good student "shirou"

[throwabookatit]

angra mainyu, more like My New Son

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WEEK 4

[throwabookatit]

Friday, after investigation

[throwabookatit]

[ Honestly, Starbucks is a damn blessing. A little cafe, to drink and just try and find some peace? Yeah, considering the garden's a pretty cursed place now, this is where Rebecca gravitates, when there's nothing else to do but wait.

What Rebecca keeps remembering is how Maya was just a kid. How the one request she'd ever made of Rebecca was a hug. It leaves her lost in thought, as she sips tea and...doesn't touch the pastries in front of her. ]

[swordsinternally]

[ Also considering that the cafeteria and kitchen are also now absolutely cursed, Starbucks is actually definitely a good place to sit down and have a meal, which is why he's actually here with what seems to be some basic onigiri in each hand, if only because he's certain that he probably wouldn't be able to stomach anything more.

But he's actually... doing surprisingly well in spite of knowing who died.

Or maybe he's just trying to fool yourself. ]

Ah, Rebecca-sensei. Do you mind if I sit and keep you company?

[throwabookatit]

[ She glances up, with a taut smile. ]

Shirou... No, of course not. Come sit down, alright?

[swordsinternally]

Sure.

[ He nods in response before grabbing a chair to sit on. ] How are you doing after... that?

[throwabookatit]

I'm... [ That's sure a question. Her hand idly plays with the drill around her neck. ] I think I'm doing as well as one could, after...all that.

[ So, not fantastic. ] What about you?

[swordsinternally]

Better than the last couple weeks, surprisingly.

[ His voice manages to keep its calm throughout, in fact. ] Although one could probably argue that might be because I'm too used to death. Although I can't exactly say that I'm enjoying all of this, either. Week after week, we learn more, and yet... we still can't stop someone from dying on Friday, and I'm sick of it. It's like everything is purposely out of our reach.

[throwabookatit]

[ Rebecca raises her eyebrows, surprised at first, but...well, the more he goes on, the more understanding she appears. ]

Someone once told me, the more you see things like this, the more you get used to it. The more you have to. I suppose...with how much you've experienced, and...what you remember experiencing, now, you're at that point now, huh?

[swordsinternally]

Yeah. I have memories of Emiya Shirou's life, so... I've seen a lot of death, through his memories. Ever since he was a child.

[throwabookatit]

And...your own memories? Are those still elusive, to you?

[swordsinternally]

There's not much to remember as myself. Not in life, anyway. But after I became like this... I'm pretty sure that I still have a lot of things that I've forgotten.

[throwabookatit]

Do you...want to remember them? From how you talked, about yourself, it seems... I don't mean to be presumptuous. This is probably an inappropriate question from...a woman trying to process her own grief.

[swordsinternally]

I have to, don't I? If I keep those memories locked up forever... then I'll just end up running away from myself.

WEEK 6

[throwabookatit]

tuesday, post motive

[swordsinternally]

[ And today's one of those days where you hunt the people you like and potentially mess with them because you like them.

... Especially after that sort of motive. Which is why he's hunting down Rebecca. ]

Ah, sensei-- [ Just gonna attempt to wave her down. ]

[throwabookatit]

[ Sensei's on her way to...actually look around some of the new floors they have, just heading for the elevator of the main building, when Tsukasa finds her. She's not as distracted as she's been the last few days, but she still starts for a moment, when she sees him. ]

Oh... Hello, Tsukasa. Is there something...that you need?

[swordsinternally]

Ah, nothing in particular. I just wanted to see how you were doing. And... well, I didn't know that you and Viral were a thing.

[ Immediately going straight for it, way to go, Tsukasa. ]

[throwabookatit]

[ Just right into it, huh. Rebecca's face immediately turns a shade comparable to her hair, and she sputters, helpfully: ]

Wh- what's that supposed to mean?!

[swordsinternally]

Oh, so I'm right on the nose with that one?

[ He smirks from ear to ear, looking rather mischievous. ] It's not a bad thing, you know.

[throwabookatit]

Well- it is because you are wrong, we aren't- we weren't--

[ She shakes her head, with a stern frown. ] Friends. That's all, aye?

[swordsinternally]

Your face says otherwise.

[throwabookatit]

[ She huffs, trying to appear more composed. ]

Well, whatever we were or weren't or...anything like that, it doesn't quite matter now, does it? Can't much do anything about it. Considering.

[swordsinternally]

I guess that's true. But I got to see something amusing, so I think I benefit from that.

[throwabookatit]

...That's remarkably rude to say to someone, you know.

[swordsinternally]

I know that.