Fate/eternal cross

Samuel Kennedy & Senator Armstrong

“Would have? We can still do that now, Senator, with the power of the Holy Grail, anything can be made possible!” the realization that his dream would come to fruition if he only won this war of Heroic Spirits.

Perhaps it was naivety or his pride, but he felt that nothing could stop him. He was on the path to victory. The only thing standing between him and the world was this single battle. Samuel smiled again as he looked down over the foreign city of Fuyuki from the view of the hotel balcony.

“This is our first step into the world! After the Holy Grail War, our nation... no, not a nation, the entire WORLD will be free to do as they choose.” Samuel looked to his Servant with a grin. “What do you think?”

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Shuya

"The teams are already fighting? Now I regret not going with Mai when I should have." Shuya sighed. "Quiet? I don't know if you can call getting into a fight quiet... though considering what could have happened, yeah, I can see why you would say that." he looked at his Servant Assassin with a frown. Really, why was she so stoic when she spoke? 

Oh well, that wasn't any of his business. "Hey, Assassin, are you.. um... hungry?"

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Emiya Residence

While Ilya spied on the haphazard meeting of childhood friends, Touma had taken it upon himself to get up off his ass to walk around. Oh hey, there was Ilya. "Morning, Ilya." Touma said that with a smile as he looked around to see what she was looking at. "Why are you..." he took another look at Ilya then to Shirou. Back to Ilya then Shirou. "...hiding?" his brow furrowed. Touma couldn't grasp the situation no matter how hard he thought about it. 

"Ohhhh... Sakura?" Rin had woken up after having some hot, broiled tea. The way she spoke was different from the refined girl that attended Homuhara Private Academy. The imagine of the perfect senior was a far cry from what the real Rin Tohsaka was like. "What are you doing here?" that's right. Rin wasn't aware of the arrangements between Sakura and Shirou. Unknown to her, Sakura was a regular here at the Emiya Residence. Someone that helped with the chores, breakfast, etc. It was like she was a maid of somekind. 

...

Then out of nowhere the Unwelcomed had appeared. Rin looked to Ingrid with a sour look on her face. Instead of pursuing a fight, she sipped her hot tea. Afterward she took a seat at the Japanese-style table in preparation for Shirou's breakfast.

Tohka was now confused. Wholly, very confused. She looked around like a cat trying to keep track of a laser-pointer. 

Uhhhh... what would Shido do at a time like this? Think, Tohka, think...!

Saber put both of her fingers in her mouth.

Then she violently whistled.

Luvia sighed, "Good, glad you both understand." Why did she get someone so uncivilized and violent and as her servant? He even refused to wear the butler outfit she got him! 

Hmph.

She turned her attention back to Shirou and the new girl, completely ignoring Ingrid as that seemed like the wisest course of action. 

"Senpai, who are all these...?" Sakura began to inquire only to stop when she heard an all too familiar voice say her name, "Tohsaka-senpai..." Her voice was barely above a whisper and her expression made it hard to tell what she was thinking. 

"I always come here in the morning," Sakura went on to explain. Her eyes narrowing slightly, showing the vaguest hint of suspicion and just maybe a little agitation as well, "May I ask why you're here Tohsaka-senpai?"

Ingrid, meanwhile, looked back and forth between Shirou, Rin, and Sakura. With a disatisfied grunt, she flopped down at the table, across from Rin, "Not to interrupt this soap opera from hell, but are you guys seriously not gonna tell me who this chick is? No introductions and all that jazz? Tch, no manners at all," Ingrid then proceeded to show how refined she was by picking her nose at the table. She then inspected her finger before flicking it in Rin's general direction.

"Oh, Cuz," She then said, trying to get Shirou's attention, "Thanks for letting me and my bandmates crash here for the night. Though if I knew Toesucker would find me and tag-along, I would have just slept out on the street."

A lie. An easy lie. Something Ingrid could do quite naturally. Though, it wasn't exactly the most believable lie. Really, nothing would be that believable for this situation in the first place. At least, if the others played their parts right, maybe, just maybe they could get this girl to buy it.

Suddenly a loud whistle pierced Shirou's ears, "Oi Saber, what is that about?" He rubbed his ear. Things are getting really crazy. Now Sakura's asking questions, which was only a certainty from the start. Then Ingrid spoke to him, and he responded simply with, "Bandmates....?" 

Bazett picked up on it however, and got up and walked towards Shirou, "Yeah, thanks," She gave him a 'light' punch on the shoulder, "This is a good stop for us," and then walked out of the room. She didn't like it, it was such a dumb and easily seen through lie. But now they wouldn't be able to come up with a different option or else it'd just be even less likely to be believed. That girl could have just left things to someone who could come up with something believable... geez.

