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    The Emiya residence is the home of Shirou Emiya and Kiritsugu Emiya, located on the northern end (where the Japanese style houses are) of Miyama Town. It is a large, old building located on the northern end of Miyama, and a Japanese-style building with a classical elegance befitting the area. Even within the old style of Miyama, it is of a rare style, and it can be considered a rare example of architectural history. Though it was large and previously unused, its history made it so it was never torn down even in its degradation and having taken up a large amount of space in an area of civic planning.

    It has a very old storehouse built on the edge of the yard, which utilizes a key cast in an ancient style far different from the modern cylindrical kind utilized in the rest of the estate. The door is old and rusty, constantly creaking as it opens. While the rest of the house is unsuited to be a magus' workshop, the storehouse is suitable enough for a makeshift area for magi to work. The house is too open, letting magical energy flow about freely, so the closed nature is suitable as long as a magic circle can be established. The mansion suited Kiritsugu for having never been glamorous but it feels pretty luxurious for a student in some way.

    The Emiya Residence's Barrier, constructed by Kiritsugu, surrounds the property, warning the residents about individuals with malicious intentions entering its perimeter through a ringing bell on the ceiling. It is very well made, and unlike the one set on the Tohsaka residence, it is possible to feel a human quality from it. It possesses neither offensive nor defensive capabilities, but its detection powers are excellent.

    While the head of the household Kiritsugu was no stranger to Holy Grail Wars and Servants, it’s greatest defence currently was currently the Lancer class servant, heroic spirit Yamato Takeru. Spending most nights guarding the household, this night she had made an exception to warm the bed of the other female occupant of the household.

    Day 09 – Earlier this Morning
    Fuyuki City – Miyama Town, Emiya Residence




    [BGM]

    “Good morning, my beautiful woman.”

    Risa was still sound asleep, wrapped in an arm and nestled quite comfortably. The Servant herself did not require sleep but after running the young pink-haired & sensitive woman asleep in her arms utterly ragged a few hours earlier, Lancer decided she owed it to Risa to stay with her for a time.

    Seeing the Magus sleep for the first time in days was good but having her snuggle so close and smile as she did so too… it gave Lancer a tender warmth in her chest. The physical act of love was something she never objected to but seeing her like this was wondrous.

    Risa was warm to the touch, even her arms wrapped around her were comforting, easily allowing her to slip into sleep earlier. Her skin however was clammy and the tuft of pink burrowed ever further to Lancer when she tried to pull away but Lancer was simply content to just be around the woman that she…

    Shit.
    Lancer thought to herself, Risa reminded her too much of Ototachibana-hime like this.

    However as dawn began to break, Lancer needed to attend to the rest of the households occupants.

    Carefully, Lancer slid out of Risa unconscious grip before adjusting the bed covers to get her as cosy as possible before bending over and giving a soft little peck on her forehead and whispering something she knew no one in this world would hear before dressing and walking through to the main room.

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    Through the hallway into the main living area, the head of the household Kiritsugu Emiya was already awake, dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. Rather than a single large plate for each person that was heavy and lacked seasoning which was the traditional English style of food she had recently, it would seem she would be partaking in the cuisine of her own country. Kiritsugu held up a large tray with numerous bowls for sharing – miso soup, mixed steamed rice with uni, grilled fish & eggs with furikake as well. Light, easy to digest & flexible too. It felt reassuring for a nostalgic scent to come about; Lukas & Seigi were able to cook simple dishes that were certainly tasteful and not as bland as poor English food could be, they weren’t quite to her palette. As for the girl still resting in her bed, there was a reason that she had ordered food instead of preparing it herself.

    The sun began to shine through the windows as it rose through the sky, illuminating the room as Kiritsugu walked from the open kitchen into the light.
    “Lukas is currently enjoying a cup of coffee in the gardens, he will be about ten minutes before joining us.” Kiritsugu asked, blinking numerously as if he had dirt in his eyes. Lancer however paid greater heed to his non-dominant left hand. A mild tremor, barely noticeable to an untrained eye but the tray wobbled a minor amount as he retired mercenary carried it through before placing it on the table.

    “Would you like me to fetch out young guest?” he asked. “I know servants do not need to eat but you can start without us if you like, I prepared extra for you if you wanted some?”

    Lancer appreciated the gesture; it was similar to what Seigi and Risa had done for her not long after being summoned. Yes, just because Lancer was a weapon did not mean she had to be treated as one.

