[X] [Find the Castle]
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
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"Circe, are you alright?" you ask, turning your attention towards your teacher. Her arm still hung uselessly at her side from where she got clipped by that swordswoman.
Circe's eyes flit to you, and for once the smile on her face dims a little. "I shall be fine my dear pupil. Do not worry about this grand witch. What do you wish to do?"
She doesn't move to heal her arm, and you stare at her for a moment longer before looking over to Assassin and Archer. "We're going to continue looking for Illya's castle, could you two continue what you were doing?" you frown, looking past them towards the direction Rin ran off to. "We'll get nowhere chasing after her right now." Not with how powerful her servant was, you weren't in a position to deal with that at the moment, especially since it seemed Rin was no longer holding back in any capacity.
The image of that woman flashed in your mind for a moment, and you contained a grimace and a slight slump as the two servants leapt off the roof with little more than nods. Your attempts to hide any discomfort however, are apparently for naught as you feel a hand place itself upon your shoulder. Turning your head to look, you find Medea standing there, a carefully constructed expression of
nothing on her face. "Master, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," you straighten yourself out. You're fine. It would do you no good at the moment to dwell on it, you should have expected this was going to continue happening. Though you very much wished it wouldn't. There was nothing you could do for that woman, nor was there anything you could do about Rin at the moment… but you would.
You feel the hand shift, and you catch Medea looking at Circe for a moment. Stepping forward, Medea wraps her arms around you and Fujimaru and leaps off the building.
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In any other time, the forest would have been beautiful. Tall proud trees, old, far older than the city of Fuyuki itself surrounded the village. Small little dirt paths, frozen over ponds, and mounds of snow both on the ground and the trees decorated it. And with the sun glittering off of the white frost, it was genuinely breathtaking to see from the air. You had never flown before, at least, not from a plane. And now, seeing it without being carried by Rider? At a more sedate pace? You could honestly admit it was lovely.
You had never spent much time in the woods as a child. Kiritsugu had little interest in hiking, nor did Taiga. And with it being over four miles away from home, it was too far for you to simply wander. So, in truth, you had never much thought about the great forest that surrounded Fuyuki. Much less did you wonder about a gargantuan castle hiding
within it. But as you sailed through the air, through the cold. You couldn't help but wonder why you never had. You flew just above the treetops, yourself tucked underneath Medea's right arm, while Fujimaru occupied her left. Just ahead, Sakura and Circe flew as well. Your childhood friend held snugly within Circe's wings as the witch sailed through the air. Neither witch was traveling at a particularly fast pace, partially so that you could take your time to look around, partially so that you could avoid being ambushed, and partially so the poor pitiful humans wouldn't be frozen to death by hundred mile an hour winds.
The search had been made in silence for the last half hour, your frustration mounting both from the absolutely catastrophe that was the morning, and the fact that somehow a
castle was remaining hidden from you. You glance up towards Medea, the witch's eye flitting from spot to spot as she flies over the forest. She had been against this plan, but now that it had begun she was giving it her al-
"At least it's warmer than the last time I was in a place like this." Fujimaru says.
You turn to look at the other Magus. She has raised her hands to her face, rubbing them against her cheeks for a moment before clasping them underneath her armpits. "Last time?"
Fujimaru nods. "Twice… well, three times, but one didn't really count. I was stuck traipsing through Russia, then Scandinavia. Both were… less than pleasant."
"This servant must be quite dear to you to place your trust in another master so easily." Caster says, not bothering to look down.
Fujimaru's eyes flit up to the witch, then she smiles. "Yes, yes she is."
"We'll find her," you promise.
Fujimaru's smile widens, a genuine, pretty thing that almost makes the scars on her face fade away. "Thanks gramps!"
"... Gramps?" you reply, as Medea looks down at Fujimaru in confusion.
Fujimaru blinks, then she moves a hand to rub the side of her head as her cheeks flush. "Sorry, you reminded me of someone else?"
You're a taller than average athlete with bright red hair living in Japan. You get that all the time really. But you don't comment on it. "This servant of yours, what does she look like?"
Fujimaru pauses in the rubbing, and she adopts a look of relief as she realized you changed the subject. "My height, short pink hair. She carries a shield the same size she is."
Well, that will be easy to spot at the very least.
Hopefully Illya knew something, it was a long shot. But you wanted to speak to her anyway, to make sure she was alright if nothing el-
Circe halted, Sakura letting out a yelp at the sudden stop. Medea herself was also stopped, a stricken look on her face. You, for your part, were barely breathing. The reason for that was quite simple. A woman was standing on the ground just below you, her long purple hair waving ever so slightly in the breeze. Around her arm was wrapped a long and winding chain, of course, while long, only a foot of it was left there, the other half, including the blade sticking out on the end of it, was wrapped around your throat.
You could feel the cold metal press against your flesh. And you forced yourself to control your breathing. If Illya's servant wanted you dead, you wouldn't live to be intimidated. How a woman dressed in purple standing in the middle of a white forest managed to be
sneaky you haven't the slightest idea, but then, these servants have hardly been normal anyway.
"If you have come to see Illya, she will welcome you Shirou Emiya." Rider says calmly. "However, she would wish for you to come
alone. I will not suffer a small army to intrude upon the domain of my master."
The chains then loosen, falling off of you and wrapping back around her arm. She then simply stands there, staring up at you… an odd thing considering the lack of visible eyes. Seemingly uncaring that both Medea and Circe were now pointing their weapons at her.
… This could get ugly.
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[] [We're all going]
[] [Myself and Caster are going]
[] [Myself and Fujimaru are going]
[] [I'll go alone]