Ilya quickly turned around, "Oh Berserker! Um, no reason, really," she then walked into the kitchen and sat herself down, helping herself to a cup of tea. Dangit, why did Berserker have to notice that? Well he was kind of dense, just like Shirou, so maybe nobody would realize she was acting odd this morning.

Emiya Residence

The entire fiasco continued in the middle of breakfast. The three people that fell victim to it were Touma, Rin and Tohka. 

The first took it in stride as he sat down in the corner of the room away from the table as his Master went to get some tea. The more newcomers that entered the room, the harder it was for Touma to think of a way to weasel out of the situation. Then out of nowhere Ingrid smoothed it over with such a simple lie. "Phew." he looked over to Ilya. In his mind he started thinking as to why she was spying on Shirou from a place he couldn't see.

Maybe it had to do with ...

That L word.

What was it?

L... L...L...o...v...

OH WHATEVER.

It didn't matter.

What really mattered was how Rin was about to take the situation. The girl who had just gotten up was already in a foul mood. It didn't help that her long time rival Luvia and her short-time headache Ingrid were both in the same place at the same time. "Oh my house is getting renovated. I asked Emiya-kun if I could stay here and he was happy to have me." she took another drink of her tea. That lie was at least more belivable than the BAND MATE lie that Ingrid had told. Really, how stupid was she?

What did Tohka do? She whistled. Why did she whistle? "I wanted to um.. calm everyone down. I wanted to calm everyone down because... umm..." why did she want to do that? It didn't escape her. She asked herself what Shido would do and she did it. But... really... was that what he would do?

"Uh." before she started to look sad in front of Shirou she had to change to something that would lighten the mood.

"Oh, Shirou, is it time for breakfast?" Tohka put on a smile as she looked up to her genius chef of a Master.

Sakura didn't believe any of these obvious lies for one second. She knew exactly what was really going on. However, she couldn't exactly call Shirou out on this. Especially since she had her own secrets to keep. No, she'll just go along with it.

"I-I see..." Sakura clasped her hands to her chest, uncertain of what to do or say next. There were far too many people in the room, all of them either servants or masters. It was a little daunting.

Ingrid's loud, obnoxious voice almost startled the younger girl, "Yeah, Cuz, where's the grub? I'm starvin'!" She had said after Tohka's inquiry for breakfast. 

"Ah, Senpai," Sakura then spoke up to get Shirou's attention, "I can help you with breakfast." 

After all, there was far too many people for Shirou to cook for alone. 

(I think we can time skip around here or something)

Shirou had been unable to respond much to what everyone else was saying. He didn't really get it but it looked like they had lied to try and convince Sakura of what was going on. And... she seemed to believe it? Thank goodness.

"A-ah, yeah, I'll make breakfast. You don't have to help though, Sakura," Shirou said, though he knew she'd insist, and he wouldn't try to stop her any further. He just wanted to make sure she knew she didn't have to, with so many people.

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After a few more antics, general agreement that Shirou's and Sakura's cooking was excellent, and Shirou sighing at the sight of a completely empty kitchen, those among them that were students went to school.

The school day had passed without event, and Shirou was very ignorant of how grateful he should be for that. In fact, as he walked out of school alone, he was more concerned with what he should get from the shopping district for dinner that night. 

Issei wasn't too far from him, but wasn't greeting him. He was too preoccupied with not wanting to go home to that annoying woman. But alas, go home he must. Stay strong Issei, you are a man.

Though if he was being honest, it wasn't even just her that bothered him so much. There were a lot of unwanted visitors at the shrine. There would definitely need to be something done about this, but he had no idea what. The ever nagging thoughts continued to pile up until a vein was almost visible on his forehead.

(I imagine Tohasaka's nearby as well, and Tohka and Kurou will probably be nearby. Idk who all everyone wants around but those are just the ones I can think of at this moment)

Unlucky for Issei, that woman he was so wanting to avoid was already waiting for him at the gate. She had obliged his command of having her not go to school with him, but he had said nothing about after school. Well, not that she was worried about him or anything. She could honestly care less what happened to him. She just wanted to take this chance to cause the poor young man some insane amount of discomfort. 

Wearing what she deemed to be a perfectly cute sundress, she waved over to the boy, putting on that deceptively fake smile, "Issei-kun~" Her sing songy voice was sickeningly sweet as she walked over to the boy and immediately clung to his arm, "What took you so long? You didn't forget our date, did you~?"

