[X] Plan: Dinnertime Chill
"I won't say that we can't start again," Aífe says, "But that's what it would have to be; a fresh start. It's too late to change the past now, sister. We can't go back and pretend like we've always had the kind of relationship that father would have wanted for us."
"I know. But I'm more than willing to start fresh if you are," you say. "Just the fact that we're able to sit down for dinner together and talk like siblings gives me hope that we'll be all right."
Aífe nods her head. "If that's what you believe," she says, "I won't waste the energy trying to fight you over it." You'll take that and keep your small victory for as long as you can. "Now then, was there anything in particular you wanted to say to me, or were you just looking to make small talk?"
There are plenty of heavy subjects that you could ask your sister; her thoughts about her son, Connla, for one. Did she ever love him as a mother should, even just a small amount? Was she saddened by his death, or just glad to be rid of your pupil's crime against her body. Whether the thought father would be proud of her accomplishments, that she was still known as a fierce warrior and sorceress even despite being known as your rival. You could press any number of subjects which you would have liked to ask your sister when you were both alive.
But you don't. You decide to stick to the small things, instead, and ask "How are you liking your master and her cousin?"
"That wench? We get along about as well as fire and water." Your sister's opening words mean little to you; she's insulting even at the best of times. "Well, she's the reason I'm stuck in the Assassin class, and not the Rider or Caster classes I would have preferred. At least her bumbling hasn't deprived me of either my magic nor my skill with the sword, but…" Aífe stares longingly at the horses on the television screen, adding "I miss my horses. They would have only followed me into the Rider class, and I… I miss them. I haven't seen them in such an age."
Your sister's horses were precious to her; her most precious possessions in the entire world, and she's been without them for two-thousand years. "Being summoned into the class of the skulking sneak would have been enough of an insult in its own right, but being summoned without my horses is what I ultimately hate the most about the class my master summoned me into."
"I'm sorry."
"Why? This is the one time you haven't done anything wrong," Aífe says. "You didn't know. Besides… I doubt my master knew either, what modifying the ritual to force me into the Assassin class would do to my abilities." Aífe sighs, picking at her salmon – her meal smells absolutely delicious. The salmon is baked to perfection, and the mushrooms, carrots, and onions look like they've been seasoned to perfection – as she adds "I don't… I don't hate my master, not as much as I did when she first summoned me. She… She's not a bad person, deep down. She just has an… Abusive, way of showing it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if she's fond of someone, she'll needle them constantly. Her cousin says it's just a bad habit of hers, but she doesn't seem to mind it when my master needles her about whatever small thing comes to her mind."
"What about her, then?" you ask. "Your master's cousin." Maybe you're pushing too far by wording it this way, but you have to know. "Do you have the same fondness for her as you do for your master?"
"Oriko is the most inoffensive person I've ever met," Aífe says. "She tries way, way too hard to be polite and unobtrusive. It almost comes across as stifling and uptight with how polite she is." Your sister snorts, adding "She could stand to loosen up a bit, maybe be a bit more casual with the people around her."
"Or she's just genuinely that polite of a person, and isn't putting on an act," you suggest. "She does appear to come from a wealthier family than most of our masters. Maybe it's just how she was raised."
"Then why isn't her cousin as annoyingly polite?"
"Maybe they weren't raised by the same people. They are cousins, after all, not siblings."
"Then how do you explain all that Jesus crap they're both so fond of?" The way Aífe words her statement, the specific tone she puts into her words, makes you chuckle. "Seriously, it's so weird. Why would anyone want to worship a dead guy on a stick? He's dead; he's not committing any great deeds worthy of being worshipped when he's like that. Why not worship whoever nailed him there in the first place? They've at least got some muscle on them."
"I really couldn't tell you," you say. "The Grail gives us knowledge, but I think the context is a bit lacking. Just to have the knowledge that Jesus 'inspired' people, or that his sacrifice somehow allows them to be 'saved' isn't enough for me to understand why so many people would worship him."
"'Saved' from what, is what I'd like to know," Aífe says. "Isn't he the one who told people about their so-called 'Hell' in the first place? If he'd just kept his mouth shut, wouldn't his followers not even need 'saving' in the first place?" Aífe sticks out her tongue, adding "If some dead guy on a stick ever tells me that I need saving, I'm going to punch him in the mouth and prove that I'm capable of saving myself, thank you very much."
Again, you can't help but laugh at the way your sister inflects her words. "What's so funny?" she asks.
"Just the tone you use when talking about this," you reply. "It's so… I can't help it."
"Stop being weird, sister. It's not that funny." Oh but it is funny. "Anyway, since you're so keen to ask me about my master, what about yours? Have you taken a liking to that pipsqueak?"
"Kazumi is… A very unique master," is probably the best way you can word your feelings about the girl, in a way that won't give away the truth to your sister. She's probably the only person who could have summoned you, at least as far as an inexperienced master summoning without a catalyst is concerned. "She shows great promise, both as a student and as a leader, and I look forward to watching her continue to grow, for as long as she'll let me."
