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[maguskiller]

[1488 Kramden Road]

[Well... This isn't Fuyuki.]

[Kiritsugu hasn't been doing so well since the fire. Even if it was a month ago, he still finds a little of his strength leaving him with every passing day. The last thing he needed was to wake up in a place completely unfamiliar to him.]

[Trying to regain his bearings, he starts looking around the house, trying to see if Shirou has been taken along with him. Text on the few devices he finds informs him that this is an english-speaking country. He's been to America before, and is able to recognize it from features of the architecture, but... this certainly doesn't look like the modern America he's been to.]

[Even when he futilely reaches for his missing firearms, he keeps his composure. He simply decides to be more silent in his inspection of the house.]

[Public]

[Fortunately, compared to what he'll eventually become, Kiritsugu's in great shape. He's still able to walk around the town with no effort. It isn't long until he decides that his main priority is to get the layout of this place, as well as whatever info he hasn't collected yet. Kiritsugu realizes that his attempts to escape may take a while, and he doesn't like to be in the dark.]

[He may be searching for a weapons shop on the side, too. Just in case.]

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[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[And that's when he walks by a ginormous fellow in full Astartes mark IV battle plate, the servomotors on it whirring slightly as he walks.]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[...And now he just has no idea where he is.]

Do you live here?

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[The giant nods.]

For the moment, yes, and so do you, now. My condolences.

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

I see...

Has anyone been able to escape?

[magicalillya.livejournal.com]

[Truth to be told, after seeing quite a few people coming and entering her "house" as a new occupant, Illya becomes a bit used to seeing some suddenly appearing in her house. so when she notices that there's new person here, she immediately moves to greet him.]

Umm, are you ne-[and she finally recognizes who this new person is.]...papa?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Kiritsugu freezes. Granted, he has been trying to rescue his daughter from the Einzberns for a month, but after having his attempts foiled, even he was starting to doubt himself a little.]

[Not that any of that matters anymore, because--]

I...Illya?

[magicalillya.livejournal.com]

[And after blinking to double check that this isn't really a dream, she runs to hug him right away. After meeting the alternate Shirou and Rin, she knew that he might not be the same person she knows. But even if that is the case, the fact that a version of father is right in front of her was enough for now.]

You're...really here, right?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Kiritsugu returns the hug, almost lifting Illya off her feet as he does so. He does not recognize the slight height difference, being far too happy with finally seeing her again to do so.]

...I am. Daddy's here.

I missed you so much, Illya.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[And in his walking about, Kiritsugu would likely eventually walk past this perfectly normal guy in perfectly normal civilian clothes.]

[...And with a perfectly normal steel lance leaning against his shoulder. Sure, it wasn't his Noble Phantasm, but he'd long since gotten into the habit of carrying it with him.]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Kiritsugu may not be great at using magic, but even he's able to sense faint hints of prana from this distance.]

[Not that he knows there are any Servants here. Have a guy looking at you inquiringly, Lancer.]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately enough--or unfortunately, depending on perspective, Lancer at that moment was little more than a human with rune magecraft and a Noble Phantasm. Inconvenient, but enough to get by.]

Hm? [But he didn't need to be a Servant to know when someone was looking at him funny.] Something wrong?

[...yes, because carrying a lance is nothing that would ever get you funny looks. Idiot.]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Kiritsugu looks completely calm, despite being ready to dash at a moment's notice.]

Are weapons necessary around here?

[action]

[gandere]

[ Lost in her own thoughts, the heir of the Tohsaka family heeds little attention to her surroundings. She's still confident enough to keep a cautious air around her, her foot steps a lot lighter than one expects - definitely a spell of some sort on her body as she seems to move as though she weighs as much as air.

Red and black, the only color that stands out from her persona are her teal eyes and the ribbons on top of her head. Unlike her normal black ones, these are a sky blue, shimmering possibly in the sunlight. Familiarity hangs on a chain around her neck and she pauses once her path crosses with the man. ]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Despite all conventional logic dictating it impossible, Rin does remind Kiritsugu of Tokiomi Tohsaka. Not because he knows her, mind, but because after obsessing over killing a man for a weeks, simply seeing his choice of colors is enough to remind you of him.]

