A little more and War will start. So far it's setup I guess.
Tomorrow, as promised the head of Einzbern family, Illyasviel and her Servant were on board of a jet that took them to Japan.
“Ahh, look. Everything is so tiny.” said Ilya as she looked through the window and saw a town big enough to be seen even from their height.
“Yes, it’s interesting. I never flied before as well.” answered Emilya when she gave in and looked outside as well. Soon, she sat back and straightening her coat, asked what wasn’t leaving her thoughts since she met her Master in that frozen forest clearing.
“What we are going to do when we’ll arrive there? I might be good with tactics, but devising strategies or dealing with powerful sorceries is not really for me. ” She lowered her voice, when she said ‘sorceries’, a habit, she got from Toko, acting up. A habit not to give any hints that she was a mage where she could be heard by others, or else someone from Magi Association might discover her and Toko’s hiding place and make a less then pleasant visit.
Ilya looked away and her white brow furrowed in thought.
“There’s about two moths left so we have enough time to plan…”
The girl trailed off when she noticed a strangely shaped cloud in a corner of her eye and, momentarily forgetting about everything, she stuck to the window again.
“Look, it’s shaped like one of my dolls!”
She kept occasionally exclaiming about shapes of the clouds or unusual sight below for a few hours, pulling Lancer to the window when the plane passed over something extraordinary, like Great Wall in China.
‘It’s good to see her happy and smiling.’ thought Emilya when her Master fell asleep without noticing it and Lancer gently changed Ilya’s position so the smaller girl would sleep on her lap, before returning to her thoughts about upcoming War and, to much lesser extent, to her memories of Sakura and Rider she lived with after Ilya gave her a new body and Rin, who protected her freedom at price of getting her career mostly shot.
‘I wonder what Zelretch wanted from me? I know that fulfilling a dream might have a price that can’t be paid.’ thought Emilya, running her hand through Ilya’s hair, causing the girl to try and snuggle closer.
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Emilya walked out of the airport, with still sleeping Ilya in her hands and stopped a cab that would take them to the train station.
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When they were already carried to Fuyuki city by a train, Ilya woke up and rubbing her eyes, asked.
“Where are we, Lancer?”
“We’re on the train to Fuyuki already. You slept so good that I decided not to wake you.”
“You should’ve woken me up. I would’ve recognized a Master at the airport if they decided to arrive today.”
“Sorry. I’ll wake you up next time.” answered Emilya, thinking that after they’ll arrive to Einzbern’s castle near Fuyuki, first thing she’ll do would be taking Ilya for a walk and some ice-cream. She wasn’t sure why she wanted that, maybe to catch up for all the fun times with Ilya she missed because of Heaven’s Feel or simply introduce the girl to the joys of living she was denied while she lived back in Germany.
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“Here we are, Lancer. Sella and Leysritt must’ve already prepared the castle for us.” said Ilya as they walked to forest clearing where castle of Einzbern family stood.
Looking at the forest around her, Emilya remembered how they fought against Shadow, lost her arm only to be replaced by Archer’s and she felt light phantom pain appear for several seconds that took these memories to pass by.
“It’ll be fun spending some time here in peace.” she said, not to Ilya, but commenting on her thoughts.
“Not for long. We still must search for other Masters so we would know who to kill when War starts.” answered Ilya, walking to the castle, where her maids were already waiting for at the door.
Breaking away from her memories, Lancer sighed and caught up with Ilya.
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“Castle is prepared.” said Leysritt, bowing to Illyasviel and barely managed to hold back a gasp when she saw the woman behind younger girl.
That woman was most likely a Servant they expected to arrive with Illyasviel, but maid noticed her hair, ruby eyes and face that was a splitting image of a woman, as Leysritt knew, Ilya would grow one day and hesitated.
“Who are you?”
Lancer smiled and formally bowing, just like she was taught by Sella, answered.
“I’m Emilya von Einzbern. I’m Ilya’s Servant in this War.”
“Forgive my question.” said the maid and turned to Ilya.
“Shall I prepare the room for Emilya?”
“No, I’ll dematerialize her. She’s a Servant after all.”
“Fine. But can we go for some ice-scream later?” asked Emilya, not really expecting that she’ll be treated as a human.
She hoped that once they’ll know each other, she might nudge Ilya from the path of killing Masters they’ll meet. Emilya herself could care less what happens to Zouken, Shinji or Kotomine, but she wanted to save her other self, Sakura and Rin from as much grief as possible.
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Soon, after a brief meal, they walked through the town towards Emiya residence to see what the boy was doing, but stopped at a café for some ice-cream as Lancer suggested.
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The waiter that brought them the frozen treat, paused at their table pretending to look through his notebook he wrote orders in, to take a look at unusual looking woman and thinking of how he could attract her attention and maybe take her phone number if he was lucky enough.
“Ahh, delicious!” exclaimed Emilya, her face lighting with satisfaction, when the sensation of ice-cream melting in her mouth hit and almost immediately felt that their table was hit by something.
Looking at the source, she saw the waiter pushing himself off the table he used to restore his balance and dashed away, clutching his nose.
Ruby eyed woman snickered, thinking that it always worked like a charm and decided to speak with Ilya before the memories of why neither she nor Sakura never had any children, besides obvious reasons, came to mind.
“So, what are you going to do with Shiro when we’ll meet him?” she asked, taking another scoop.
“I’ll ask him to become my servant and if he betrays me as well, I’ll turn him into a doll or kill him.” answered the girl, causing her Servant to choke.
“Ilya!” exclaimed Lancer when her coughing died down.” You can’t… mustn’t do it. He never knew that you existed and he never intended to hurt anyone.”
“He took my father away and neither of them ever came to me. I’ve waited for ten years for my revenge and don’t forget that I’m your Master. If I order then you’ll kill him yourself.” answered Ilya, her image of a young girl that was enjoying her ice-cream sharply contrasting with her words, as well as what Emilya could see in her eyes.
‘It’s so easy to forget how I first met her and Berserker.’ thought taller woman, remembering how easily, even casually, Ilya ordered her Servant to kill them, when they first met as Masters.
Any opinions? Also what do you think of Emilya's and Ilya's characters? Were they done well?
http://akibakko.net/555 Here's what as I think Emilya should look like.(except for the weapon)
Can somebody describe her clothing? I think I don't have broad enough vocabulary to do that.
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Now only Assassin, Saber and Berserker are not original.
Although not really a reality marble, it's still a powerful spell
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