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| characters | Open to all!

| date/time | Friday, July 31

| location | Outside the Tree

| rating | PG? Maybe higher for language.

| summary | A cheerful field day followed by fleeing from weather.

After the adventure, Fuu supposed the need to hold some kind of competitive field day wasn't so great, but not everyone had been involved and it seemed they'd had a number of new arrivals in that time.

So it still seemed natural to give people an outlet to run around and compete without having to deal with life-or-death situations. Aerial races and a game of capture-the-flag would be a lot of fun, especially with the spate of youth that had struck.

[ooc: Feel free to make your own threads for racing, running around, and the like! I have to go to work and won't be able to tag or do the Lightning Oops thread 'till later so really don't be shy.]

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Saber was worried about the amount of children or younger, amnesiac acquaintances that had become an influx. She suspected what could be wrong and felt obliged to protect them from harm, including the one that they might do to each others.

For this reason, she was perched on a top branch, wings folded against her back and observing the field outside of the tree, trying to guard those she could or play a fair arbiter for their matches.

While Ivaera's drive to compete isn't especially strong at present, she can't deny Garahel an outlet to run around and make some new friends. Since they now have a stable supply of glitter dust, she doesn't feel that using it on him is frivolous and so for at least the next hour, an airborne mabari will be having the time of his life. The elf woman will find a good spot to perch and watch both him and the games, making sure that he doesn't pester anyone who doesn't want the attention.

While Illya herself didn't necessary need an outlet because she honestly didn't care for violence, when it came to running, the small magical girl was rather talented, which was why she'll be practicing her laps a little over here, looking quite enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. It looks like she has no problems with running- she's rather fast, however, and it seems that she believes this isn't enough, either.

"Haah... haah... Not enough. I still have to get even faster."

Of course, if she sees someone, she might wave them down for a race. That's what this whole thing was for, wasn't it?

Edited 2015-08-02 02:07 (UTC)

Owain gave the slim little twig in his hands a few experimental swings, then nodded in satisfaction. It was no Mystletainn, but it would serve. He didn't want it to actually hurt anyone, after all--this was supposed to be a game, or as he preferred to think of it, a training exercise.

When he'd had the premise of capture-the-flag explained to him, he'd immediately seen the potential. It'd sounded like a lot of fun, sure, but what would make it even better? Weapons, obviously! Why just chase after each other for a flag when they could face each other in honourable combat for it? He'd dubbed his improved version of the game "valiant-struggle-to-the-death-for-the-flag", and it was going to be awesome.

He'd leave the defence of his own team's flag to some of his teammates; offence had always been his stronger suit. The time had now come to venture forth, defeat his foes, locate and seize their flag, and attain glorious victory!

"Forth, Woodwhacker!" he addressed his twig, raising it aloft. "Our destiny awaits!"

It looks like most everyone in the tree is some measure of two legged creature. Arj is mostly over the shock, but he still slinks around the branches and roots most of the time, still unsure what to make of them. It's not that they exist - Ryll has plenty of oddities - but that they talk. Things that aren't kiarrcat shaped aren't meant to talk.

But there's a gathering going on, and it seems that the tree and its inhabitants aren't the product of a bad hallucination after all, and maybe he ought to try getting to know them?

Which is how he comes across the child, running in determined loops, as if pressing herself to do better each time. That's something he understands.

He's careful when he steps forward. He hasn't been here long, but he's used to people startling at his appearance, even if it's laughable that such a lanky creature could cause any real damage. So he tries to look friendly as best he can, ears perked forward in interest. "What's that you're doing there?"

At least Shirou doesn't seem to have been affected by the recent goings-on. Right now, he's investigating the events Fuu set up, a faint frown on his face.

"I'm not sure this is safe," he complains. "We have no idea if--"

If what? For some reason, he can't pin down just what the dangers of this place are. Something's a little off. He forces himself to ignore it--he's good at ignoring things that would otherwise bother him.

He just shakes his head. "Well, anyway, I'll keep an eye out for everyone. Is that all right?"

A close observer might note that he looks a little bit older, a little bit taller than Shirou was when last seen around the tree. Strange, that. Even more strange, while if someone with spiritual senses focuses directly upon him, he'll seem like a normal human being with just a bit of magical capability...if their attention wanders, he'll start to feel like a spirit of some kind. Like an optical illusion that only works when one looks directly at it.

Edited 2015-08-02 21:22 (UTC)

"What destiny's that?" asks the somewhat skeptical-looking young man approaching from nearby. "It probably doesn't exactly await, you know. We're stuck in a tree. I...think."

he looks a bit uncertain for a moment, then visibly shakes it off.