    The redhead smiled and shook her head at the host “I would enjoy breakfast but this is the first time Risa has slept in days, let us give her a little longer.”

    “Good idea, the poor kid’s been through a lot.” Kiritsugu agreed as he sat down and grasped a pair of chopsticks. “Least I can do is let her rest some more, pay back the last of my debt-”

    “Debt?” That word had piqued her interest as Lancer cut off Kiritsugu. “Pardon me for inquiring when Risa introduced you to me the day after my Master was taken, she had mentioned there being you ‘paying her back’ as an accident but when I had asked her, she said it was not her place to tell.”

    Kiritsugu has picked up a rice bowl, gave it a glare that looked as if he was trying to burn a hole through it before letting out a soft sigh and smile before setting it back down.

    “This year is 2007. Three years ago in 2004 I took place in a Holy Grail War much like this one… actually no, far larger.”

    Lancer’s quizzical gaze passed to look upon her host as she began to tuck into some food.

    “I will spare you the details but you may have heard reference to a ‘Great Holy Grail War’ that took place a few years ago. It was in Trifas; Transylvania, where two factions of seven servants had combatted each other to claim the Holy Grail. I had been hired by the Einzbern family, one of the great mage families who created the damn Grail hundreds of years ago to take part in the war and reclaim it after it had been stolen by Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia who was a Magus supported by the Nazi’s in the Third True Holy Grail War before betraying them and stealing it away himself around the time of the World War II.”

    “Curious”
    Lancer noted, among the magi participating in this Subcategory War the ‘Great Holy Grail War’ had been mentioned but no detail had been given to its events. It likely bore little baring on the conflict that was currently at hand but context was always helpful in combat.

    “So I summoned a Servant myself, a top calibre one if I do not say so myself with the catalyst that the Einzbern’s had provided. I called forth a Knight of the Round Table under the Saber class, a class that you yourself are eligible for correct?”

    Lancer nodded.

    “Correct, my corresponding classes I can be summoned under are both Saber & Lancer. My depiction as a hero is far more prominent as a Saber where I wield a sword equal to that of Excalibur. It is also far more famed as well. The fact I have been called forth as a Lancer is likely due to my Master, whether it be compatibility, an accident or the fact the summoning was interrupted.”

    Kiritsugu pauses for a moment, seemingly hesitating before the point.

    “The Einzberns also created two homunculi – artificial humanoids with great power and magic circuits at the cost of a shortened life span. One was created fully grown and all the knowledge she would need already in her head, the other an infant that grew over time to a limited degree by the time we met the child had the body of a pre-teen but the mind of a adult. They were a ‘Mother and Daughter’ unit as it were. They were assigned to work alongside me but, um…”

    He nodded slowly, before getting up and picking up a small picture frame and passing it over to his guest.

    There stood Kiritsugu arm-in-arm with a beautiful albino woman with hair white as snow, eyes shimmering ruby red. They were smiling as she and Ota once smiled together.

    “You fell in love with the mother. Didn’t you?”

    “Iri was the mother and my wife. Illya was my daughter.”

    Lancer found it convenient that the bowl covered her lips and her expression. Much like Kiritsugu she had been married but her relationship was arranged for her and it took many years before she returned her wife’s affections. These two people in this picture, they were married, they were in love, they had children… Yes. There were two smaller figures, a young girl who was the spitting image of her mother and a young boy with fiery orange hair embracing each other too. No resemblance to either parent, most likely adopted.

    Adopted children… a curious notion. For the first time in her new life, Lancer felt sorrow. Children were never something that she and Ota had. Perhaps it was a blessing, Lancer doubted she would have been a good mother. After all, Lancer knew that for most of her marriage that she was not a good spouse.

    Lancer had been certain to not let the same mistakes happen again. She had lived as a weapon but Seigi and Risa had insisted on treating her as a person of equal value. It would have been easy to block them off and not let herself feel. The feeling of their laughter as they ate together, their touch as they embraced each other, went to bed together, the warmth of their bodies as she made them scream with pleasure. Seigi’s selflessness, Risa’s need of reassurance self-hatred with cracks in her façade with Risa calling herself unmarriageable as if she was. Lancer had even bedded both of them too.

    Her lip trembled and she handed the frame back to Kiritsugu. Being a human was far harder than being a weapon but this man seemed to have crossed that bridge.

