EMIYA SHIROU
Shirou’s boots crunched on the snow that covered the sidewalk, compressed into an icy layer that threatened to make him fall, requiring that he concentrate on each step to keep his legs from sliding out from under him. It might have been annoying, but right now he was grateful for the distraction.
He wished he could say that he was no longer bothered by places like this. He knew it was silly, this was far from his first time in such a place, and it wasn’t like he could hear or smell the carnal acts going on within the establishments that lined the street. Hell, it wasn’t even busy right now. That came well after the sun went down. But even so, the mere knowledge of what these businesses offered made him uncomfortable.
Still, the situation demanded that he swallow his discomfort and soldier on. The women who worked here were good at collecting secrets, and right now he needed any scrap of information he could get, even if it was unlikely that a dragon would bother visiting a (mostly) human brothel.
The freelance magus made a quick 360 scan out of habit, but his eyes only found two strangers having a strained conversation. His head turned back to the sidewalk for a moment, before swiveling back to double check what he had just seen.
A blond man wearing clothes that somewhat resembled Church uniforms stood talking to a young woman with shoulder length white-pink hair. Nothing exceptional, except that the woman’s face was extremely similar to Saber’s. But that couldn’t be possible, he had only just seen Saber yesterday morning, and he doubted that the former servant would care for such a drastic makeover.
Or would she? They had been… close, a long time ago, but he had changed a lot since then, and Saber had been making a life for herself here as well, it seemed. As good as it had been to see her alive and well, they didn’t really know each other anymore.
Before he knew it, the archer found his feet taking him across the empty street and over to the pair, his curiosity getting the better of him. Besides, any priest found in this sort of place couldn’t be up to any good.
“Excuse me,” he said in english, his eyebrows scrunching up as he concentrated on the words. “Forgive my… rudeness, but you look familiar. What is your name? I am Shirou Emiya.” Hopefully they wouldn’t take offense to his interruption, but judging by the lady’s expression, she hadn’t been pleased to speak with the priest anyway.