"Sounds like you like her a lot, then," Aífe says. "So tell me, have you given her the reward that so many of your other students have claimed from you?" You know exactly what your sister is implying, so it's wholly unnecessary for her to quantify her words by adding "Have you let her fuck you yet?"
"Don't be crass, sister," you say, wagging your chopsticks in your sister's face as you scold her. "It's true, I have given my body to many of my most exemplary students in the past, but that was only after years of training with me and only if they impressed me utterly with their mastery of all I had taught them. Kazumi has been training with me for only a few weeks, and it is only the promise of her future successes that impress me at the moment."
"But you would let her fuck you if she impressed you in the future, yes?"
"Only if she wished to," you say. "But I doubt that she does. At the moment, she displays an almost innocent embarrassment towards the idea of intimacy, and more than that, she has a girlfriend. When she comes of age to desire physical intimacy with another, I have no doubt that she would prefer her first time be with Niko, and not me."
"Did your student having a significant other besides yourself ever stop you before?"
"Am I not allowed to try and better myself from who I was in life?" you ask. "Niko may be an utter idiot – in fact, all of Kazumi's friends, save for Berserker's master, are utter idiots – but the love she has for Kazumi is genuine. I don't want to take that away from them for a casual fling with a student who hasn't even demonstrated an interest in sex."
"Are you sure about that?" You're almost insulted at first, that Aífe would suggest what you think she's suggesting, until she clarifies her statement with "That Boudica's master is not an idiot, I mean. She's stuck with the rest of those idiots so far, so how sure are you that she isn't an idiot herself?"
You know, maybe your sister has a point. But you won't concede it to her, because if you concede that Berserker's master is an idiot for sticking with her friends, then you'll also have to admit that Kazumi is an idiot for sticking with them as well; and that's something you won't do. "What about you, then?" you ask, changing the subject rather than admit defeat. "You're so keen on the idea of me sleeping with my master, but what about you? Perhaps you're just projecting your own lust for your master onto me?"
"You've got some nerve, sister, implying that I'd ever want to sleep with that wench."
"Well, you haven't expressed interest in anyone else while you've been here, have you?"
"What interest even is there for me to show?" Aífe downs the last of her beer, before slamming the mug down and signalling to the bartender for another. "The modern age sucks. Magic is weak, there's hardly any good fights to be had, and we've been summoned to a time and place where we're stuck having to clean up the messes our masters get into."
Aífe goes silent as the bartender pours her another beer, only for her to resume as soon as he's stopped giving her strange looks for the tongue she's been speaking in. "This whole thing with that 'Sidonia' woman is horseshit. My master and that insolent little master of Archer refuse to let me be used to my fullest ability. Rather than let me fight on the front lines, they stick me in their workshops and ask me to make things for them. It's infuriating. What's worse, the one time I was actually taken out and allowed to fight properly, that stupid Sidonia woman almost killed me!"
Aífe slumps over in her seat, sliding her half-finished beer away from her. "It's all so miserable," she says. "You're lucky, sister. You've actually found a reason to enjoy staying in the modern era."
You smile, and reach your hand over towards your sister. It's the first time you've so much as touched her in over two-thousand years, and yet here you are, rubbing her back and trying your best to make her feel better. "There, there," you say, not at all sure how effective your touch is being at soothing her. The bartender looks at her, wondering if she's perhaps had too much, but you shake your head. "I know it's not much of me to offer, but if you'd have me I'd be more than willing to be your reason to enjoy the modern era."
It's hardly much, but at least your master lets you go outside, so you at least know a few things about the comforts of this time period. "Is there anything you'd like to do for fun after dinner?
"What sort of things are there to do that I wouldn't be offended by?"
You aren't sure how to respond to your sister's question. There are plenty of things you could do in a city, but what could yousuggest that wouldn't piss her off?
[ ] See if the mall is still open; and if it is
-[ ] Pick out a movie that's playing that you'd both enjoy
-[ ] Go shopping; help your sister into a new wardrobe that isn't just her master's hand-me-downs
-[ ] Just wander around the mall and see if anything catches your eyes
[ ] Suggest some form of physical activity to help work off your sister's aggression
-[ ] Batting cages
-[ ] Rock climbing wall
-[ ] Grab a ball of some sort at a sporting goods store and have a few rounds with your sister, 1-on-1
-[ ] Just beat the crap out of each other until you're both satisfied
[ ] Take a walk through the park and continue talking
[ ] Find an establishment where you both can relax
-[ ] Onsen; or if neither of you feel like paying, just take a dip in the lake or the river nearby
-[ ] Massage parlour or spa; your sister's got a lot of stress she's holding in, maybe a massage or a spa treatment would do her some good
-[ ] Brothel; your sister needs to get laid
[ ] Other (write-in)