away from Fujiko and sighing. "besides, it's my parent's fault for not telling me. They like to keep me in the dark about everything. Regardless, I'm not particularly scared of you, and I don't think you'd lose control of yourself and kill me so.. there's no reason to do that."

"hmm, nothing normal for sure, better hold on to it and study bit. So, shall we head home for now?" Akihiko asked with smile from Archer. He started to feel bit tired out by the walk in the blsck night.

"You shouldn't be so shocked," Rider said, stepping up to her bed, "You are a lady, even if you're a little rough,"

He actually was surprising himself at this point. He reminded himself that he was going to try to seperate their masters, so there was no need to make friends with her.... still, he was worried. So he mentally shook the thought away.

Fujiko's nose twitched at being flicked and she sniffed a bit. As she heard the rest of what Miho had to say, she lowered her head. "I... I...." She could feel the wetness on her cheeks again as tears dropped down on her blanket, "Thank you Ojou-sama, that really means alot to me..."

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"Okay, Master," Archer said as she changed back to spirit form, "Lead the way!"

"A lady by gender only, but thanks anyway." Tsking, she sat back up again, keeping the sheets of the bed draped over her shoulders and wrapped around herself, as starting to feel better made her slightly more aware of her lack of clothing.

"Then, I suppose I'm just surprised you're actually being nice to me. It's not like I've given you a reason to do anything but try and destroy me."

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Miho turned back to look at Fujiko when she heard her sniffle, letting out a sigh when she saw the tears fall. "Really, whenever I talk to you, you either act indifferent or cry," she said, chuckling a bit and shaking her head. She sat back down on the side of the bed, using the bottom of her borrowed nightshirt to dab at Fujiko's eyes.

"Idiot, if you keep crying you'll make yourself feel worse."

"Ah," Rider actually had no answer to that, so he was quiet for a moment. Finally he said, "I suppose it's because we're both servants, then? Our masters are supposed to be allies, so we should be too," It made sense to him at least.

Caster merely shrugged. "I suppose that makes sense, but you saw what my Master did today. Something is off with that girl. I'm not sure what as I am a tad out of the loop, but there is. Such a partnership isn't stable, and cannot last."

"You shouldn't waste your time with such trivialities, especially since my existence as an individual is basically null when around my Master from now on."

"I'm sorry, Ojou-sama, I don't know what's wrong..." She said softly, allowing the other girl to wipe away her tears, "I try to be distant, keep my emotions in control... but it gets harder when you're around..."

Akihiko turned on the street corner and started heading toward home. Walking for a while he reached the yard. He opened the door and stepped inside taking his shoes off. " I think i better clean up the dishes....." He said to Archer as soon as she appeared.

"If you didn't try to hide them so much.. maybe you wouldn't react so.. explosively.. when you do?" She suggested, trying not to feel so self-satisfied that she was one of the few that had an effect of the emotionally repressed girl. Smiling, she tried to resist the sudden, strong urge to hug her, and failed miserably. She wrapped her arms around the older girl's neck.

And then, she went limp, forehead resting against the other girl's shoulder, arms dangling and brushing across her back.

"Ah, so master has connections. Yes, that seems to be a good plan. I'm ready when you are, master." she said as she leaned her back on the wall and waited. "I suggest that we also find a temporary weapon for me to use. Being unarmed poses its own risks." Saber looked at her master with a serious face and began to talk again. "Currently, we're sitting on the disadvantaged side." when she remembered that her master told her to change, she looked at him with now a more confused look. "Change...? Into what? .... I got it." she said as she followed her master. "I used to dress as a boy to conceal myself and protect myself from harassment. Now if master does not mind me wearing some of his extra clothes."
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She looked at Lancer back and nodded. "We need to start preparing for the war... Do you have any thoughts on what would be necessary? I would definitely appreciate it if you think of what we are currently lacking."

Misaki blinked and tilted his head to the side. "Oh sure, you can borrow my clothes..."

His room was on the second floor and it was renovated to a more modern style that was unlike the rest of the mansion. He dug through his closet and pulled out some jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket that looked like it would fit Saber nicely. They were both pretty lithe and Saber was kind of boyish anyway.

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Lancer sipped his tea again. "I think the only thing we're lacking is information," he said lightly. "As of yet we know nothing of the competition. I can do some reconnaissance if you wish me to. Maybe even provoke another Master and Servant to see how strong they are."

Fujiko stiffened at her ojou-sama's sudden hug. Then sighed as she felt her master go limp. So she was this tired, well Fujiko herself was kinda tired herself. It had been a long night, almost too long. She unconsiously stroked Miho's hair. It was strange, so many emotions she never thought she was capable of feeling came up when around this girl. The dark haired girl pulled back the blanket of her bed. She carefully adjusted herself and Miho so that they were now both laying in the bed, Miho's arms still slightly around her. Her own tiredness hit her hard then as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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"Okay you do that, Master!" Archer said as she moved over to the couch and turned on the TV, "I'll watch this magic light box thingie in the meanwhile!"

The last thing Miho remembered before completely passing out was the feeling of arms around her, and a lot of warmth. Miho had shifted slightly so her head was tucked under Fujiko's chin, clinging to her tightly.

Slowly, Miho could feel consciousness seep into her as she struggled to open her eyes. Even when she managed to get them open, it was still dark. Weird. Wasn't it morning? Then again.. she didn't normally feel so constricted when she woke up, either. Squirming, she realized something that felt awfully like arms was around her. Pulling back a bit, she nearly squealed upon seeing her predicament. She was currently cuddled up to Fujiko, her face previously buried in her chest. "Awah.. awaawa.. awa.." She proceeded to stammer out some nonsense noises, her face turning bright red. How did she get herself into this situation?!

Keeping still, she waited, debating between trying to flee or pretending to sleep.

Akihiko layed on the bed dark areas unders his eyes with gloomy expression on his face. " In the end.....i still couldn't sleep....even with nightwalk....got to....get up...." He said exhausted pushing himself up on the bed on the sitting position.

He stood up and started to change off his pyjamas.