8x Accel

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[This is about the first time in Mayfield anyone should see Kiritsugu losing his composure. Carrying a large backpack and holding the Thompson Contender in one hand, he's going through the streets, searching for one person in particular. A .30-06 Springfield round rests inside. Truthfully, the Magus Killer was already considering trading in his trademark firearm for one more apt for combat, but the current situation encourages its use. Against weaker enemies, Kiritsugu was almost always able to land in the 982 mps shot, which, when aimed correctly, was more than enough to turn its target body part into a fine mist. Of course, it helps that he has a more accurate weapon than the Calico, in case he finds any of the undead attempting to attack his daughter. A gas mask, which may have been either bought or looted, given his methods, hangs from his neck. Blood, none of it his own, stains several parts of his suit. Sadly, even after departing the world reeking of blood, Kiritsugu still hasn't grown unaccustomed to seeing it everywhere. It seems that this is another curse that will haunt him until his death.]

[That has little to do with his willingness to do away with anything that finds him, however. No matter how despicable, Kiritsugu's willing to resort to any means if it means his famliy will be safe.]

Ilya! ...Ilya!!

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[Being without her magic or her protector was an alarming thing in this kind of situation. Despite that, Ilya didn't seem terribly afraid. No matter what she might have felt, or how much danger she was in, crying and whining was beneath her. And she was afraid. The odds were stacked very heavily against her. But she's seen and lived through things just as dangerous.

Thankfully, the zombies she'd come across so far were extremely unintelligent - and rather slow, compared to an eighteen year old girl in a ten year old's body. They're familiar and wrong at the same time. Part of her thinks she hates them.]

You don't give up, do you?!

[Ilya has no training in fighting with weapons or hands. She's been taught to rely on Berserker. As a result, the most she can do is to keep running. Hearing the familiar voice is both a relief and a worry; she doesn't want to lead these things to him. Even if part of her is still bitter, deep down. She doesn't want to lose him again.]

I'm over here... [The words come out too quietly and she repeats them louder, not sure how far he is.]

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[Without a second's delay to express his relied, Kiritsugu heads in the direction of Ilya's voice. By the time two of the dead on the way there have noticed his presence, the Contender has already finished its job. Reloading the single-shot pistol is a chore, yes, but the speed of his enemies compensates for that, and the spread of infected particles is much lower than with his submachine gun.]

[Upon finding her, Kiritsugu smiles for a second, before displaying all the concern he can gather on his face. It's... dissonant, to say the least, considering what he's been doing the entire afternoon, but he has always excelled at assuming a new persona when facing his family. Though he puts a hand on her shoulder, he does not hug her. By now, Kiritsugu has realized the virus is transmitted through fluids, and though not that dangerous, Kiritsugu's coat reeks of the blood of the undead.]

Are you okay? Have you been hurt?

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No. I was too fast. They just wouldn't leave me alone!

[She looks up at him, mentally amused by the way he looks concerned while soaked in blood. It's a familiar sight and smell, that acidic coppery taste in the air too easy to recognise. Now more than ever she refuses to show how afraid she was. Not in front of him.]

They don't seem to be summoned. If they were, targetting the magus behind it would work. But they just keep coming and there's no way an ordinary magus would have that amount of power.

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With the number of Masters and Servants, we'd have heard already if prana were used in any part of the town. It looks like it's a disease. Here...

[Reaching for his backpack displays a couple of other firearms in case his normal ammunition isn't enough, but what he draws is far more inoffensive. With one hand, he hands Ilya a respirator, much like the one hanging from his neck.]

Just in case. We need to get to safe ground. Can you follow me?

[His other hand, however, focuses on disposing of another zombie, quickly prompting him to replace the pistol's bullet yet again. A faint feeling of guilt at killig in front of his daughter permeates him, much like the time he had to do so in front of Irisviel.]

Tch. Sorry, Ilya...

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[ A huge shadow looms over Kiritsugu, and a deep voice booms to him. ]

You're looking for the small girl, yes? I'll help you find her.

