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eachdraidh2015-02-25 06:41 pm
snakeskin_magus) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-25 06:41 pm
Video; Open to both courts
[Roa could be seen in a fairly bright and well-lit kitchen, somewhere in his freshly carved mountain fortress. Outside, one could see sunlight and a bit of La Llorona's trees over in the background. He was busily mixing ingredients for baking, all while his locket was on. His then blond hair was tied back in a bun, glasses tipped a little bit on his nose. Occasionally, a hand would come up to adjust them.
There was a certain someone he wanted to annoy and that someone would get their cue soon enough. The video went on for a bit, showcasing Roa as he went through the preparation process to make croissants, loading them into a brick and mortar oven attached to the outside wall. He took the time to feed wood into the fire, saying nothing at all to anyone watching until the very end. He picked up his locket and held it up, stretching himself out just a little.
The moment his locket panned over, one could see something on the nearby dinner table that hadn't been visible at all until then. It was a severed arm, once belonging to one particular Seelie knight. Despite the fact that it was severed, it was in absolutely pristine condition, as it were stuck in time and perfectly preserved.]
There are some things you never forget. I haven't baked in ages.
There was a certain someone he wanted to annoy and that someone would get their cue soon enough. The video went on for a bit, showcasing Roa as he went through the preparation process to make croissants, loading them into a brick and mortar oven attached to the outside wall. He took the time to feed wood into the fire, saying nothing at all to anyone watching until the very end. He picked up his locket and held it up, stretching himself out just a little.
The moment his locket panned over, one could see something on the nearby dinner table that hadn't been visible at all until then. It was a severed arm, once belonging to one particular Seelie knight. Despite the fact that it was severed, it was in absolutely pristine condition, as it were stuck in time and perfectly preserved.]
There are some things you never forget. I haven't baked in ages.
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Roa's expression of muted contentment was interrupted and now he was looking her over a bit more raptly. She gave him a definition. 'Summoned'. Not created, not modified, but summoned. There were few creatures one could draw from the ether that felt like Lancer and he fit that description astutely.]
This isn't simply a 'training ground' that you're describing. Though, I imagine even an amateur could manipulate this insane magic if what I'm suspecting is true.
I've already analyzed his composition and identity. I suspect I may know his body better than he does, himself, but--there are things I can't glean from an arm. The head, perhaps, but...
[That was to say, Roa was only missing few components to the equation that lead to his answer.]
What's the name of the 'Ritual' which violates the boundaries of the Five Magics and draws Heroic Spirits from the Throne of Heroes?
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You understand then that he's a Heroic Spirit and what you have shouldn't exist when it's apart from the core given to them within this world.
Which is why I'll ask you kindly just once to pass it onto me. [ Next time she won't ask, much less ask nicely. ]
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[Roa was interested in hearing it. It was clear Rin was speaking with an air of authority and he thought it was impressive and ridiculous at the same time that she wanted to impose herself on him, but he had lived through enough lives in the nobility and upper crusts of society.
This was a playground he was already used to.]
Requesting a trophy of war for yourself from the one who earned it? I'm curious as to how far you think you'll get.
Especially given the monstrosity that you're speaking to.
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[ He's clearly no monster if Saber's placed him in charge of a spire, but then again, perhaps the general has been a bit preoccupied with her own business that she lacked the time to properly evaluate each of her Barons. ]
I don't think an arm counts as a trophy of war unless you're some kind of barbarian and honestly, you're well too spoken for that.
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[More trophies, he thought, would only add to his false 'lion's pride' ego that he had been pretending to build up. As a Baron, he was supposed to at least act as if he were boastful.]
As for my tone--you're correct. I certainly speak properly, as a magus should. The problem is that you must think that magi and barbarians are two entirely separate entities.