Saber notices Shirou's arrival from her tall branch, from the height she does not perceive the slight height difference or perceives his nature as a Servant. It is not until she drops down, gracefully landing near him and amicably uttering "Shirou—" to call his attention when it hits her.

She frowns as she studies him with widen eyes. He looks older and taller than he looked last night. Has he gotten a growth spurt overnight? And then, there is a vague presence of something that is not human. With so many becoming younger all of a sudden, could it be that he is— It does not matter, she thinks, interrupting her thoughts. Shirou is Shirou.

Her pledge to protect him remains unchanged, even if her contract is now with Illyasviel. It has been for his sake she has done it.

"I will assist you in this endeavor."

While Illya herself was practicing her running around the tree, when she sees the familiar face, all she can do is slid to a halt, blinking several times as she barely notices that there's something off about him. But she ignores it, uncaring of the situation.

After all, he is Emiya Shirou, regardless of the fact that he isn't, she insistently reminds herself, her older brother.

"Shirou-san," Illya beamed, already in her magical girl garb, Ruby in her dominant hand, "what are you up to?" It seemed that she hadn't heard his earlier words, too distracted from her running, as is evident by her heavy breathing.

Fuu couldn't say she was surprised to find Saber keeping back from the games themselves, but she had been entertaining a hope that she might participate of their own accord. Still, Fuu could try to offer some encouragement on that score.

"Hello, Saber-san! You certainly do have a good view up here," she said. "Have you ever been in a field day before?"

...It was a slightly disingenuous question because Saber had probably been in tourneys before, which this would pale in comparison to. But it would still start a conversation.

"Emiya!"

Rin's already made a promise not to compete (because she's the exact kind of person who takes these things too seriously), but that doesn't keep her from mingling with the others. Upon seeing a familiar face, her mood lifts significantly and soon she's crossing to grab for his hand with both of her own.

She's a different person around Shirou than she is with others, especially Archer. Her mood is more upbeat and the smile she gives him is honest. Right now, she's more human than magus which is why she doesn't recognize anything as being off. Her fingers search for his in a manner meant to try locking their hands together, the girl being more affectionate than usual.

"We can watch out for everyone together, all right?"

Fuu could be found anywhere around the proceedins. She would be happy to engage in a race, either on foot or on the wing, with anyone who asked, or to shoot against someone at the archery butts, or even to sit and chat while watching the others.

Naturally, she was also keeping a weather eye on the participants for any sign of injury or undue fatigue, ready to swoop in with a Healing Wind if necessary--it wouldn't do for a fun event to end in broken bones or heat stroke, after all.

Mika hasn't been taking to his 'captivity' in this strange place well. The past several days he's mostly kept to himself (or at least tried to) while scouring every corner of the tree and surrounding area for even the slightest hint of how to return to his own world. Needless to say, his efforts have largely been fruitless thus far, and as the days tick by he's gotten increasingly restless and anxious. It wasn't just that he had unfinished business back home, but that even carefully rationing himself, his supply of Krul's blood was dwindling, and when that ran out... Well, Mika didn't like to think about what his choices would be at that point.

(That, perhaps, the life stream itself might take the edge off his thirst for blood wasn't an idea that had even occurred to him, at least not yet.)

Still, though, it was hard to ignore the commotion that was going on outside, and Mika had to at least see what was going on before returning to his brooding. At the moment, he sat on the exposed top of a root at the base of the tree, watching what everyone else was up to.

"Huh, Tohsaka--?" He's only just turning to face her when he feels her hand in his own.

He blinks.

Then he yelps. "Tohsaka! You can't just take a guy's hand without warning him! It's dangerous!"

It's even more dangerous because she's smiling so sincerely. Why does his heart jump in his chest when he sees that? He doesn't understand. It's just Tohsaka--of course he likes her, but what is this deeper feeling?

"Uh, Saber?" For a moment, looking at her, he feels terribly out of sorts. Like some fresh chance to fix an old wrong is presenting itself to him. But why should he feel like that? It's just Saber. Of course she's around here with him!

"It's all right," he says as he recovers. "Don't worry about it--you should go and have fun. I'll watch out for you from here, okay?"

"Without warning?" Indignant, she looks down at their hands together with a scrutinizing look in her eyes. What seemed like a harmless way to greet him has turned against her.