    “What happened then?”

    “Ah, so you’ve noticed?”

    Aside from pictures, there was little trace of any of these people in the household. After all, no love story ended happily.

    “I was only a master for a while, when the intentions of the Einzberns became clear I abandoned war. I used all three of my Command Seals to let my servant stay in the world as long as possible as they volunteered to provide cover as I fled with my family. The boy in that picture is Shirou. His family had been lost in a gas explosion and we adopted him. However, homunculi are beautiful creatures but not blessed with long lifespans.” A single tear slid down Kiritsugu’s face. “Shirou was born with Magic Circuits but we did not raise him to be a magus. His friend Rin Tohsaka chose to take him as an apprentice but truthfully we told him to Irisviel's and Ilyasviel's early deaths did not take him by surprise.”

    “My wife sacrificed herself to appease an angry deity. We had been married for decades but I was defective, I did not know how to love. All I could do was kill the enemies of my father. I would pay some attention when she got sad and bed her to keep her sated but when my own father hired warlords to try and kill me, she stood by me even though I had treated her like a burden. Despite my poor treatment of her, she loved me. So much more than I deserved.” Lancer’s voice shook now, the loss of a loved one under cruel circumstances was something she understood. “Now when I look back all I can see is all the years that I wasted not loving her. She was the only good thing in my life and I was… I could have been so much better.”

    “I understand what it’s like to lose time. My little Illya never saw her twentieth birthday.”

    Both drank in silence.

    Kiritsugu had his fill of servants but he understood a widower’s grief. Knowing the weight words carried, he was silent, instead offering another bowl. Leaves flew by in the breeze against the window, fluttering helplessly against the window like dying embers, a poignancy to it that breaks both their hearts further.

    Lancer accepts the offering Kiritsugu gives her.

    “You’ll pull through,” Kiritsugu said, a soft smile that feed on the pain of their dialogue and glowed ever brighter. “I will never find someone like my Iri again but, I have my son and he has me. I have lessons to teach him and I look forward to seeing him become a better man than I was. I believe he is already doing so, he’s surpassed my skills in the kitchen many years ago.”

    “I miss her,” Lancer admits. “I don’t deserve to but I want to see her again, I want to give her a better life.”

    “I miss Iri too, that’s why I do odd jobs around town. When I help people and see them smile, I see Iri smiling back at me.”

    “She…” Lancer catches herself “Iri sounds like an incredible woman and Illya must have been a wonderful little girl.”

    “She was. I still have my family, and you have Risa. You two have depended on each other and you both care for each other, that much is obvious” Kiritsugu was right. There was a beautiful young woman waiting for her. “Go wake your girlfriend up. When she and our mutual friend Lukas are ready, we’ll discuss action for today. The Tohsaka’s leyline defences have been left a mess by that card-carrying mercenary, I have no idea who Kotomine’s replacement at the church is and if I don’t try and tidy things up while Rin is away then she’ll never let me live it down.”
    Lancer nods for no real reason.

    “Thank you Kiritsugu Emiya.” Sorrow and joy were mixed together in a bitter flavour. Not pleasant but her heart had simmered down, calmer and more peaceful than before.

    “If we get the opportunity, can we continue this afterwards?”

    Kiritsugu nodded and admired the picture he held in his hands one last time as Lancer turned to leave. Her pride as a warrior was great but nothing in comparison to the strongest emotion of all, love. Life was what you made of it, that meaning was it alone. To love man and woman, love your spouse, love your neighbour, love your children.

    Above all else though, to love your friend, and learn to love yourself. Those last two in particular struck a chord with Lancer, she had never loved anyone before Ota came into her life. Ota, Seigi and Risa all filled her heart with love and camaraderie yet none of them loved themselves. Ota devoted herself toward Lancer, Risa’s self-loathing made her desperate for affection and Seigi’s love he experienced had all seemingly been a lie.

    Ota was gone but she still had people who cared about her, couldn’t fail them as well.

    "Girlfriend might be pushing it though..."


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    1. The Mastermind watching from afar
    2. The Rogue Agent in the church
    3. The Vessel of Souls with the mysterious Servant

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    That was a nice bonding scene... They had more in common than one would have expected.

    Hm... Torn between 2 or 3 but I’ll say 2.


