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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.

[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?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

I see...

Has anyone been able to escape?

[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.]

[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]

[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?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...you must be new if you're asking something like that, right? [He seemed casual, with no hostility in his tone or actions.]

Usually? No. But it never really hurts to be prepared, and this place tends to go crazy now and then.

[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.]

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

I see.

[And in response to the mood, Kiritsugu allows himself to bring out a cigarette, lighting it with ease.]

Have you been here for long?

[Kiritsugu's not one for small talk. If he's asking, it's because he wants to know what to expect.]

[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. ]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

It's been two, maybe three months. Probably not a long time compared to most people, though I'm not sure who's been around longest.

[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.]

[gandere]

Wha-?

[ Wow, was her reputation as a magus already that notorious in Mayfield? She has to think for a moment, but it doesn't take her long to come to a conclusion. ]

I am. [ No need to say how unwise it would be to attack her. ] How did you know?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

And still, no one has figured out a way to escape.

[It's not a question. Despite being here for no more than an hour, Kiritsugu already knows better. While he talks, he tries to pin down the presence he was feeling, not letting his guard down, despite his demeanor.]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Not yet, unfortunately. Of course, I can only imagine an exit's going to be found sooner or later.

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

Footsteps should be louder, and you're exerting too little energy in your movements.

[When you're as sneaky as Kiritsugu, it pays off to know those kinds of things.]

...Are there any others around here?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[A nod]

We may be seeing more of each other then. May I ask for your name?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Just call me Lancer. And yours?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[That's one of the seven answers Kiritsugu didn't wanted to hear. He tries to maintain his composure, but his disdain towards Heroic Spirits, though diminished, is still one of the few things he cannot cloak, and his demeanor slightly changes.]

Kiritsugu.

[This is not the Lancer he killed, so he sees no harm in asking...]

Are you a Servant?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, I am.

I'd say 'nice to meet you', but judging by that look you aren't too thrilled.

[Strange...he'd seen most if not all of the Masters in the fifth war, and neither name nor appearance was at all familiar to him. Then again, maybe it wasn't strange--by his count there were Servants from three separate wars here. So this Kiritsugu could have been involved in the fourth, or the weird one Enkidu had mentioned to him.]

[and boy, you best watch your ass talking about his Lancerbro.]

And I suspect telling you there isn't a Holy Grail War going on here isn't going to help much.