Didn't they discard warnings months ago whenever they chose to become one? He's the one who filled her head with stupid thoughts that cause a dull ache in her chest to intensify any time her mind drifts towards him.

"Do I need to ask for permission from now on? Emiya-kun, may I hold your hand please? Emiya-kun, may I kiss the tip of your--"

She's truly the devil.

The young girl manages to visibly jump back in surprise, blood red eyes widening. This was definitely a fresh face that she hadn't seen before. While she's not necessarily surprised about his appearance - she has a talking stick in her dominant hand, and she's still wearing her magical girl outfit. Not that it really matters.

Wiping the sweat off her brow, she hitches another breath trying to keep herself calm as her lips tug upwards into a bright, calming smile. "I'm practicing my running, since we're going to compete. I'm going to try and win!" Her nostrils flare up with what seems to be sheer confidence as she pulls her arms in, fists clenched into tight balls at her sides.

"I've never seen you around here before, are you new?"

He looks at her, baffled now.

"You can't kiss the tips of my fingers if you're holding my hand, Tohsaka." That seems obvious to him.

"Hey, wait." Something else occurs to him. "I guess you could kiss the tip of my nose, so--"

Wait a moment.

"Tohsaka's talking about kissing me?!"

He frantically pinches at his arm with his free hand. This is a dream. There's no reason for her to say any of these things to him--they're just acquaintances who were briefly allies, aren't they?

(No, that's not quite it--)

"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." She mutters under her breath, each word growing louder in her disbelief.

Weren't they pass this by now?

Her fingers leave his as she pulls back away from him with a hurt look in her eyes. Didn't Archer say they had been gone for over three weeks? Did he-? No, there's no way his mind could have changed in all that time unless there had been another girl?

(No, that can't be right either: no one is as good as Rin Tohsaka so why would he substitute her for another?)

Unless Sakura..?

No, she would have heard first thing if her sister returned here. Then did Archer and Shirou have a fight? It's possible they bickered over her, like two boys competing for the same trophy, but that's stupid. She can handle the both of them so what's with him right now?

"You just need a reminder." With that "warning", she steps in and kisses his lips gently.

Edited 2015-08-03 01:16 (UTC)

"Indeed, destiny is something you must grasp yourself," Fuu agreed, but with a very arch smile. She had a hard time restraining a giggle at Owain even naming a bit of twig as though it was a legendary weapon. She had no doubt that he was going to make the game much more interesting than the typical school version.

It was nice to see Shirou-san too, though he seemed a little out of spirits. "We are stuck in a tree, but we seem to be making progress, and after a great deal of difficulty. Most likely, that's something to be pleased with."

That pained look in her eyes stops him for a moment, and he just blinks at her. "R--" He almost says something in protest, but his throat closes up around the name. Did he really just almost call her by her given name? That's impossible, he'd never do a thing like that, so why is it the first thing that comes to mind when he sees her distressed?

He's still mulling on this when she says something else. "It's all right, Tohsaka, don't--" He starts to say, automatically, not really thinking about it.

Then she kisses him. His mind goes blank. Her lips are very soft. Inside his head everything is white. She's warm and smells nice, like a girl. He's about to die.

Her lips linger only long enough to remind him before she takes a step back while clasping her hands behind her back. Swaying playfully, she waits for him to speak before realizing he's probably too dumbfounded to do so in the first place.

"Do you remember now, Emiya?" She asks as she rocks side to side.

"There's no set of lips here that are better than mine so you better not forget that or else I'll split yours in half with my knuckles."

Bit by bit, his sanity starts to return to him, if he ever had it.

"What do you mean, Tohsaka?" He lifts a hand to rub absently at his mouth in his confusion. "'Here'? There's no way...there's no way there's any lips anywhere that are better than yours. That's just how it is."

He shakes his head a little, though. "But I don't remember. I don't--" Something sparks in his eyes as he speaks. It looks a little like fear.

He's trying not to remember. There's something that will destroy him if he recalls it.

"Emiya..?" It's then she notices something is off about him or at least more off than usual. He's always been strange, but that's something she's enjoyed when speaking with him.

Magi are drawn to the supernatural after all.

"Is something troubling you?"

"It's not--no way, I'm not troubled."

Normally he'd be able to sincerely believe it when he says something like that. He'd smile and mean it, content in the moment with his empty life and the dream he follows to sustain it.

He feels a little too fractured for that right now, though, and his words lack conviction. "I just, I think I forgot something. I wouldn't leave the stove on, so I'm not sure what it is. If it were important I'm sure I'd remember it..."

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