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    Day 9 – Mid Day
    Fuyuki City – The Church




    A haunted hill. A place of sanctity, despoiled. No trace of saintliness could be found here anymore, only a desolate empty box filled with naught but the cadaver that was once the Overseer. Despite the season, it felt unnaturally cold but not an artificial chill but the stifling grasp of the oldest emotion known to man. Fear. Standing in the centre of the room with the enemy having the high ground. Beautiful but terrifying, like a malevolent doll. A doll bent of death or worse. It was here that Yorkie would live or die.

    The ominous figure raised its firearm directly towards her.

    “Commencing capture protocol.”

    [BGM]

    “Shit–!”

    Guns had a tell with a muzzle flash, crossbows were even slower yet still she could not fully evade. Throwing herself to the side the bolt scraped against her left side as she landed in some biological remnants of crushed liver and kidneys.

    “What’s your problem?!” complains the rogue agent defecting from what must clearly be the same benefactor, laughter barely covering hysteria. “Don’t you know it’s rude to try and penetrate a girl before taking her out to dinner first?”

    Sarcasm was the cowards lie. Fear against death however was perfectly natural, it meant you wanted to live. That desire to live brought action into motion.

    Staying on all fours, she crawled to the end of the benches and ducked around the corner for cover, keeping her eyes closed focusing on her other senses.

    The scent of a slaughtered carcass from the holy mother and the odour of sewage from the monochrome figure were overpowering rendering the sense of smell useless. Hearing was another story, as the figure approached, a slow and heavy thud of heavy weighted boots signalled their approach and delayed ka-thunk of the crossbow being pulled back and reloaded.

    “One second, two seconds…”

    Three seconds, that was the time it took to reload the crossbow. That could make all the difference.

    “Projection… Force!” she wants to scream it out but it’s a slow growl

    Dipping back around the corner from her cover to face the figure with it tilting it’s head slowly over to match. The figures face was masked so could not show any expression, Yorkie’s could show fear but she knew it’s power. Fear of growing close to someone after a life of solitude, fear of losing them, fear of failure and knowing when other people relied upon you those fears grew all the greater. The oldest fears were of death and the unknown. But fear did not define a woman, it was what you do in spite of your fear that denoted your bravery.

    Yorkie bared her fangs and her face was pure steel as gazing into those empty sockets, the curse was cast and heavy iron fell in her hand. A lock, stock and barrel, creating the image of a western revolver.

    “Hmmm?”
    A confused hum came from the figure, it did not comprehend the true nature of her power.

    Perfect.

    Yorkie pulled the trigger of the illusory gun and fired. Her aim was terrible but this was not an actual gun, it was an extension of herself. By cursing a given target one is granted control over their spatial and visual information received by its living target. By taking control of this information, one can install a new “reality” to the target – akin to (barely like) the placebo effect used in medical trials if the brain perceives it to be true it can have genuine effects. Therefore, these virtual realities super imposes upon the target will cause the body to react accordingly, causing illusory injuries to become genuine.

    The spell rang true, as the gun faded from her grip as the spell ended, the figure jolted back a step. Looking down at it’s chest, it gave a slow pat out of curiosity as if it could not quite comprehend what happened. Yorkie was waiting for the blood to come out, show some signs of injury or weakness.

    But there was nothing she could see.

    The creature looked at its own hand in reaction to what just happened and tilted its head. There was no fear, only curiosity.

    That was worse, there was no malice it this things actions, what happened to the nun, what was going to happen to her. They’d be no reasoning. Just that little head tilt that was international language for ‘fascinating’.

    Shit.


    She buckled back over and crawled around the corner, hearing the sound of the wooden benches behind her being crushed under heavy heel, destroying whatever little protection she had left. All she could do was crawl away like a stupid, little worm. Stupid, but not helpless. This figure may have proved itself to have been impervious to gunfire, however Yorkie hadn’t given up, she still had some elements of the environment on her side. There had to be something!

    Yorkie retreated, sprinting away while the slow thud of heavy footsteps followed her. Gunfire wasn’t enough to slow this damn thing, she needed to make a wall. With simulated modern weaponry falling short, she’d need to rely on the elements.

    “Come thunder, come lightning.”

    Yorkie gestured to the light-bulbs in the room that would have provided an artificial lighting and after the initial spell earlier it was easy to simulate the sounds of thunder crackling in the beings head to draw its attention to them.

    “Projection: Element!”