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Kurou was indeed near her Master in spirit form. She suddenly got this feeling. She knew. A servant was nearby. But was it someone from the other team or was she merely sensing Tohka? No, she was sure it was more than one servant. She looked around and her eyes zero'd in on the girl clinging to Issei. 

"That girl..." She sent the message to Rin, warning her, "She's a servant."

What was that girl thinking showing herself? Was it stupidity or... The girl turned her head and seemed to smile in Kurou's general direction. That smile unnerved her for some reason. She knew they were there. She knew yet still showed herself. 

So that's it, they were at the school. Of course they'd be unable to attack. She might even be expecting them to wait until the school emptied or they followed Issei and her. Despite her attitude, Kurou was smart. She knew a potential trap when she saw one. It would be wiser to ignore her. For now at least.

 Day 2 - After School

Tohka stood beside Shirou while not in spirit form. Instead she used the ability of her Astral Dress to wear the same exact uniform that the female students of Homuhara Academy wore. This was an ability allowed by her Noble Phantasm. Her presence as a Servant completely vanishes due to its innate ability to 'blend in with the environment'. Though if Tohka blows her cover that plan is out of the water. "Hey, Shirou - um." she started to think about what they could do after school besides running home. "How about... we go on a date too?" she placed her hand in Shirou's own.

Rin immediately noticed that Tohka was holding hands with Shirou. She sighed. As long as Shirou was with Saber then he would probably be fine. Her Servant, Kuro, sent her a message regarding the presence of the girl known as Shiho. 

A Servant...? Here at school? I didn't think there were any capable of Magus besides-

Her train of thought had been cut short. She looked at Shirou's friend Issei. 

Wait, him? Well, Emiya-kun is a Master so it isn't that hard to believe someone like him was unfortunate enough to summon a Servant. Since all of the 'Red Team' is gathered that means he's an enemy.

"Hey, Emiya-kun." instead of being subtle she tried to grab at Shirou's OTHER free hand.

Issei immediately blushed and tried to shake free of Shiho, "Hey, what are you doing in a place like this?" He was trying to keep his voice quiet but he wasn't doing so great, "What do you mean by date? I promised no such thing," he didn't take any notice of Shirou or the girl near him, only able to notice Shiho right now.

Shirou also seemed to be having a lucky day with women, as Tohka grabbed his hand. He of course reacted the way any man would: He blushed and tried to get her to let go, "Oi, what do you-" before he could finish this manly reaction however, Tohsaka had walked up and grabbed his other hand.

Wait, what was happening here, he thought. He blushed even harder when he realized this was happening in front of the school, "I-i-i- I have to go shopping!" He declared, trying to at least dissuade the thought of dating from Tohka, and whatever Rin might be thinking, "Uh, for f-food, you know..." he said more quietly, remembering to be quiet.

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Alibaba was waiting a distance away from the school, making himself available to defend Sakura. He had only just gotten here, having spent the day exploring the town on his own. He had gotten bored, especially since he can't interact with regular people or reveal himself in fear of being exposed. And so he had at least wandered about a bit. A little bit before it was time for school to end however he had gone to wait outside it, realizing there's a chance of a sneak attack or something. He'd consider things ok if she just walked out of school safely though, and probably leave her alone so as not to bother her too much.

"How could you forget Issei-kun?" Shiho faked a hurtful expression as she batted those deceptive doe eyes at the older boy, "After all those things you did to me the other night..."

She made sure her voice was loud enough to be heard. Oh how her Master's reputation would crumble. That would teach him to treat her so coldly. 

Kuro would have crossed her arms if she could and grumbled. No fair, they got to hang on Onii-chan and she couldn't. She'd just have to fix that later then. Her and Onii-chan were sure to get some alone time. Eventually.

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Sakura had already left ahead of Shirou and Rin, so she had luckily missed the events that had transpired between her crush and two other girls. She was just a little ways from the school when she had felt. Or at least, had a gut feeling he was there. She smiled tenderly, "You didn't have to wait for me, Saber."

Now Tohsaka realized what she was doing in public. She was holding Shirou's hand while other students could pass by at any moment. What could she do to disguise this fact? What could she do to protect her image? Let go. That was it. Instead of smashing Shirou in the face the Homuhara idol let go of his hand. "Emiya-kun, we'll talk on the way to the grocery store. 

Rin leaned forward to Tohka. "Saber," she whispered low. "You can date Shirou later. I'll make sure of it." she winked to Tohka to assure her.

"You will? Thank you!" Tohka was still naive when it came to dealing with this kind of thing. 

Thoughts of the blue haired boy plagued her but she wanted to wade through them. This wasn't her life anymore. She wasn't Shido's anymore... or.. was she? 