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[Kiritsugu's extremely wary for a second. Having Garviel be infected would be the worst possible case.]

[However, he's fully aware by now that Garviel has some sort of code of honor. Seeing as the infection retains the personality of kidnapped people, this is unlikely to be a ruse.]

...

Thank you.

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THen it is time for us to Kill for the living, and kill for the dead. [ He turns his back on Kiritsugu, and heads towards the Zombies, trying to cut him a path. ]

HER SCENT LEADS THIS WAY! [ He roars, as he bisects another zombie with the shrieking chainsword, loosing steaming organs onto the ground. ]

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[The thought of a disease was worrying. If it was airborne, they were likely already infected. Ilya really hopes it isn't.

She takes the respirator from him without protest, nodding firmly as she hangs it around her own neck. She might not be as fast as him, but there's no way she'll admit that when he's so busy killing zombies.]

I'll make it. Where are we going?

[The sight of the death barely fazes her, and she looks up at her father with calm eyes.]

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[Kiritsugu's not sure if that's a good thing, but he certainly takes notice of it. Mentally, he curses Jubstacheit for the training they must have put her through.]

The church. There's a large number of people there, and defenses have already been put up.

I fail. ORZ

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Where's the church? Is it really strong enough to defend against them? They're slow, but there's a lot of them.

Not at all!

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Don't worry. There's a large number of people with powers in there. If that's not enough, then I've made preparations to slow them down. None of them will get to us.

[He wants to promise it to her, but he knows that's not something he should do too frequently around her. Will make that memory from ten years ago look all the worse.]

[The thought that he'll have to blow up the path they're taking once they get to safety crosses his mind. Wouldn't do if they were followed.]

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[She looks hesitant for a moment before nodding. Glancing over her shoulders, she casts a look down at the desolate streets and the creatures in the distance before turning back to him. There's a sort of wickedness in her, she knows; she wants to see these preparations in action. Part of her hopes the creatures die from it, disease or no.]

Should I put this on? [She taps the respirator.]

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I've found the disease is transmitted through fluids. As long as they don't bite or cut us, we should be fine. It's best to be prepared though, don't you think?

[That is to say, your dad's kind of paranoid, Ilya.]

My apologies for lateness!

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Of course! [Part of her is grateful for the paranoia; she's been on edge ever since coming here, so it's good to know Kiritsugu is a strong person who is prepared for everything. She hesitates, then tugs a pair of gloves out of her pocket and pulls them on. Just in case.]

Being prepared is far better than being too relaxed. The worst it will do is tire you.

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[Kiritsugu lets out a small smile. Hasn't gotten any less dissonant.]

If it's only that, then I can bear it. Especially for you.

[The fact that he's used to feeling physically terrible has a lot to do with it, too. Respite finds him when sees the Church in the distance.]

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[A little more energetic now, she runs a short distance ahead, turning to look at him with a bright smile. The dissonance is almost dizzying; Kiritsugu seems to have become such an enigma over the years. By all rights, she should be trying to kill him, like she had Shirou. Instead, she just smiles.]

Are you going to stay in the church too? Or are you going to look for more survivors?

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Don't worry. Daddy will stay there and figure out what to do.

[He tries to phrase the next statement in the most casual way possible, but he's still nervous about the subject of departing from her side.]

I'll only leave if any residents try to take advantage of the situation. They're still more dangerous than the other hostiles.

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[Oh... yes, that would be true. These monsters were numerous, but weak. If any of the people brought here had regained powers or weapons, they could be far more dangerous.]

You'll come back this time, right? If you have to go.

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I will... I'll be back before you know it, Ilya.

[There's no other alternative. He won't let things go the way they once did. This time, he'll definitely succeed in protecting her.]

[Kiritsugu may have to circumvent around actually making promises, but at the very least... he'll allow making that one to himself.]

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Then I'll let you go this time.

[She sounds serious, although there's no way she could really stop him if she tried. Not like this. Still, her body feels less weakened than it would have at home, so at the least she could have hugged his legs or something.]