SunRaHunter
A Tiny Soul
Rider's question towards the Master and Servant pair was quickly answered by its own subject matter. With cat-like grace, the tan woman appeared in the corner of his vision. She landed nearly on top of him with only a few scant inches separating the two of them. She was dexterous enough to have made such a leap without making enough noise to draw attention to herself. Of less comfort was the odor wafting off of her, the sweetly dull scent of sake was coming off her in waves.
Rider psychically jumped when she landed, almost losing his balance (he simply felt one foot nearly give way but luckily it remained solid on the ground) and letting out a meek noise. He covered his mouth with a hand in the hopes that none present had heard the less then masculine sound. He awkwardly tuned towards the new entrant into the conversation, his eyes still wide with shock, a slight wetness to them from embarrassment.
On closer inspection, she was attractive. Even in her drunken state there was a pronounced effect of grace about her. He did his best to regain his composure, removing his hand from his mouth and letting slide back into the fold of his cape. The situation turned truly dire when she leaned in closer, her arms going behind her back and her smile appearing almost predatory in nature. His composure was thrown out the window as his face flushed with color and heat. He looked sideways crinkling his mouth in a thin smile as she asked her questions. Questions that put him on the backfoot. In the safety of his cape, his hands were in his pockets, the tight space keeping them from shaking out of existence.
“I am the Rider class Servant, Oda Nobukatsu. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”He spoke slowly and deliberately, keeping his pacing and making sure he spoke his words correctly. Saying the last part in Japanese felt forced, but saying 'Please be kind to me' out loud to a girl made his head swim with future embarrassment. He gave the best bow he could with his hands in his pockets, more of a hard lean then a real bow. “Aine is indeed my Master. Have you already met with her?”
He was glad that someone had already taken the time to introduce themselves to his Master. Maybe the two of them could be friends even. He wanted nothing more then his Master to have a healthy social life, for her to make friends and have people to rely on. It also meant that this 'Poca' could be proof that she was changing her mind on how she saw Servants as well. Loosening up on her strict belief that all Servants were dangerous to a fault.
So, why was his chest so tight? Why did he feel that something was off? He wasn't an authority on dealing with other people but something about the way Poca was standing, speaking, or perhaps smiling, was throwing him off. Something about her was unsettling him.
MocaPoka
Aine let out a sigh of her own as Ana didn't take offense to her refusal to shake hands. She gave a tiny smile to the other girl as she introduced herself as Anastasia, preferring Ana. Lucas's focus seemed to have shifted to Da Vinci and the current situation. He had ignored her remarks, which was understandable. She was simply trying her best to add to the conversation despite her lack of knowledge.
“I've only been with Cheldea a few weeks now, most of that time was spent training since my family had a more country style of mage rearing. I can only do one type of magic, however. Posion. Far less useful then healing magics, I must say, but I hope to be an adequate admission to the team.” Aine clicked her tongue in her mouth. She was outclassed in study at the very least. She wasn't about to start throwing around her families name or it's recognition, instead trying to keep the focus on the other girl.
“And how new are you to say that? You make it sound like you'd be surprised someone so young might be your senior.” Aine made sure to add a slight accusatory tone to her voice, superficially making herself sound more offended then she really was. She wasn't worried much about social ranking or classism. She didn't exactly have the time or energy to act like her name would be more or less important then anyone else's.
In the lull after asking her question, she took a moment to discreetly peer over at her Servant, hoping that he hadn't done anything to embarrass her. She would prefer if he kept his mishaps to himself. To her surprise Archer was talking to him. To her shock, she was standing rather close to him. To her horror, she was smiling with him the same way women smiled at men late into the evening, when they were planning to do things of ill repute. What could a woman like Archer see in a fop like that? Maybe she saw a man she could twist around her finger and use as she wanted as a walking mana replenisher.
The idea of them doing those kinds of deeds saw her face drain of color.
LoneSniper87
Rider psychically jumped when she landed, almost losing his balance (he simply felt one foot nearly give way but luckily it remained solid on the ground) and letting out a meek noise. He covered his mouth with a hand in the hopes that none present had heard the less then masculine sound. He awkwardly tuned towards the new entrant into the conversation, his eyes still wide with shock, a slight wetness to them from embarrassment.
On closer inspection, she was attractive. Even in her drunken state there was a pronounced effect of grace about her. He did his best to regain his composure, removing his hand from his mouth and letting slide back into the fold of his cape. The situation turned truly dire when she leaned in closer, her arms going behind her back and her smile appearing almost predatory in nature. His composure was thrown out the window as his face flushed with color and heat. He looked sideways crinkling his mouth in a thin smile as she asked her questions. Questions that put him on the backfoot. In the safety of his cape, his hands were in his pockets, the tight space keeping them from shaking out of existence.
“I am the Rider class Servant, Oda Nobukatsu. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”He spoke slowly and deliberately, keeping his pacing and making sure he spoke his words correctly. Saying the last part in Japanese felt forced, but saying 'Please be kind to me' out loud to a girl made his head swim with future embarrassment. He gave the best bow he could with his hands in his pockets, more of a hard lean then a real bow. “Aine is indeed my Master. Have you already met with her?”
He was glad that someone had already taken the time to introduce themselves to his Master. Maybe the two of them could be friends even. He wanted nothing more then his Master to have a healthy social life, for her to make friends and have people to rely on. It also meant that this 'Poca' could be proof that she was changing her mind on how she saw Servants as well. Loosening up on her strict belief that all Servants were dangerous to a fault.
So, why was his chest so tight? Why did he feel that something was off? He wasn't an authority on dealing with other people but something about the way Poca was standing, speaking, or perhaps smiling, was throwing him off. Something about her was unsettling him.
MocaPoka
Aine let out a sigh of her own as Ana didn't take offense to her refusal to shake hands. She gave a tiny smile to the other girl as she introduced herself as Anastasia, preferring Ana. Lucas's focus seemed to have shifted to Da Vinci and the current situation. He had ignored her remarks, which was understandable. She was simply trying her best to add to the conversation despite her lack of knowledge.
“I've only been with Cheldea a few weeks now, most of that time was spent training since my family had a more country style of mage rearing. I can only do one type of magic, however. Posion. Far less useful then healing magics, I must say, but I hope to be an adequate admission to the team.” Aine clicked her tongue in her mouth. She was outclassed in study at the very least. She wasn't about to start throwing around her families name or it's recognition, instead trying to keep the focus on the other girl.
“And how new are you to say that? You make it sound like you'd be surprised someone so young might be your senior.” Aine made sure to add a slight accusatory tone to her voice, superficially making herself sound more offended then she really was. She wasn't worried much about social ranking or classism. She didn't exactly have the time or energy to act like her name would be more or less important then anyone else's.
In the lull after asking her question, she took a moment to discreetly peer over at her Servant, hoping that he hadn't done anything to embarrass her. She would prefer if he kept his mishaps to himself. To her surprise Archer was talking to him. To her shock, she was standing rather close to him. To her horror, she was smiling with him the same way women smiled at men late into the evening, when they were planning to do things of ill repute. What could a woman like Archer see in a fop like that? Maybe she saw a man she could twist around her finger and use as she wanted as a walking mana replenisher.
The idea of them doing those kinds of deeds saw her face drain of color.
LoneSniper87
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