"Shido..." she muttered his name one last time as she looked forward instead of to her allies Rin or Shirou.

"Don't mention it." her eyes went to Shirou's own. Maybe this was a bit of sadism but she just wanted to see Shirou's face. "What are you waiting for, Emiya-kun, let's go." she walked ahead of her two allies to try and get them to hurry up.

"Ah, Miss, you can't really blame him. He lives in a temple full of males. It's not his fault." Rin said that casually as she passed by Issei and Shiho on the way down the road. It was really too good to pass up so why would she?

Multiple veins began to show themselves on Issei's forehead, "Why... you..." he might have actually been affected by her devil-eyes if she hadn't followed up with something so ... lecherous! And he was still in front of so many people, he couldn't just yell at her or anything and make the scene even worse. By now surely there were people staring at their class president with a girl on his arm saying such lude things. He decided the best thing to do right now is- and then Rin had to butt in.

"It's like you devil women all work together...!" Issei said quietly, "Come on, we have to go," He quickly made to leave with Shiho in tow, trying to save what little face he had left in this situation. What were the chances he'd get away with this? Would people start talking? What if word got to the teachers? The rumors were probably spreading already so for now he just had to get out of here and try to deny it tomorrow if he can.

Shirou was grateful for Rin letting go, but now she was answering for him. Shirou gave her a look of shock mixed with embarrassment, which was most likely exactly what Rin wanted to see. He quickly averted his eyes before she turned around, and reluctantly started following her.

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Alibaba smiled, his cover blown, "Hehe, of course I did. I worry too much you know?" he revealed himself, so that they could talk face to face, as he really wasn't a fan of the spirit discussion thing. He figured they were alright though, they were alone for now and it only takes a second to hide himself from regular people. He was smiling back at Sakura,

Shiho smiled devilishly as she was pulled along by her high strung master. She was quite pleased with the outcome, "No need to get so huffy, Issei-kun. I wasn't being completely dishonest."

Continuing to cling to his arm, even as they got a good distance from the school, she decided now was the time to bring up what she had noticed, "Though, it was a good thing I arrived when I did," Her teasing tone suddenly turned serious, "I sensed a servant nearby. I'm certain it was somewhere near those girls and that boy."

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Sakura continued to smile pleasantly at the boy. He radiated a warmness that reminded her so much of Shirou. It was for that very reason that she refused to let him find out the truth about her and her family, "It's fine, Saber. I understand." She then hummed to herself, looking over his attire, "Maybe we should get you something more natural to wear... u-unless you're fine staying in out of sight."

After making her snide comment at the young monk, the boy hurried along his own way. With no fun to be had, Rin turned her sights from Issei to Shirou. "Come on, faster!" she turned away to start down the hill toward town.

Tohka walked along with Shirou. She occasionally glanced at his face as they walked. "Shirou..." her face was sullen. "Do you think we'll run into that girl again?" of course she was talking about the Lancer of Black. 

Silence.

"But... if we do run into them, let's talk. We won't have to fight each other. I know this sounds strange but... can we talk with them, Shirou?" the Servant Saber looked straight at her Master with pleading eyes.

"Grrr," Issei was practically growling, and you could swear blood would just start spraying from his forehead if he so much as strained himself a tiny bit more, but then she mentioned other servants and his expression changed a bit. He wasn't exactly over all this teasing yet, and thoughts of 'that night' still passed through his mind, but despite it all he was calmer, "Which girls do you mean? You don't mean that witch Tohsaka do you?" suddenly his way of addressing her seemed more appropriate, if that was true, "And the boy... you mean Shirou?" This much, however, he doubted.

"I have known the both of them for a long time. I can't imagine either of them would be a part of this war," he decided to mention his doubt, though it wasn't actually meant to doubt Shiho herself. He just didn't want to believe that one of his friends might suddenly be a mortal enemy. If such a thing were to happen, he would be quick to quit this war as soon as he could.

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Shirou wasn't sure how to respond to Tohka. He knew he couldn't let this silence continue, especially since Tohsaka was a little ways ahead of them and would surely ask what their problem was or something. Well, he knew at least a few things here.

"Honestly, I think it'd be great if nobody had to die. Don't you think so?" it at least seemed that Saber thought the same, "So... yeah, lets try talking to them again. Maybe things can go better next time," they had seemed ready to talk before as well... at least, after a bit of fighting first. So would this work out for him after all? He hoped so.

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"Oh, uh, yeah!" Alibaba was surprised to be offered proper clothing. That would help him a lot actually, "No that's a good idea. I'm not too sure about the way people dress in this world, but if I can fit in better that'd be great," you could tell he was happy about his master offering him some freedom. At least that was how he saw it, since he wouldn't have to be invisible all the time now.

