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[ou] illya von einzbern

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Characters: Illya and Open
Setting: Lounge, pool, library,
Format: Action SPAM
Summary: Illya attempts to spend a full day acting like an adult in preparation for certain things.
Warnings: None.

[After all the mess and stress of the few weeks, the time had finally come for her to enact a plan that had been dwelling in her mind for some time now. Most of her conversations with others, primarily the Sabers, that two elements had been blocking her attempts to confess her true feelings to Shirou, the first being his view of her as a child/little sister and the other being his sheer hardheadedness. While one of these could only be solved by being direct and to the point with a second confession, the other was something she would have to work at. Thus today had been appointed as "try and act like an adult" day.

Her first stop on the journey brought her to the tower's lounge where, dressed in slightly more ambitious and revealing outfit, she could be found messing with some of the games she had played with friends a few weeks prior. The "adult" component to this, besides her outfit, consists mostly of not becoming angry at the games or rage quiting when things become to difficult.]

[Later, Illya can be found at the tower's gigantic pool. Her swimming suit a bit revealing, as it is easier to dress like an adult to act like one most of the time, she simply floats in the water for awhile while cycling through memories of recent events and in general relaxing.]

[The final stop of her tour takes the smallest Einzbern to the library where she sifts through some books while keeping an eye out for a certain someone who had promised to help her write a love letter.]

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[Done with her library duties for the day, Tohko was attempting to refine the lyrics she had promised V/V for her concert on the first. As she wrote, she thought about inviting Enoch and maybe a few other people if she saw them..but that thought flew out of her head when she saw a very familiar girl with white hair. Ripping out a
page from her notebook, she ran toward Illya, smiling.]

Illya! I'm sorry..a lot of things happened, so I wasn't able to give this to you sooner..but here you are!

[With that, Tohko would hand the page out for the girl to take.]

Oh no! It's ok, I'm just glad you went through all the trouble of writing the letter for me.

[Illya takes the note and reads over for a moment before smiling.]

This is great, I'm sure Shirou will understand my feelings after he reads this! And if he doesn't he must be the densest person in the universe.

Oh, it wasn't too much trouble! I'm always happy to help, especially with things like this.

[As Illya took, read, and praised the letter, Tohko's smile grew.]

Don't worry..I'm sure he'll understand! Hopefully everything will work out for the two of you in the end. Good luck!

Thank you, I'm going to need all the luck I can get.

You're welcome..oh!

[Suddenly, an idea.]

A friend of mine is holding a concert on the first of the month. I'm not sure where it'll happen, but why don't you invite Shirou to go with you? It could be a date!

That sounds like a plan, I'll confess then we can have our first date.

Exactly! Or, while the music is blaring, you can find a private corner and confess to him right then and there! The sweet music, your words and feelings..he'll be eaten up by them, I'm sure of it!

[Rabbit had a lot of thinking to do. He should have just stayed on the dormitory floor but had decided to go wandering the other ones. Either due to wishing for someone to talk to or just plain restlessness, his mindless wandering took him to the lounge and-

And there was a pretty girl there. In a very nice outfit. And while his mind prior had been focused on being depressed and morose and several other sad words, all of a sudden the robot was rather focused on something else entirely.

Mostly involved around talking to pretty girls. Que him attempting to sidle up swuavely, exhaling a cloud of steam and tipping his hat politely.]

He-heya, sweetheart. Whatcha d-d-doin' there?

[Illya pauses the game she was immersed in before turning to the strange man with a grimace on her face.]

I'm just playing a game.

Yes! I'll finally have a boyfriend and it will be great!

Yup! It's always wonderful when the one you love returns your feelings. Good luck! Let me know how it works out, alright?

[Lets see, grimaces aren't usually a good sign.]

OOoh. We-well... Wouldja li-like ta play a two player ga-game? I ain't g-got nuthin' t'do an' it's pretty q-q-quiet in here an' all...

I'd rather play by myself for now, but your welcome to watch if you want.

[Swing a miss.]

Oh. O-okay then. I'll wa-watcha if ya d-d-don't mind it.

You sure lo-look nice today though, sweetheart. Wha-what's the occasion?

[Lets try this again.]

[Illya begins to play her game once more, stopping to talk only once in awhile between attempting to fit Tetris blocks into their proper place.]

I'm trying to act like an adult for the day.

W-why? S'borin'!

[He does watch the tetris game with a bit of interest though. He wouldn't be any good at it, she's already doing a better job than he'd ever do.]

Wouldn't ya ra-ra-rather do somethin' fu-fun?

Not really.

[Illya spoke as she cleared several lines at once.]

I'm doing this so that the boy I like will stop treating me like a little girl.

[Aw she has someone. Well time for plan B. Unerring support for the female side.]

OOooh. I s-s-see. Ya gotcher eye on someone. We-well if it he-he-helps, ya look like an adult ta me!

... An' yer p-pretty good at tetris.

I know I look like a little girl, it's not a big deal. So you don't have to lie to make me feel better.

Edited 2013-04-27 05:07 (UTC)

I a-a-ain't lyin'!

[He looks a bit put out by that.]

Ya d-d-don't look like a li-little girl. I thi-thi-think ya look great.

If you insist, then thank you.

[She continues playing.]

I d-d-do! I wouldn't l-lie t'ya, sweetheart! I'm an honest 'bot.

[Most of the time.]

S-so, this guy ya l-like... Wha-wha-what's he like?

[ An armored giant, the size of say...Berserker, is quietly standing amongst the shelves and reading books, his blackened, cut, and cracked armor a dull grey, and it whirs quietly as he turns pages with more articulation than someone wearing something like a tank over his form should be able to manage. The red eye slits of the warrior reflect Ilya for a moment, and he solemnly nods to her before returning to his own reading. ]

[The man's huge form brings back memories of her long dead servant, which is enough for Illya to stare at the massive mountain of a solider for quite sometime before returning to her book.]

Is something amiss, Mamzel? [ The armored figure asks her, his voice deep, though somewhat muffled by his thick helm. ]

Oh no, not really. You just reminded me of someone I used to know.

What happened to them? [His voice goes very quiet as he asks. Cerberus suspects he already knows. ]

He died...

I see. I'm sorry. Was he a warrior?

[She nods.]

He fought to the end trying to protect me.

[ He crosses to her, and removes his helm. He looks down at her with grey eyes, deep set in a face that is like pale, craggy stone, scarring everywhere, and crowned with silver-blond hair. ]

It suggests to me then he that he died as a warrior wishes to.

Edited 2013-04-30 03:22 (UTC)

I'm sure he did. He was like a big brother to me so it was like losing family...

I know only too well what it is like to lose a brother.

[ Just for a second, the shadow of a green-armored figure can be seen watching over the grey warrior.]

[Well that was strange...Illya chalks up the strange shadow to her own sorrows over being reminded of Berserker.]

I'm trying my best to move on though, I met my real brother not long ago and he is one of the nicest people I know.

Oh? What is he like?

Well, he is very kind to everyone and is a great cook. Though he can also be incredibly dense sometimes.

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