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Pine Garden
SINIB:
Tsumiko
"Mmm..." Tsumiko had unconciously placed her hands on Archer's arm, leaning in closer. "Interesting."
Elf:
Emiya
Emiya blinked as Tsumiko placed a hand on his arm and leaned in closer. He didn't jolt or jump and he didn't shy away from her touch either. Yet, it just feels weird, he thought.
Not that his new cooking companion was touching him, but that someone was touching him all together without trying to kill him.
"It also helps make the batter lighter. With cake batter, it should be runny so the cake bakes nice and fluffy," he said.
Kotomine_Rin:
Vega
He seemed unburdened by the question, and he answered it without even having to think about it. Why, wasn't it obvious in the first place?
"Because weakness is unsightly."
That was it. She was as free to go as she was free to come in the first place. "Why do you seek strength then? Is battle what brings you pleasure?" Despite her hostility, he sounded genuinely curious by what she had to say.
Aiden:
--- Quote from: francobull3 on July 10, 2019, 04:25:43 AM ---Vega
He seemed unburdened by the question, and he answered it without even having to think about it. Why, wasn't it obvious in the first place?
"Because weakness is unsightly."
That was it. She was as free to go as she was free to come in the first place. "Why do you seek strength then? Is battle what brings you pleasure?" Despite her hostility, he sounded genuinely curious by what she had to say.
--- End quote ---
Mira
Weakness...
That seemed to bring Mira to a halt, the wind coming out of her sails. At first she didn't turn to look at Vega. After a moment she asked, "What is weakness, then?"
Kotomine_Rin:
Vega
"Now, I'm no philosopher... And you just answered a question with a question."
He clicked his tongue and smiled, winking at her with confidence. Faith, in his own self, his own abilities, and his own conviction. His footsteps echoed, and he turned away from her in turn. He was standing over the table of the counter, and took a crystal cup that he filled with a strong crimson liquid. He brought the cup to his lips, swirled it, and narrowed his eyes.
"Impotence. To surpass your old self, to reach your future glory. The impotence to realize your truest potential, and dying without being able to scream at the world that you are more than they think you're worth, and laugh at the hand that fate plays you. To live an ugly, miserable life unable to protect the ones you love, having to sleep amongst the rats and the scum and the filth of this world while those you scorn prosper. Alone, and forgotten forevermore. Forevermore..."
He brought the cup to his lips and drank. It had been his fifth in a day, and its taste was one he always remembered to bring him joy. And yet, he couldn't stop frowning. A swirling rage was burrowing from his very soul.
"That is weakness."
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