Minor Time Skippu to move things along

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Ingrid sat on the floor, in front of Shirou's TV. Her legs were crossed in a sort of indian style that did very little to cover her panties, what with the mini skirt she was wearing. Not that the blonde really cared, things like modesty eluded the abrasive girl.

She held up the remote, randomly flipping through channels while she picked at her teeth with her free hand. The others hadn't got back so she was enjoying her freedom. Though, the girl always enjoyed her freedom even when everyone was here. 

Well, she wasn't actually completely alone. She was sure Bazett, Illya, and their servants were around here somewhere along with her own servant. Whatever, as long as they didn't bother taking the TV from her.

Deadpool, meanwhile, was bored out of his mind.

"God, being inside all day is boooooriiiiing," he said.

Quit whining. said the voice occupying Deadpool's head. 

"Aren't you normally in a yellow box?" said Deadpool.

Different medium, different representation.

"Oh well, want to think things about Ingrid behind her back?" said Deadpool.

She's like you in female form.

"I already met me in female form," said Deadpool.

OH yeah. If I recall, correctly, you also slept with you in female form!

"What can I say? I'm a sexy beast,"

This post isn't contributing to the RP at all, is it?

"Nope! But Generic has to post something..."

And so, Deadpool continued talking to himself. He didn't really care whether anyone overheard him; nor did he care about whether or not he was disrupting Ingrid's TV-watching time.

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Meanwhile, Ryoma was considering he possibility that he'd been summoned to the wrong team. It seemed like the majority of the team was caught up in a love triangle dodecahedron with the team cook. Outside of that were a pair of loose cannons, a child who didn't look like he could be over the age of 12; and Bazett.

To his further annoyance, his current master kept trying to get him to wear that butler outfit. And didn't seem willing to accept his compromise of simply tearing the sleeves off.

On the Way to the Emiya Residence

The sun began to set on the second day of the Holy Grail War. So far there have been no casualties but, of course, it's only a matter of time before blood is shed and the real war begins. 

On the way to the grocery store, Rin talked to the situation regarding Issei and that strange girl that hung around him. 

"Emiya-kun." she said in a low tone, "That girl was a Servant." she said it flat out as a matter of course. Inwardly Rin knew that this would probably cause Shirou himself to tense up. Would make him stop participating in the war but in the end it had to be said. It was much better than Shirou facing Issei down in the middle of the night and come to the realization on his own.

Now what would that feel like?

I wonder, the Magus thought as she walked on toward the Red Base (AKA The Emiya Residence).

As the two Masters walked, the Servant Saber chowed down on a thick piece of spicy meat. Where had she gotten it? Shirou. Was it tasty? Definitely. Tohka's thoughts were the opposite of Rin's own. While she thought about making peace with the Lancer of the rival team, Rin thought about different ways to win the war. She did her best to plan ahead, to plan around situations that could happen tonight.

"Mmmmm~" Tohka chewed away at the last of the chicken breast. 

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Fuyuki Bridge

While Rin, Shirou, Kuro and Tohka went on their marry way back to the Emiya Residence, Touma had walked on out of the house to get some fresh air. Was his Master with him? Maybe, maybe not.

That wasn't on Touma's mind right now. What he really was thinking about was the past. Situations that he's gotten himself into... and they were nothing like this. A battle to the death for the sake of a mystical wish granting devise? It's not the intensity of the fight that gets to him, he was part of World War III for heaven's sake but this is different. This is slaughtering for an unknown cause.

This seems like something that-

"I keep getting mixed up in this stuff..." Touma muttered while looking at the setting sun.

Shirou was having trouble fighting his own emotions. Issei was a master? He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to fight his best friend. This wasn't something he could just ignore. What was he going to do now? He had to make a decision.

Well, as a matter of course he would never fight Issei. He was sure Saber wouldn't want to either. In fact, Saber's plans of persuading the enemy to not fight were... surely easier with Issei on their side right? He would have to talk to him tomorrow at school, or otherwise as soon as possible. He managed to calm himself down, realizing that there would likely be nothing that goes wrong. Issei was probably like him, and not really interested in the Holy Grail in the first place.

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Alibaba took a look at his new clothes, looking kind of bothered, "They're so restricting, and kind of tight... the fashion is kind of weird too but I like it. Feels kind of manly, you know?" He looked at Sakura, asking her opinion. While they may have been uncomfortable to him, he decided that if Sakura thought they looked good on him then so did he.

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Illya had been playing at the park that day, swinging on the swings and such. She had hoped that she'd come across Shirou at the stores but she'd lost track of time and missed him. In the end she had actually gotten home before him.

