[ following orders is what rider does. regardless of their nature, regardless of her own thoughts and reservations, the pain, the frustration, the impatience that wells within her when she hears them —
covert operation is not her strong suit, especially not so when she's resigned herself to the shell of the black armor, the container for her vengeance. following orders without a grumble is what rider does, and so despite the debrief mentioning disguises and alternate identities, rider flipped through the digital wardrobe until she'd found something suitable. the sooner she can infiltrate, the sooner she can proceed to the part of the mission where she summons her blade.
the sooner she can end this.
something — a voice, perhaps, or instinct sharper than a sword (a twisted sort of fate) — told her what to say at the door.
"my partner will be late. i'd like to ensure i obtain a worthy booth for the both of us before they're all gone."
any insistence was met with firm assurances that she'd let the higher ups, her connections, her family know of security's ignorance and incompetence. learned haughtiness from the ancient capital's nobles; she'd have threatened bodily harm were that still in fashion. she suspects it's not.
it's not but ten minutes later that she feels it. like a lightning bolt from the core of her to the other, like a connection once severed sparking to life once again.
her master is here.
but the magic fades. no, what was once a tether between the both of them has been severed by this world. a familiar frustration rises in her; she'd had hoped to keep this form hidden from shousetsu for just a little longer. how unfortunate, when they had been so close to winning the ritual together. all they needed was to defeat saber and their master—
no, no matter. this was good news. together, they can eliminate all plaguing this world all the more quickly, they can leave and return to pursuing their shared dream.
ah, but shousetsu seems caught off-guard. no doubt she hardly recognizes her own servant as she is. rider approaches the security interrogating her master, stepping between them. lowly, evenly: ]
I believe I told your lot I was expecting my partner any moment now. This is your last warning. You know not who you're speaking to.
[ and they really ... really don't. with a deep bow, the guard shuffles off. ]
spoilers for f/sr from this point on
covert operation is not her strong suit, especially not so when she's resigned herself to the shell of the black armor, the container for her vengeance. following orders without a grumble is what rider does, and so despite the debrief mentioning disguises and alternate identities, rider flipped through the digital wardrobe until she'd found something suitable. the sooner she can infiltrate, the sooner she can proceed to the part of the mission where she summons her blade.
the sooner she can end this.
something — a voice, perhaps, or instinct sharper than a sword (a twisted sort of fate) — told her what to say at the door.
"my partner will be late. i'd like to ensure i obtain a worthy booth for the both of us before they're all gone."
any insistence was met with firm assurances that she'd let the higher ups, her connections, her family know of security's ignorance and incompetence. learned haughtiness from the ancient capital's nobles; she'd have threatened bodily harm were that still in fashion. she suspects it's not.
it's not but ten minutes later that she feels it. like a lightning bolt from the core of her to the other, like a connection once severed sparking to life once again.
her master is here.
but the magic fades. no, what was once a tether between the both of them has been severed by this world. a familiar frustration rises in her; she'd had hoped to keep this form hidden from shousetsu for just a little longer. how unfortunate, when they had been so close to winning the ritual together. all they needed was to defeat saber and their master—
no, no matter. this was good news. together, they can eliminate all plaguing this world all the more quickly, they can leave and return to pursuing their shared dream.
ah, but shousetsu seems caught off-guard. no doubt she hardly recognizes her own servant as she is. rider approaches the security interrogating her master, stepping between them. lowly, evenly: ]
I believe I told your lot I was expecting my partner any moment now. This is your last warning. You know not who you're speaking to.
[ and they really ... really don't. with a deep bow, the guard shuffles off. ]