REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION

[daisy023]

[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.

Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.

More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.

Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.

She mutters to herself.]


I've seen this before... I left this back there.

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[daisy023]

[Daisy is in disbelief.

She touches the armor, looking for dents that were no longer there. It was just as perfect as moment they showed her this suit of armor. As beautiful as the moment she got to meet it, and with even the reflextive coating in perfect condition.

Her helmet would take time to repair, and she understood it well, but for the suit itself... she has no words. She will still regard magic with caution, and paranoia. But for all she knows, is that she owes this man a lot.]

...Thank you.

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Now you don't have to worry about getting hurt because that's a nice piece of equipment.

[daisy023]

My line of job is based around that. [If only her armor being all-protecting was true.]

I'll find a way to get all of this somewhere. Someplace with more time to suit up, and get everything in order.

[She holds her helmet, and the pieces of the shattered faceplate.]

Mind if I contact you when I need it?

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

[Shirou gives her a nod.]

Anytime you want. I don't mind, even if it's for something small.

[daisy023]

Acknowledged.

[Just as she grabs the helmet, and prepares to dismantle the armor before leaving, she stops. He has helped her not only with intel, but repairing her armor - a part of herself, a part of her soul. For a Spartan, there is no greater favor.

She slowly turns her head.]

...Daisy.

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

You can call me Shirou, Daisy.

[daisy023]

[She mutters the name, as she holds the helmet. Sob. You are too nice.]

Shirou.

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

Well, unless you're the type to call people by their family name. Then you can call me Emiya.

[daisy023]

Shirou Emiya. [She remembers a bit of her language classes. Japanese names come first.] Understood.

...Thanks

[And she proceeds to dismantle the armor, piece by piece.]

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Did you need anything else?

[daisy023]

[She could become emotionally close to him. It was her armor he fixed, but for her good, she decides to take with caution her newfound friendship. After a thoughtful pause, she answers. Not with emotion, but with a gentle tone.]

That will be all, Mr. Emiya. I will do the rest on my own.

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

Alright. If you find a journal, it belongs to you. You can use that to contact me if you need anything else.

[daisy023]

[That thing that's in a convenient desk just right of where Daisy looks with hesitance, for instance.]

It's already been following me, but understood.

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

You can keep it and talk to everyone with it. Think of it like a radio.

[daisy023]

[She looks at you as if you have gone rampant bonkers.]

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

It's true. And whatever you write in there will be shown to other people.

[daisy023]

[Not helping.

...

Still, she picks the journal up, and gives it to you.]

Prove it.

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

[he pushes it back and pulls his own journal out of the back of his pants]

Open yours up to a blank page.

[daisy023]

[And so she does. She opens the page in front of the two of them.]

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

[He opens his up too.]

See, look. If I talk into it, you can hear what I'm saying plus it transcribes it.

[And sure enough, a picture of him appears on the blank page and it repeats exactly what he said along with writing it out.]

[daisy023]

[..............

She closes the journal. Still staring at it.]

Now I am starting to question my sanity.

[swordboning.livejournal.com]

Y-You'll get used to it.

[daisy023]

[She puts a palm on her forehead. This is all too much.]

I will hope you are right, Mr. Emiya.