She was kind of bored waiting on Shirou to come back, and wandered into the room where Ingrid was watching Television. She didn't really think very highly of Ingrid, or her odd servant (who was currently talking to himself rather loudly), but she sat down not too far from her and started watching the tv with her, not saying anything.

Bazett was in Shirou's dojo, sparring with her Servant, Son Goku. She didn't really think that she could match him, but she had simply suggested it because she hasn't seen him actually fight yet and this might help her get a better understanding of what he can do. He seemed pretty eager to get to do something interesting for a change.

Sakura covered her mouth and laughed lightly at her servant. His awkwardness in his current attire was a little endearing. She then nodded her head, "I think it suits you very well, Saber."

And it did. She had to admit it made him look quite handsome. Glancing up at the sky as she walked beside him, she frowned slightly. It was getting close to nightfall, she'd have to return home soon. Trying to hide the hint of anxiety and sadness, she smiled over to Saber, "Is there anything you'd like to do before we go home?"

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Ingrid chugged a can of soda, ignoring her servants babbling. She was used to it by now. She barely even seem to register Illya coming to sit next to her, instead opting to belch. She had finally stopped her channel surfing to watch this anime with rather mature humor. If Ingrid was a responsible adult, it have crossed her mind that this was rather inappropriate for Illya to watch. Good thing Ingrid wasn't responsible in the slightest.

"Want some, kiddo?" She asked Illya, passing over a bowl of chips, not taking her eyes off the TV. Another sign of irresponsibility, feeding Illya junk food before having a proper dinner. 

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Luvia sighed, "I simply do not get why you refuse to wear this butler suit. If you are my servant, then you must look presentable."

"We're home!" the rag-tag group of friends (And accompanying Servants) finally arrived home from the grocery store. The one who announced their return was Saber who took the charge home. She took off her shoes then down the hall into the living room. What did she see when she got there? Well, Ingrid, Deadpool and Ilya watching TV. "What are you watching?" she asked out of curiosity. Then she plopped her bum down on the ground next to Ingrid so she could watch. Her hand floated toward the bowl of chips. She grabbed a large sum then tossed it into her mouth.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

"Mmmmm." she savored the salty taste!

As Tohka went about her business in the front room, Rin got done taking her shoes off. 

Everyone is so lax.

She sighed, shook her head then took her walk down the hall with some groceries hanging off her wrists. Once she got to the kitchen she set them down on the counter. Her brow furrowed as she watched Ingrid just sit there and chatter away as if nothing in the world concerned her. 

Don't say anything. Don't do anything. It'll cause trouble. 

Rin tensed her muscles up. Took in a deep breath. Slowly she released herself from the tense grip while releasing her breath. "Okay." she said that to herself while she clapped her hands together. "Time to prepare dinner." she said that to no one in-particular.

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Touma continued to stare off into the distance on the bridge. He shook his head before looking down at the other end of the bridge.

...

There... a man stood wearing red, white and blue.

Alibaba blushed a little at being laughed at, but took the compliment pretty seriously. With her looking him over, he couldn't help but look her over a bit when she looked away, causing himself to look back away embarrassingly. To her question, he took a moment to think, and then shrugged, "I can't really think of anything in particular. There's so many new and amazing things in this world that I can't really decide what sort of thing I want to do," He looked at her, "Anything you might want to show me?" He had a big innocent grin, showing a false sense of carefree.

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"Sure," Ilya took a couple chips and munched on them before Tohka showed up. She watched Tohka wander in, sit down, and gobble up some chips with an expressionless face before grabbing another chip and looking back to the TV. Ilya didn't seem bothered by the mature content in the anime, instead she found herself almost entirely enraptured in it, and she had the odd passing thought 'at least this isn't a magical girl anime'.

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Shirou walked into his own home and stretched, before removing his own shoes and being the last one to walk in. Somehow, it almost didn't feel like his own home any more. Taking the large amount of groceries he was carrying into the Kitchen, he began preparations for dinner right away, seeing as that was all Tohka talked about most of the way home.

Deadpool began to watch the anime; becoming almost as transfixed with it as Ilya was.
 
He couldn't remember the title. Something like "Maid Molestation Academy". Right from the title it had already caught his interest.
 
At the moment, a pair of maids were currently fighting eachother over... something. He couldn't really make any sense of the plot; but he suspected the plot of this was nothing to write home about.
 
Anyway, throughout the fight; the two maids seemed to alternate between hitting eachother; and putting eachother into increasingly ridiculous submission holds. Their maid outfits were almost completely destroyed by this point; leaving them almost naked.
 
