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[angramaintsu]

Characters: Dark Rin & YOU.
Setting: Floor 48
Time: November 9
Format: Quick to start, will match
Summary: The tower taunts Rin when she's already in a poor mood.
Warnings: Characters are likely to be endangered if they provoke her.

    ►►► FLOOR 48;
[ Rin knew the moment he was taken from her. Any Master can feel the bond ripped from them and if that wasn't enough indication, the Command Seals along her flesh went dormant. In fact it was the hand she found herself gazing upon in the graveyard, sitting on a freshly dug (up?) patch of dity, the formerly vibrant red seals now barely seen against her pale skin. If that wasn't evident enough, then the stone marker with the name L A N C E R was indication enough of who she lost. Rin's never had anyone in her life, so for the brief time she held a Servant was the most social interaction she's ever had.

Losing him stung more than she's willing to let on.

For those brave enough to seek her out, they might feel a more ominous presence in the air around them. Yes, she's vulnerable without a Servant, but in no way is she weak. Willing to advertise that much, she hopes it's enough to keep people away.

Later on the evening, even if she's left, Rin will return to this place not to mourn. No, she'll wait around as though expecting him to return. For all of those jokes she often cracked about him being a puppy, it was her that will wait patiently for him to come pick her up. ]

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[angramaintsu]

A tool.

[ Rin repeats the word as she thinks it over. ] I never thought of Servants like that before.

[ Having no one, she felt closer to Lancer than a Master ought to. He was more than a Servant, almost as though he were a... ]

Right, that's what Servants are in essence. Then I should pick up this lost tool in red and use him as I see fit.

[swordedpast]

Really?

[ He might sound a little too hopeful about that; how strange. ]

You must not be that great of a magus after all. Well, there's always time to make up for it. I don't have anything better to do than serve you, so you might as well.

[angramaintsu]

I won't make a contract with you though, Archer.

[ Unable to look at him when she says something strange, Rin instead focuses on her shoes. Allowing someone else to see her nightmares up close? No, she can't risk it. ]

That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?

[swordedpast]

[ It shouldn't bother him that she's willing to use him as a tool, but not accept him as a partner. It shouldn't bother him. It shouldn't--

Ah, but... ]

It'll be harder to babysit you without a contract, you know.

[ Keeping an eye out for her will be more difficult this way. He wants to tell himself that's all that bothers him. He tries to tell himself that's all that bothers him, but he still feels troubled. ]

[angramaintsu]

Will it really be that much trouble, Archer?

[ Her attention is caught with that as she looks up towards him, curiosity shining through her eyes more than any other emotion. Opening her mouth to say something else, she finds herself unable to tell him the truth. That the last time she had a Servant, it ended with her hurting them severely. Damaging them in a way that can never be repaired. ]

[swordedpast]

You're the sort to get into trouble easily, and I can't be everywhere at once.

[ It's just as well she doesn't tell him that. He could all too easily respond by saying that there's no way of damaging him worse than he's already damaged himself. There's nothing that could make him more broken.

As it is, he just gazes at her serenely, his face composed. ]

[angramaintsu]

Guh...

[ It's difficult to tell him no when he looks at her that way, so she'll be brushing out the grass from her leggings and skirt fully. ]

Not here. I'm not going to make a pact with someone over the grave of my last Servant. It's not classy.

[swordedpast]

[ His gaze flickers to the grave as if first noticing it. A frown falls on his face, but it's only a passing shadow, and then it's gone. Why should it bother him that Lancer was the Servant of this Rin first? It shouldn't. It means nothing. ]

Why don't you pick the place, then? After all, you are the Master here, Rin.

[angramaintsu]

I don't know... I should pick somewhere decent for a summoning circle if I'm going to have to draw one just for regenerative purposes, ah, but I'm going on about pointless stuff.

[ Shifting uncomfortably in place. ] Where would you like to go? Servants never get a choice, so maybe just this once I'll let you have this decision.

[swordedpast]

Huh...?

[ It's clear that he's taken aback by having that option offered to him. But he quickly hides it. ]

Let's go to the meadow, then. You can draw the circle in the dirt, and then maybe frolic a bit. It'll be fun to see you out of your element.

[angramaintsu]

Yes, I'll frolic while beating you up. It'd be a grand sight to watch, don't you think?

[ The meadow it is. She'll motion for him to follow after her, choosing to not look back to see if he was. Moving towards the stairwell, Rin favors it over the elevator. ]

[swordedpast]

Oh, is that how you do a contract where you're from? I remember you being more civilized...well, not by much, though.

[ And he follows without further question--even as she makes the impractical choice and heads for the stairs. ]

[angramaintsu]

I know it must be frightening to think about, but I assure you that I do know how to properly make a pact with a Servant. Just because I decide to tease you otherwise...

[ Looking over her shoulder as she ascends along the stairs, she gives more of a smile than a smirk. ] Well, you shouldn't convince me that it's such a great idea.

[swordedpast]

[ It's probably worth it to see what's more of a smile than a smirk on the face of this Matou Rin. That's what occurs to him for a moment as he pauses on the steps below her.

Then he shakes it off and simply falls into place behind her, following her up. ]

Is your temper that short? I don't think I've been that convincing.

Remember, it's a poor decision to damage your own tools.

[angramaintsu]

Yes, but most tools often don't talk back to you.

[ With a huff, she picks up her speed to try to outpace him. ] Race you there.