[Of course, this is nothing more than a fleeting thought. He believes he's thousands of miles away from Fuyuki, after all. Not even recognizing the distinct use of magic is able to bring out anything more than vague suspicion.]

[gandere]

[ A look of annoyance flashes across her face quickly once she realizes she's being looked at in such a manner. Without hesitance, she begins a rant. ]

Don't you find it in poor taste to stare at a girl as young as myself when you are old enough to know better? A shame that is. I'll give you one chance to apologize before I teach you a lesson.

[ She's in a bad mood from other things: mostly her good pal Ciel being droned and her BESTEST PAL Kirei returning to Mayfield. Don't mind the attitude too much. ]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

You're a Magus, aren't you?

[...No, he's not actually trying to change the sunject. Kiritsugu's just that bad with social norms.]

[Usually, he'd be a lot more discreet about this, but he figures that since the war's over, he has more chances of gathering information than being attacked.]

[recluserose]

[Amelia's been exploring the town on foot as well. A bit inconvenient without magic, but she was in no position to complain.

Still, the neighborhoods were a pain to navigate especially when everything looked the same. But she got out of there at least and is now nearing Kiritsugu-- even she could tell he was doing some kind of search. ]

Hm... Let's see... Hello?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

Hello. Are you another resident of this place?

[recluserose]

You could say that, but I've only been here for less than a week. I'm still trying to get used to this situation we've found ourselves in.

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

Likewise. For now, it's best to gather as much information as possible.

[9bulletrevolver.livejournal.com]

[At the sight of Kiritsugu wandering along the streets, Shirou simply freezes in place.

Just when he thought he'd gotten used to seeing familiar faces he never thought he'd seen again... this one blows the rest of the water. In fact, he just stares, mouth wide open, not sure what to say. Almost like he expects his father to simply vanish if he says something... maybe this is all some elaborate illusion that'll disappear before his eyes.]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Similarly, Kiritsugu looks at Shirou. At first, it's just because of being stared at himself, but it isn't long until he starts recognizing traits of his son.]

[He wants to say something, but it can't be him, right? The last time he saw him he was seven years old.]

[Then again, considering what he's seen so far...]

...Shirou?

[9bulletrevolver.livejournal.com]

[He just nods a bit dumbly; that's definitely Kiritsugu. If his appearance alone didn't give it away, his voice seals it. Shirou just moves a bit closer, slowly taking step by step.]

Is that really you, dad...?

I dare to be late. Feel free to chase him if you want~

[mapo-trollfu.livejournal.com]

[There were a few kinds of people you would never forget. Family and loved ones, people you cared for.

And, of course, those you'd engaged in a truly brutal battle to the death with and had determined to be a kind of anathema to your own existence.

So it was that, as he was about step out of the library, Kirei saw a familiar face walking away from him. And although they were much younger than they should have been by the priest's recollection, the figure before Kotomine was undoubtedly that of Kiritsugu Emiya.

Well, it wasn't as though he didn't already know time as he knew it was meaningless here -- and conversing with Lancer indicated multiple dimensions or realities were plausible as well. Put simply, this was not a surprising development. One that would have to be kept close watch upon, but unsurprising.

Kirei quietly slid back into the library -- there was no point in showing his presence to Kiritsugu earlier than he was forced to. Frankly, he found it more likely than not that another in town would rat him outannounce it as-was.]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Nothing but a glimpse. That's all Kiritsugu Emiya needed to see as the man he fears above any Servant retreats into the library.]

[For a moment, he is deeply conflicted on what to do. By now, he has already found out there are people he cares for here. To have the man who took so much from him in the same vicinity as them is extremely unsettling for Kiritsugu.]

[However, he does not pursue, nor even make any indication that he knows of his enemy's presence. Above all others, the magus killer knows that to face Kirei Kotomine with anything short of an impeccable plan would be tantamount to suicide.]

[For now, he decides to return to his house once again. The streets of this place suddenly look much more dangerous, and he wishes to formulate the tactics necessary to survive them.]