"Man, Japanese clothes fall apart more easily than American super-heroine outfits," he said.
 
After a few minutes of "fighting"; one maid eventually seemed to get the upper hand over the other one. At this point, the victorious maid reached up what was left of the other maid's skirt and...
 
 
"Well, it lives up to it's title; can't say that about a lot of anime,"

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It was at this point that Goku walked into the room; having just finished sparring with Bazett. However, he tilted his head as he saw the strange images on the TV.

It seemed to be a show about two maids wrestling; and one of them was doing rather strange things to the other one.

"Bazett, what are those maids doing? Is that a new martial arts technique?"

Sakura looked back at the boy and could feel her own mouth up turning into a shy smile. Saber had such an infectious grin, "How about we go somewhere to eat?" She suggested at first, but then something occured to her, "Oh, but do servants get hungry? I'm sorry... I should have thought of that sooner."

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Ingrid didn't even bother to say anything to Tohka taking some of her chips without permission. The anime was currently getting to the really good part. The blonde leaned forward, staring at the screen intently as the scene got raunchier and raunchier. There was a stupid grin on her face as she obviously was enjoying these turn of events. She didn't even look away to insult Tohsaka. 

Kuro, at that moment, had finally materialized. There finally being no need to hide her appearance. She took one glance at the TV and got the most obnoxiously sly grin on her face as she leaned forward onto the couch. Her head appearing near Illya's, "I didn't know you were interested in those kinds of things, Illya~ I guess more Onii-chan for me~ Though, if you really want to learn about that. I wouldn't use this, their technique is faaar too sloppy."

Now that he thought of it, he didn't really need to eat at all did he? But, that didn't mean he couldn't, and he certainly enjoys food, "Actually I am feeling a little hungry. Know any good food places?" He asked, quickly dispelling her worries.

Alibaba's words did in fact relieve her of her worries, as her smile returned, "I think there's a place nearby we can go to," Sakura replied thoughtfully, walking shoulder to shoulder with Alibaba, " But I haven't been inside before, it can be a new experience for us both."

Just as the girl had said, the restaurant was only a block away and they made it there in no time at all. It was a small place, nothing fancy. A perfect 'hangout' place for teens. A good thing too, as Sakura was conscious of the fact she was still in her uniform. It would seem less odd in a place like this than somewhere else.

"Ooh, this place looks nice," Alibaba commented, "I wonder what kind of food they'll have..." walking alongside her, they entered and he looked around, "Alright, so where should we sit?" He looked carefully and saw a seat near a window that hadn't been taken, and had two chairs, "Oh there we go, lets sit over there," he pointed it out and started towards it.

Emiya Residence

Rin washed her hands in the sink just in time for Shirou to enter the kitchen. "Emiya-kun?" right, was it Shirou's turn to prepare dinner? Did they even set up a schedule for this kind of thing? Well whatever. "Oh, Emiya-kun." she said that with a faint smile on her face as she moved to the food they brought earlier today. "Are you fixing dinner today again? I can manage it for today." the goal was to fix Oden, a nabe dish prepared with various fish cakes and any other dishes that would be suitable for crowd consumption. Thing was... would she be able to fix them? Rin is a competent cook but trying to make something out of the bounds of expertise of the chef is a terrible idea.

While Rin was in the kitchen, Tohka continued to stare at the TV as the show changed into something far more erotic than she expected. Maid Molestation Academy? Was there a plot to this show? No, the answer was absolutely not. Did it make Tohka blush? Yes, absolutey. "U-uhhh... are they being-" Tohka blinked in surprise. "Ahhhhh! Change it!" she pulled her face away while frantically slapping at the air with her hands.

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Fuyuki Bridge

“Hello there, son!”

“Huh?” Touma was taken back by the brightly dressed man. “Uh.”

“May I ask your name?” 

“My name? Kamijou Touma.” Berserker scratched the top of his head as he introduced himself. Really, there wasn’t any reason not to be cordial. Sam was being ‘kind’ so he should respond in kind. It’s really the only right way to do things.

“You gave me your true name already? You must be a man of great pride to do something like that. I guess we have that much in common.” Samuel walked forward with his hands behind his back.

“True name…?” Touma mumbled to himself then it hit him. This guy was a Master. He took a few steps away. 

“You’re Berserker, aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

“I got my answer. You’re on the opposing team, right?”

“I.. um.” the idealistic boy was still a bit confused about what was going on. “Who are you?”

“Oh right, I need to introduce myself. My name is Samuel Kennedy, Presidential Canidate and Master in the Holy Grail War! And this… is my SERVANT!” he pointed to the Fuyuki River nearby.