    The second illusion projection spell of hers worked in a similar way to the first with the brain simulating effects upon the body. The lightbulbs crackled and glowed with energy before bolts of lightning struck at the ground. In the assailant’s mind’s eye the ground burned as a searing wall of flame burst out of the ground before it spread across the entire church. Yorkie could see the thing stumble back, swatting at small embers that had even started to spout up on it, having believed itself to start catching fire.

    After a few feet, the flames grew and spread across the creature’s whole body but rather than screams of pain, franticly trying to put out the fire or anything for that matter. It just stood there, looking at her.

    Watching, waiting.

    The creature’s gaze fixed upon the illusionist, it raised an arm and fired a bolt from the crossbow. Bolt’s were slower and had an audible tell before firing, anticipating this Yorkie once again dove over to the right side to try and get close to the altar for cover only for the bolt to skim against her face, leaving a hot searing cut across her left cheek.

    That bastard anticipated that!


    Yorkie knew she had three seconds before that thing had reloaded so she rose to her feet, ignoring the superficial wound only for her to see the bogeyman to drop the crossbow.

    One second-


    She had already turned and frantically darted to the only available defence, looking over her shoulder only to see it quickly draw out a second one from under its cloak.

    “Clever dick-”

    Yorkie twisted around to prepare another countering spell but before she could, the next bolt shot out and pierced through her right hand, pulling her back flat on her ass and pinning the hand to the altar.

    She screamed as the white-hot pain coursed through her whole being and the illusionist writhed in agony. With that, her concentration broke and the illusory wall of fire vanished. The flames on her assailant vanished and all Yorkie could do was look in terror as she heard those slow heavy footsteps approach and there was nothing she could do.

    Quickly it was upon her and the figure loomed over her, reaching down and grabbing a fist full of her hair before yanking her up and finally speaking in a desolate empty voice that betrayed no emotion.

    “Target neutralised, preparing for transport.”

    Yorkie struggled, desperately kicking and scraping best she could at the dark figure but it didn’t move an inch. She could feel the sweat dripping off her, the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears as she used her free hand to wack at it’s face, knocking the figures mask free.

    She saw a youthful face just about entering adulthood, one she knew intimately well. Striking blue eyes and handsome features that were marred by sickly pale skin and black veins ruining his looks, accompanied by blonde hair, a natural colour the former lover knew that he despised.

    “A-a clone? A fucking clone!

    She looked at the half-dead face of Seigi Nomikata staring back into her eyes, no love, no hatred, nothing in those empty eyes.

    “Preparing TERMINATION.”

    The doppelganger swung his head down on Yorkie’s head and her nose exploded in a cacophony on blood. Letting go of her hair, Yorkie fell to the ground as she covered her face, unable to stop the outpour of her blood over her beautiful face. Through her fingers she saw the refraction of light, the rays of the sun reflecting off metal as something blocked out the light infront of Yorkie. She lurched to the left as the heavy object swung down where her head was.

    And the axe the doll that worse Seigi’s face sliced clean through Yorkie’s right arm at the elbow.

    Last Chance Choice!

    Yorkie's hasty created defences have failed. Pick incorrectly and she dies.


    1. Fight (Buster): Full offence relying on overwhelming physical might, with little regard for defence or actual tactics. Just hit the enemy hard until it drops.
    2. Fight (Arts): Careful, tactical combat, prioritising a solid defence while seeking tactical breakthroughs—either a gap in the enemy’s defence, or an environmental advantage. This tactic has failed
    3. Fight (Quick): Rapid offence relying on speed and precision—provides better defence than Buster, but offensive potential is comparatively inferior. Quick combat seeks to force the enemy to make mistakes and overextend, creating the opportunity to deal a critical hit.
    4. Hide.
    5. Run.
    6. Write in!


    Note, if you pick one of the Fight options, please note how you want Yorkie to fight.

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    Use her illusion to confuse the opponent, use her placebo-like effect to stop herself from feeling the wound for the time being, and run away.

    The enemy doesn't budge at all from her attack, I don't see any of the battle choices allow her to win.

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    I think Sparta has a good idea so will vote for that too.Fighting seems out of the question - though now I’m wondering if the soldier(s?) aren’t as durable as one assumed so much as just don’t register pain - but that alone makes it bad compatibility without Yorkie.

    So running is best but doing so without cover is a bad idea.


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