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KSPAM'S POST FOR ARMSTRONG/RIDER

A swell grew in the Fuyuki River, gigantic in size, like the rise of a coming sea beast. Whatever it was, it was big. The river cascaded off of it like a waterfall, making waves all the way to shore, as it slowly started to reveal itself. It had legs like a spider, eight in total, connected to a massive steel behemoth with red-hot pincer claws like a crab. It quickly dwarfed the bridge in size as it stretched its mechanical limbs in anticipation, readying itself with alarming speed for such a massive construct. Its name was Metal Gear EXCELSUS, a weapons platform more fearsome than any monster its creators could have modeled it after. Weighing in at 50000+ tons, and equipped with plasma cannons and massive superheated blades the size of skyscrapers, the mechanical behemoth was officially classified as a weapon of mass destruction, designed to tear through urban environments like a storm. 

Its head, if it had one, pivoted, like it was looking around. The pilot inside was selecting his target. It should have been an obvious choice. Kamijou Touma was right in front of him. With a weapon this size, he couldn’t miss. And that was precisely the problem. Trying to kill one man with such a machine was like trying to exterminate a single fly with a thermonuclear device. It wasn’t a matter of if the target would be destroyed, because there was no single target. With a weapon this size, he could only aim at everything.

Metal Gear EXCELSUS emitted a shrill, metallic roar as its plasma cannons charged to full power. Missile modules opened in preparation to fire. It was a simple reality. The fly would be destroyed, and everything else along with it.

Illya was taken aback by Kuro's comment, "UWAH! Wh-wh-what are you saying about Onii-chan?" Dammit, why does this girl get under her skin so easily? Is it because they look exactly the same? "I'm not watching this because I like it, it's just, you know, what's on..." She realized she sounded like she was in denial. Actually she kind of was wasn't she? She was definitely curious but now isn't the time to be thinking that! Instead, she stood up as if to leave, to just stop watching and giving more fuel to the crazy mimic of her.

In the kitchen, Shirou had not realized that Rin could cook until now, "Oh! Well, if you want to do it tonight then that's fine. But, I can still help if you'd like," Shirou didn't like the idea of pushing the entire meal making process onto her alone. He had been a bit worried about having to do it all by himself anyway, "Yeah, here, let me help," instead of waiting for an answer he continued. If she really fought it he'd go, but he didn't expect her to.

Bazett followed Goku into the room, and to his question she asked, "What?" As she looked at the screen, it took her a second to realize just how bad what was on the screen was, "L-Lancer, y-you need to not look at that," She quickly covered his eyes with her hands and turned him around. She looked back and saw Illya and Kuro watching and gave a quick order, "Oi! Someone change that channel already!"

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A man in blue clothing with light armor plating stood off to the side, just off of the bridge. Someone paying attention would see his eyes light up with weird symbols, as he waved his arm towards Touma, "OI! BERSERKER! RUUUNNN" he assumed he wouldn't need to tell him twice. Touma would find that, in his legs, he suddenly had a tremendous boost to his strength and endurance, allowing them to run at speeds several times what he'd be used to, and Ryner assumed this would allow him to outrun the onslaught of damage that was about to be unleashed upon the bridge.

Sakura looked over to where Alibaba had pointed and nodded in agreement as she walked over to the table. Once they were seated, what appeared to be a waitress approached them and laid out the menus.

"What can I get you to drink?" The waitress asked, pulling out a pen and paper.

Sakura's eyes glanced over the menu, before settling on something simple and cheap, "I'll just have a tea."

"And your date?"

At this, the girl's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, "O-oh, he's not my date."

"I'm sorry, I just assumed..." The waitress then cleared her throat before looking towards the blonde boy, ready to jot down whatever drink he had in mind.

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Kuro giggled at the reaction of Berserker's master. This may be a different Illya from the one she knew, but she was just as fun to get under her skin. Though, now that she was looking away from the tv, there was little point in continuing to mess with her. So with a teasing wink directed at her 'twin', Kura walked off into the kitchen to be closer to her master. And if it just happened to mean more time with Onii-chan as well, then all the better.

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At the insistence of Bazett and Tohka, Ingrid huffed, changing the channel to something more kid friendly, "Poo, you guys are no fun."

She then grinned at the poor embarrassed girl next to her, "Saber, if you're gonna react like that to simple anime, how do you expect to do anything with Emily?" The blonde wiggled her eyebrow suggestively before laughing with gleeful merriment as she tossed the remote to Saber, "Well, I've got some mixing of fluids to do on my own."

"My bombs don't make themselves you know," She added, ruining any less than holy thoughts that might have crossed the other's minds., "Catch ya later, guys."